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 ï>¿Introducing Boxie Carter by American Cowboy

    -œAre you sure you want to go through with this? - Patricia, my
friend, asked nervously.

   My name is Rebecca Carter, Becky for short, among my family.  My
friends, however, had somehow mangled the nickname either accidentally or
for fun, and started calling me Boxie.  Now at school, that is how I am
known as  -- Boxie Carter.

   I guess I should describe a little bit about myself before going into
detail about the situation I found myself in.  You see, just after I turned
sixteen, I heard about this girl who went to our high school.  Her name was
Erica, and I think she graduated a couple of years ago.  Well, I heard that
she would do all kinds of crazy stunts, like taking off her clothes in
class or streaking a football game.  But the rumors didn -(TM)t stop.  One
of my friends told me that this Erica girl actually stripped off her gown
at graduation and stood up in front of the audience, stark naked!

   That -(TM)s just unbelievable.  I mean, this was beyond pulling the fire
alarm or stupid pranks like that.  To me, there was something deliciously
risky and exciting about running around nude, at school!  I started
collecting all kinds of bits of information, and the more I learned about
this Erica, the more struck I became with this idea.

   Yeah, so my name is Boxie.  I -(TM)m about five foot four or five, not
too short but not too tall either.  I have long black hair that curls up at
the ends, and I have grey eyes.  I guess the main thing that really started
me thinking about this former student was that just around my sixteenth
birthday, I began to start -- developing.  Now I -(TM)ve got these curvy
hips, and I -(TM)m quite busty in the chest.  I -(TM)ve noticed more and
more of the guys looking at me, and I like that a lot!

   I watched Patty shuffle from one foot to the other, waiting for my
reply. In her arms, she hugged an empty book-bag close to her chest. 
Occasionally, she would swing her head around, listening for the footsteps
of anyone approaching.  I knew she would be the perfect accomplice.

    -œYeah, I -(TM)m ready -- - I answered, trying to sound cool.

   In truth, I was getting pretty nervous, and I felt like butterflies were
tickling my tummy.  It was not an unpleasant feeling, and I would remember
this moment of anticipation as one of the reasons I decided to go through
with the plan.

   My arms twisted in front of me, as I grabbed the bottom of my shirt in
opposite hands, pulling the top up my body.  The first sensation I recall
was my bellybutton coming into view, feeling the bare skin of my smooth
stomach exposed.  But I didn -(TM)t stop there.  I hurriedly pulled the
shirt the rest of the way, over my head, even clawing at it from the back,
to get it off my arms and shoulders.  Then, hastily, I handed it to
Patricia who stuffed the article of clothing in her bag.

   Standing here in the black bra I was wearing, I rubbed my elbows and
forearms, looking around myself to make sure we were alone.  For the first
time, I realized that stripping required one to make important decisions!
Do I go for the bra and get topless right away?  That didn -(TM)t seem
right, but somehow, the thought of pulling down my pants right here seemed
really naughty.  Well, it wouldn -(TM)t matter in the end.  So closing my
eyes, I reached behind my back in order to unhook the bra clasp.

   When I quickly pulled this off, I glanced at my friend to see her
slightly blushing.  Looking down, I watched my own boobies bouncing around
uncovered.  This was kind of fun!  I giggled, and tossed the bra to Patty.
Maybe she felt a little uncomfortable, but I knew she was OK doing this and
I could trust her.

   Now I found the buttons along the front fly of my jeans with my fingers,
and wasted no time popping them open.  I felt my heart begin to race, and
even noticed that my fingers trembled just a little.  I had to shake my
hips, to slide the jeans lower,  -~cause they were kind of tight and I have
a nice round butt.  Once they were down my legs, I had to hop on one leg,
just to pull the pants off one foot at a time, since I was still wearing
shoes.  This was kind of awkward.  And I had to reach an arm out to
maintain some balance, all the while my breasts flopping up and down. 
Somehow I thought this would be more -- graceful?

   Finally, I wrestled my jeans off my legs and crumpled them up to give to
Patty.  Then I did a little turn, my fists curled up beneath my chin so
that my elbows blocked my naked boobs.  It was almost as if I had to catch
my breath.  I couldn -(TM)t believe I was standing here in just a pair of
sneakers and --

    -œThat -(TM)s a cute thong, Boxie! - I heard my friend chuckle behind
me.

   I looked over my shoulder to see her grinning, and then lowered my own
eyes to see what little I was wearing.  Was I blushing?  I don -(TM)t know
if I felt embarrassed, but there was definitely something happening,
causing my whole body to tingle.  Slowly, my hands fell to my waist, thumbs
hooking into the sides of my thong-styled underwear.  Well, this was it!  I
took a deep breath -- and began to peel down my panties.

   Actually, I bent at the knees shyly, rolling the delicate black fabric
over my thighs.  I didn -(TM)t want Patty to get an obscene view up my
butt-hole, or anything peeking between my legs!  The light underwear slid
past my calves and ankles easily, and I lifted each heel to remove them
completely.

   Still in a squatting position, I rubbed a hand up and down my shoulder
and arm.  I was naked!  Reaching backward, my fingers found the discarded
panties on the floor.  These in hand, I demurely stood up again.  But
before I turned around to give Patty my last piece of clothing to hold, I
automatically covered my hand over my crotch.  Maybe self-consciously, or
maybe it was just reflex.  It seemed kind of funny that I had gone all the
way to strip naked, but needed to hide my private parts.

   Patricia stuffed my underwear into the book-bag along with the rest of
my clothes, and then said,  -œMaybe you should keep your shoes and socks on
-- in case you have to make a quick run for it. -

   I hadn -(TM)t thought of that.  In fact, I hadn -(TM)t any plans on
getting caught.  Strangely, the idea sent a chill up my otherwise bare
body. I guess her suggestion did make sense, and it wouldn -(TM)t hurt to
be cautious.  So dressed in only a pair of white sneakers, I turned around
and started to walk across the room.

   We were in the high school gym -(TM)s locker room.  It was the middle of
the day, and the place was completely empty.  I had done a lot of research
in planning this little episode.  It seemed that both gym instructors were
occupied for this period, with one being a hall monitor and the other
stationed in the cafeteria.  Thus, I reasoned, no teachers, no gym classes.
It was perfect.

   I suppose being in the locker room naked wasn -(TM)t that big of a deal.
I was even heading over to the empty shower stalls.  This was all perfectly
normal.

   Except we were in the boys -(TM) locker room!

   Oh, man -- just the thought had been so exciting.  And now that I was
actually doing it, this was unreal!  I jogged the last few feet of distance
to the shower heads sticking out of the wall, letting my boobs bounce up
and down and feeling my completely bare bottom jiggle.  When I reached the
end of the room, I placed my palms flat against the tiles and threw my head
back.  This was great!  It was wild, and outrageous, and I loved every
moment.

   I heard Patty creeping up behind me.  Again, I looked over my shoulder
to see her clutch the bag tightly.  She looked uncertain.  I mean, I was
the one naked, but I guess she would still be in trouble if we got caught.
Better get this over with, I figured.

    -œWait a minute, - I said, pausing with a hand on one of the faucets.

   Behind me, but off to the side, Patricia asked,  -œWhat is it, Boxie? -


   I looked up at the stainless steel nozzle looming above my head. 
Nothing fancy here.  My eyes wandered over the tiled wall in front, down to
the floor where I was standing, finding the drain not too far away.  I
thought about the water that would be spouting out, washing over my body.

    -œI don -(TM)t want to get my shoes wet, - I confessed, pouting a
little.

   Patty -(TM)s eyes roamed up and down the side of my nude body and then
she remarked,  -œBut that means you -(TM)ll be -- -

   I didn -(TM)t let her finish the sentence.  Once more, I squatted down
so that my fingers could rapidly untie the laces.  First one shoe came off,
and then the other.  I was able to take the toe of each slouch sock I had
been wearing, and slip them off my feet.  Just as I was about to gather
these items and give them to my friend, I found her staring at me with wide
eyes.

   It was as if the whole situation was finally dawning on her.  
-œOhmygosh, Boxie -- you are, like, totally naked right now -- in the boys
-(TM) locker room! -

    -œI know! - I gasped, feeling a little breathless.

   Suddenly, I looked down at my chest and notice that my nipples had grown
erect.  This was new -- and a little embarrassing.  I mean, I didn -(TM)t
want Patty to think I was getting turned on.

   We both kind of giggled, and then I handed my sneakers to her with the
socks balled up and stuffed inside.  Damn!  And I forgot to cover my pussy
this time!  I -(TM)m sure she caught a glimpse of my little patch of black
pubic hair, but as soon as she had the last of my things, I spun around and
scurried on my toes back under the showerhead.

   After a moment of rearranging the book-bag, Patrica asked,  -œSo are you
ready to begin this show? -

   Facing the wall, I folded my arms across my chest, hugging my boobies
tightly.  I wished my nipples hadn -(TM)t become suddenly so hard.  The
front of one foot, I rubbed behind that back of my other leg -(TM)s calf. I
think my butt cheeks clenched.  Maintaining this nude profile, I turned my
head to answer my friend.

   I saw that the backpack with all my clothes was resting at her feet.  In
her hand, Patty held a palm-sized digital video camera.  It was just as we
had planned, only now seeing the small red light that indicated she was
recording, I was beginning to have second thoughts.

   Shuffling halfway around on the bare heels of my feet, I kept an arm
wrapped around my breasts, while slipping the other hand down to hide my
pussy.

    -œUm, Patty -- you are sure that you can create those black censor
boxes to block out everything? - I asked.

   It now seemed a broad smile of excitement spread across her otherwise
plain face and she said,  -œOh, yeah, totally!  You know we can -(TM)t
upload anything with real nudity to that site. -

   Well, she had a point.  That did ease my fears a little, and I tried to
relax.  My toes wiggled on the tiles of the floor.

    -œCome on, Boxie! - my friend reminded me.   -œYou had better stop
wasting any more time -- -

   All right, this was really it.  I nodded my chin, and then gradually
moved my arms to my sides.  Revealing everything, I stood in all my naked
glory.  No sense in making it look like I was trying to cover up. 
Especially since in the edited version, my boobs and crotch would be
blocked out.  So I took another deep breath, and then turned to face the
faucets once more.  This time I was determined, and I forcefully twisted
the knob to the left.

    -œEeeeee! - I squealed as a stream of water hit my tits and bare
stomach.   -œThat -(TM)s cold! -

   I danced up on my toes, letting the water hit my face.  Instinctively,
my hands reached up, squeezing my breasts.  I was shocked at how erect my
nipples were, sticking out like darts.  Flustered, I reached an arm to my
side, searching for the other faucet that would adjust the temperature.

    -œDon -(TM)t turn it too high, - Patty advised.   -œIf you make too
much steam, it will be hard to see you -- -

    -œRight, - I sputtered.

   So I turned the knob just a little, enough to make the water only
lukewarm, but not so uncomfortable.  I spun around and raised my head,
letting the stream fall on my face, and then slicked back my long dark
hair. Again, I stood up on my toes, arms spread out to either side of me
like airplane wings.  I felt the spray of water hit my back and bare
buttocks, little streams running down my ass crack.  Once more I shivered,
but not because of the cold temperature.

   Now that I had gotten comfortable, well, somewhat more comfortable, I
stepped around so that my back was facing Patty.  I wanted her to get a
good shot of my curvy bottom.  Looking over my shoulder coyly, I wrapped my
arms across the front of my body.  Then I slowly turned myself until I was
showing my front.  I ran my hands up my neck and face, and then locked my
fingers behind my head.  Playing it up for the video, I shook my tits at
the camera.

   The shower continued to cascade over me, dripping wet and nude.  I
lowered my eyes to note the glistening drops on my stomach and legs, a
small puddle around my bare feet.  Next I shimmied down a little and
squeezed my boobies.

   "Wow -- this is going to be some hot video," my friend commented.

   "Uh-huh," was all I could answer, concentrating on my sexy dance.

   With one hand teasing my hair above my head, I let my other hand slide
between my cleavage and down my stomach.  I separated the fingers like a
fan, just in front of my pussy.  Figuring that this part would be blocked
out anyway, I slid a finger inside me, just to see what it was like.  It
was AMAZING!

   I quickly did another spin around, so that Patty wouldn't see me
shudder. Was I about to have an orgasm?  I hadn't planned on that, and I
definitely did not want to masturbate in front of Patty.  So I figured I
had better not do any more touching.  Instead, I glanced over my shoulder
and wiggled my butt.

   "Can you imagine when the boys find this video online!" I giggled.

   Somehow, it didn't seem so bad with Patty watching me from behind the
camera lens, as she focused on her filming.  "Yeah, but with all the good
parts blocked out.  You're such a tease, Boxie!"

   I continued to do my shower dance, sometimes pausing to stretch and let
my hands slide up and down my legs.  Sometimes I would slap my butt, or
reach up to squeeze one of my breasts.  Oh God, I was thankful these
titties would have the black box edited over them, 'cause my nipples were
positively pointing toward the ceiling!  If anyone ever saw me like this,
it would be so embarrassing!

    -œTime to wrap this up, - I announced, turning to face the showerhead.

   I stuck my chest out and enjoyed the play of water falling down the
front of my body.  Then I leaned forward, placing one hand each on the
faucets.  Simultaneously I twisted the chrome knobs to the right, feeling
the spray diminish to a trickle and eventually stop.  Still in this pose,
with my butt sticking out a little, I winked at Patty and giggled.

   Suddenly there was a jarring, scraping noise -- followed by a loud bang!
I watched my friend jerk her head reflexively to look behind her.  I don
-(TM)t know, out of instinct I guess, I lifted one foot off the floor and
raised my hands to cup my boobies.

   The next sound that caused my heart to leap in my throat and beat wildly
was the chorus of voices.  Young male voices!

   I should have probably described the layout of the gym and locker room
at our school.  There is a wide hall that runs down this wing of the
building, which ends in the double doors that lead outside to the running
track and athletic fields.  Along the wall, spaced wide apart, are the
doors to the boys and girls locker rooms.  When you first walk in, you have
to turn around a little corner, and then there are all these benches I
guess where the jocks sit and tie on their cleats.  The red metal lockers
are stacked along the wall, but only students who play on a sports team get
their own personal locker.

   As you walk through the changing room, you turn around another corner
and that -(TM)s where the tiles to the shower section starts.  No
individual stalls, but there is a privacy wall after the last shower head,
and just around this is the coach -(TM)s office.  A small waiting room is
set up outside his door with a couple of chairs, and there is another door
that opens out into the actual gym itself.

   So by the sounds that were drawing closer, it seemed a group of students
had entered from the outside hallway and were filing into the changing
area. Had the next gym class began already?  It couldn -(TM)t have, I was
sure I had checked the schedule!  The voices became clear, and I could just
make out words and sentences.  This wasn -(TM)t a class -- these were guys
on the football team!

   And I was standing stark naked, in the middle of the locker room
showers!

   Patty, just out of view from beyond the corner, looked around
frantically and crept within a couple of inches from me.

    -œWhat do we do? - she whispered, clutching the camera.

   I covered my boobies and pussy and glanced past my friend.  Stupid!  She
had left the backpack with my clothes sitting on the floor.  All the while,
the talking and chatting among the football players continued right on the
other side of the wall!  Instead of springing into action, we kind of froze
in panic.

   That is, until, one of the boys stepped casually onto the tiles in front
of us.

    -œHey, there -(TM)s someone in here! -

    -œWhat?  Who? - came the rapid replies, and I could hear bodies
shuffling around.

   I turned my back, exposing my bare ass, but at least Patty was between
the player and me.  With a hand still between my legs and an arm slung
across my tits, I started to run to the other side of the showers.

    -œThere are two chicks in here -- - I heard the guy call out behind
me.

    -œAre they naked? - someone asked.

   Well, I didn -(TM)t wait to hear the answer.  I was already rounding the
corner, moving closer to the gym.  Oh God, I hoped the coach wasn -(TM)t in
his office!  No, wait, he couldn -(TM)t be -- I know that he was in a
different part of the school this period.  This thought must have been in
the back of my mind,  -~cause without checking, I just ran into the little
side room.  Patty soon came stumbling after me.

   I was dripping wet and totally nude, plus my nipples were still pretty
erect.  Embarrassed, I tried to hide this fact by crossing my arms and
shoving my hands under my armpits.  Of course, this left me exposed below,
and looking down I saw beads of water glisten on my tummy and in between my
pubic hairs.

   My only option now was to run into the gym!  I thought about heading
back through the locker room, but that would mean squeezing between a mass
of these football players.  I could picture them pinching me and tickling
my bottom, rubbing their hands all over my body -- God this was also making
me hot!  But I couldn -(TM)t do that either, so I turned and pressed myself
against the door, the way Patty and I had entered earlier.

   Thankfully, since there were no classes this period, the expanse of the
hardwood floor was empty.  Not waiting to see if Patty was with me, I
streaked out into the middle of the basketball court.  Looking back, I saw
that the only problem was I was leaving a trail of water behind me, and
vague slippery prints left my bare feet.  This was too much!  To be naked
in the locker room was one thing, but now I was standing in the center of
my high school gymnasium without any clothes on!!

   When the door to the boys' locker room opened again, I dropped down in a
crouch, wrapping my arms around my shoulders.  Strings of wet hair fail in
my face, down my back.  But I saw with relief it was only Patty come
scampering in my direction to stand over me.  This all happened pretty
quickly, but I felt like I was moving in slow motion.  My friend reached
down to grab me by an arm, and lifted me to my feet.

   "Come on!" she said urgently.

   I just let her pull me along across the gym, my bare breasts flopping
around.  The moisture that collected on my body flew off as we ran, and of
course my hair was still dripping.  Then I realized that we were headed for
the bleachers looming out from the wall decorated with pennants and other
signs of our school spirit.  It was here that we ran around, and Patty
showed me that we could fit just beneath the bleachers.

   My heart racing with the rush of adrenaline, yet also a thrill of
excitement, I dropped to the floor.  I was able to peer through the space
between the seating planks.  Just then, the locker room door opened again,
and a handful of guys poured into the gym!

   "Be absolutely quiet," Patty whispered.

   But she didn't have to tell me twice.  I don't think I even breathed!

   Five of the football players started scoping out the gym.  They found my
trail of water and puddle easy enough.  But I guess flailing about as I ran
the rest of the way, must have sprayed droplets in all different
directions. Still, I self-consciously twisted the wet strands of my hair
over my shoulder.  I hoped the boys wouldn't investigate much further, and
track me down hiding under the bleachers.

   After a few minutes, another guy emerged from the locker room.  This was
the captain of the team, maybe, as he barked at his players to get back
inside.  Finally I was able to relax, seeing the male students give up
their search and return through the door.

   I had been kneeling and leaning forward anxiously as I watched the boys
roam around the court, waiting to see if I would be discovered.  Once they
all left the gym, I slumped down, landing on my ass, legs spread apart.  I
looked up to regard Patricia with a small chuckle.

   "That was close!" I said with an exhalation of relief.

   Then I lowered my eyes and saw that in all the excitement and running
around, my pussy lips had unexpectedly opened up.  Quickly, I stretched an
arm down, palm covering my crotch.  Patty fidgeted and looked away
awkwardly, trying not to stare at my naked body.  It was then I noticed
that she had her camera in her other hand.

   "Are you -- still recording this?" I asked seeing the red light above
the lens.

   My friend held her arm out to examine the video camera, which was more
or less pointed at me.  "Oh, right -- sorry, Boxie.  In the rush to get out
of there, I forgot to turn it off."

   I curled my knees up, hugging them in front of my chest.  "So you can
turn the camera off now, right, Patty?"

   "Oh, sure -- of course!" she stammered, apparently mesmerized by the
fact that I was sitting beneath the bleachers of our gym, fully naked! 
"Don't worry, we can edit out all that extra stuff."

   Satisfied when the power was shut off, I inclined my head thoughtfully.
"I don't know.  This went a lot farther than I had expected.  Maybe I
should just get dressed and forget about the whole thing."

   "Get dressed?" my friend asked, bewildered all of a sudden, as she
scanned the area.

   Nervously, I started to get to my feet.  "What's the matter, Patricia?
Didn't you bring the bag with you?"

   My friend continued to swivel her head, looking everywhere on the floor
but not directly at me.   -œOh gosh, Boxie, I am so sorry!  I was just
holding onto the camera for dear life -- I totally forgot about the
backpack! -

    -œYou forgot? - I squealed, hugging my body tighter.   -œWell, you
-(TM)re going to have to go back in there and get my clothes! -

   Patty glanced over her shoulder and asked,  -œIn the boys -(TM) locker
room?  By myself?  I don -(TM)t think I could do that -- -

    -œWhy not, at least you -(TM)re dressed! - I replied shifting from one
foot to the other, one hand still cupping my pussy, ashamed by my own
words.

   She nodded her head and answered,  -œOK, don -(TM)t worry -- I -(TM)ll
get your clothes back.  Just stay here -- don -(TM)t go anywhere. -

   Great, where was I supposed to go?  I guess I should be thankful that
she at least brought me to this hiding place.  I can -(TM)t imagine if I
had to run through the school bare-assed naked.  Patty started to back
away, and then she headed out onto the gymnasium court.  Turning to look
through the spaces between the tiered seating, I watched her run toward the
locker room door.  She paused, and then switched gears to run toward the
opposite side of the gym.  Damn, what was she doing!

   Well, it seemed my friend decided to take a different approach.  Biting
my fingernails in anticipation, I was just able to view her move to the
larger doors that opened out into the hall.  I guess she was going to wait
until the football players came out of the locker room.  What a chicken. 
It -(TM)s not like she was the one who had taken off all her clothes. 
Still, I suppose she would have some explaining to do, and that might be a
little embarrassing.

   I casually raised my arm to glance at my watch -- except I wasn -(TM)t
wearing a watch!  Not even a bracelet or piece of jewelry.  It was just me,
absolutely bare from head to toe.  And I was worried -- what if the players
weren -(TM)t going outside, but instead came back into the gym?  And here I
was all alone.  I also struggled to remember what the rest of the afternoon
schedule looked like, when the next Phys Ed class was going to arrive.

   At that moment, the thought struck me that my hair must be a mess.  I
hadn -(TM)t had a chance to comb it out properly.  Although it was drying,
it was probably stringy and leaving split-ends.  Damn, if you -(TM)re going
to get caught naked, you want to at least look good naked. 
Self-consciously, I pulled my long hair over my shoulder and tried to
smooth the tresses out with my hands.  I had returned to a kneeling
position, and the curve of my butt cheeks rested on my bare heels.  Also, I
was aware of the hardwood floor beneath my toes.

   It was amazing the sensations you felt, not wearing any clothes.  I had
to secretly admit, my whole body felt alive.  And of course, my nipples
remained very erect.  I just hoped, Patty would return soon with my stuff,
before I did anything inappropriate.  I mean, I had never masturbated in
school before, and I certainly did not want to start now!

   Then I realized, that I had an incredible opportunity here.  Obviously,
I had never been naked in school like this, and never in the school -(TM)s
gymnasium.  But I was alone -- it seemed the boys were not going to be
heading back out here, they probably needed to run some drills outside on
the field.  Slowly, I lowered myself all the way to the floor.  I was able
to stretch out fully, lying on my back, staring up at the underside of the
bleachers above me.  My bottom felt nice on the smooth polished hardwood
floor.

   So nice, in fact, that I wondered devilishly how my front would feel!  I
closed my eyes and slowly turned over on my side.  Then, pushing off my
hip, I gently rolled onto my stomach.  At first the floor was cool, but
delightful, and a small coo escaped my lips.  My toes arched initially,
almost like I was going to do push-ups, but then I slid them down so that
the soles of my bare feet faced up.  I stretched my arms all the way out in
front of me, fingers spread apart like a fan.  My palms were flat on the
ground, as I lay my cheek against the wood.  Of course, my boobs were
squished a bit and also sensitive to the touch, as was my most girly part
unused to making contact with this strange surface.  My ass began to
wiggle.

   "Boxie, you're dirty --"

   With my butt still sticking up, I opened my eyes to see Patty standing
behind me.  Oh God this was so embarrassing!  All I could think was to
shove both my arms beneath my body, reaching between my legs so that my
hands could partially obscure the view.

   "I wasn't doing anything!" I cried.

   Patty, kind of averting her eyes, then said, "No, I mean your feet --
the water from the shower, and then walking across the floor -- the bottoms
of your feet are dirty.  Plus, hiding here on the floor, you probably got
grime and other stuff all over you."

   I almost giggled, thinking how close I had been to really doing
something dirty.  "Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to wait until I get
home before I take another shower!"

   Rolling over again, I sat up on my bottom and pulled my knees up to my
chest.  I saw that Patty had the backpack open, and like a good friend, was
already picking out my clothes to hand to me.  The first thing I did was
slip my bra back on, so I could finally get these boobies and nipples
covered up!

   After I had put on the rest of my underwear, I stood up and asked Patty,
"So did the guys give you a hard time?"

   "Well, they let me have the bag back," she started and I saw she was
wringing her hands uncomfortably.  "But they made me give them the camera
--"

   I hopped up and down on my toes so I could squeeze the tight jeans over
my hips.  "So, um, you let them have your digital video camera, so you
could return my clothes to me?  That was sweet of you."

   Buttoning up the front of my jeans, I bent down to pull on my socks. 
After being naked for as long as I was, it felt weird to have fabric on my
skin again.  I noticed that my friend had not commented or said anything.
And then I had sudden thought.

   "You took out the tape, first, didn't you!" I gasped.

   Patty flailed her arms about in protest.  "No!  How could I have known?
I didn't know what to expect -- I just waited outside their locker room and
approached them when they came out.  The guys were asking me a lot of
questions -- I didn't know what to tell them!"

   My mouth hung open for a moment, I could picture the boys watching the
playback of my nudie dance.  "Patty, you didn't --"

   "Look, Boxie, they said the bag with your clothes was in their
possession, and they would only return it to me in exchange for the camera.
I figured you didn't want to spend the rest of the day naked and hiding!"

   I shivered a little, still standing in my bra, and then lowered my eyes.
"Yeah, I guess you're right."

   "Besides," Patty gave me a small smile, "They said they would get in
touch with us about giving the camera back, too.  I'm sure they just want
to have a good laugh, jerk off a little.  No harm done --"

   I had to giggle, the way my friend phrased it like that.  The idea of
guys stroking themselves while watching me had become a secret fantasy of
mine.  Finally, I pulled on my top and stepped into my sneakers.  With a
sigh, I realized there was not much I could do about it.  Like Patty said,
I'm sure nothing would come of it.

   Little did I know, high school was just about to get very interesting.

   * * * * *

   I should have mentioned that I recently started a part-time job at the
Wendy's fast food place in my neighborhood.  Usually I worked weekend
hours. But once a month I would be scheduled for the Friday late night
shift.  Well, I guess technically that was the weekend, too.  Since we were
open late, like 'till one or two in the morning, that was practically
Saturday!

   When this happened, I would get home from school in the afternoon, grab
something to eat and then take a nap.  Someone in my family would drop me
off around 8:00 pm.  One of my co-workers would give me a drive home.

   So on the Friday following the shower incident, I found myself looking
at my watch, to see that it was already half past midnight.  I had to drink
a couple of cups of coffee to keep me awake, but now I was buzzing with
caffeine energy.  My co-workers had noted this, and sent me to mop the
floors around the eating area.  This was pretty easy, because there was
absolutely nobody here, no customers to get in my way.

   "All done!" I announced, pulling the bucket on wheels and the mop back
behind the counter.

   Three co-workers were on duty with me tonight.  Courtney was a cute
blonde, sweet personality, and a little shorter than me.  Then there was
Joshua, a tall lanky boy with glasses.  I guess his friends probably called
him Josh, but he always seemed so serious, so I called him Joshua.  The
other girl was Jessica, with long curly red hair, tied back in a ponytail
like Courtney and me.  She was kind of skinny and taller than me, and she
also wore glasses.  Jessica had been working at this Wendy's the longest,
so she tended to be pretty bossy.

   She wasn't the real boss of course.  That would be George, the night
manager, a guy in his twenties, working his way through college.  He was
friendly, but overweight, probably from eating too many bacon
cheeseburgers. George was mild-mannered and tended to keep to himself,
letting us come to him if we had a problem.

   Jessica watched me drag the mop and bucket to the supply closet, then
said, "All right, Rebecca, you can cover the drive through window."

   "Her name is Boxie," Courtney spoke up on my behalf.  "Why don't you
call her by her real name?"

   The older red-headed girl wrinkled her nose.  "What kind of name is
Boxie?  And that's not her real name, it's not what is says on her name
tag!"

   "Maybe I could get that changed," I giggled.

   Jessica faced me with her hands on her hips.  "Just put on the headset
and get over by the window." a "What's the rush?" I teased, sauntering
behind the counter with a wiggle in my hips.  "No one is going to pull up
at this hour."

   "You never know," Courtney laughed.  "Someone might get the late-night
munchies, right Josh?"

   The boy had been quietly minding his own business, reading a magazine by
the far end of the counter.  I guess it was tough being the only guy
working with three females.  Especially when two of them were really cute!
Well, there was George, but he was always hiding out in his office.  I
wondered what he did in there.

   Joshua pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and answered, "Yeah,
maybe --"

   Courtney and I shared a secret giggle.  Meanwhile, Jessica had folded
her arms and was tapping her foot impatiently.

   "Oh all right!" I said in a huff, and then went to take the headphone
and microphone set.

   Fitting these onto my head, I adjusted the equipment to a comfortable
position.  Then I climbed into the box-like compartment that had a window
facing outside, next to where the electronic menu board and speaker were
placed.  On the side of the station was a basic computer interface where I
could enter in the orders.  I had done drive-through before, but never
during one of the few late shifts I had covered.

   As expected, it was dead quiet.  I could even hear the crickets chirping
outside.  Apparently, there was not a single automobile in the area.  So
Courtney and I continued to gab and gossip, even though we were separated
by like fifteen feet and Jessica was in between us.

   Finally, after about twenty minutes, a car rolled up toward the window.
I was actually startled at the sound of tires rolling up the pavement
outside.  There was the usual pause, giving the customers a moment to
figure out what they wanted, and I listened to the engine idling.  It must
have been a nice car, the way it was purring in the night.

   "Welcome to Wendy's," I finally said with the customary smile on my
face. "How may I take your order?"

   There was another pause, and then a young male's voice.

   "Completely naked."

   I blinked, not quite believing that I heard correctly.  Placing my hand
to the earpiece, I looked over my shoulder to see if the other girls heard.
Of course they couldn't, the customer using the speaker outside would go
directly into my headset.  I squirmed a little on my counter stool and
fidgeted with my uniform shirt.

   "Excuse me?" I replied.  "Could you repeat that?"

   The voice returned, "We would rather you repeat your locker room
performance.  Is this Boxie Carter?"

   "Um, yes --" I answered foolishly.

   "Then I think you know what this is about," continued the young man. 
"We have something in our possession, which you would probably like very
much to have back."

   "The camera!" I whispered harshly into the microphone.

   I tried not to make it seem like there was any problem, or stir any
commotion.  Again, I looked over my shoulder.  Jessica had disappeared into
the kitchen, and she would be waiting to receive the order.  Courtney and
Joshua were at their registers.

   The customer outside went on saying, "So far only a few members of the
team have watched the tape.  It's very hot.  But I don't think you want us
to distribute it around the entire high school, right?"

   "You brought the camera with you?" was all I could ask.

   "Yes, we have the camera.  And we would like to give it back to you
tonight, but you just have to do one thing for us."

   My heart was beating fast, my eyes were wide and I licked my lips. 
"What do I have to do?"

   "We would like three number four combos, please, and an extra order of
onion rings," the boy said placing his request.  "And we would like you to
bring the food out to our car in the parking lot.  After you have taken off
all your clothes."

   I quickly punched in the order, stalling for time, giving myself time to
think.  At least that would keep Jessica busy at the grill.  Nervously, I
adjusted my visor cap and the headset again.

   "Will that be all," I asked aloud, to make it sound like everything was
normal.

   "Did you hear our instructions clearly?  I know these speakers can be
pretty crappy."

   I tried to look out the window, but it was hard to make out who was in
the car.  "Um, all right, so if -- like, if I sneak into to the bathroom
and take off my uniform, I can slip outside and bring you the food."

   There was a noise of static, and the voice said, "You want the camera
and the tape back, right?"

   "Yes, of course!" I agreed in earnest.  I would be so embarrassed if the
whole school saw the unedited video.

   "Then listen carefully, Boxie.  You will go to the women's restroom now
and take off your uniform -- your complete uniform; and your underwear, bra
and panties.  And take off your shoes and socks."

   "But --" I started, only to hear more static in my ear.

   Then the voice returned, "All right, you can keep on the hat.  That will
be cute."

   "Thanks," I muttered, not realizing that I had placed my fingers lightly
on my crotch.

   "So after you strip naked," he continued pleasantly as if this was part
of his order, "You walk back into the restaurant.  Take the food from your
co-worker, and then bring it outside to our car.  Then you will get the
camera back."

   "Oh my God!  Wait --" I started, excited and afraid at the same time. 
"How do I know it's really who you say you are?  How do I know you even
have the camera, or if this is just some prank!"

   After another pause, and some more static, the guy said that they would
send one of the football players into the Wendy's.  He would give me a
salute to signal that everything was cool.  And then it was up to me to do
the rest, if I ever wanted to get Patty's camera back.

   There was nothing more to negotiate, so I simply replied, "Thank you --
um, please pull up to the register window."

   I hopped off the stool and walked back into the counter area.  Courtney
was already behind the other window, waiting to take their money.  Again, I
fidgeted with the headset, and then finally took the damn thing off.  Just
then, the glass doors to the lobby opened, and in walked a guy who went to
our high school.

   He was about six feet tall and nicely built, wearing the school's
varsity football jacket.  I knew immediately who it was.  Chad, the captain
of the football team!  I almost fainted, but I was frozen to the spot where
I stood behind the counter.  He casually walked over to the other end, up
to Joshua's register.

   As the younger guy began to take his order, Chad smoothly looked in my
direction.  Our eyes met.  He gave me a wink and a smirk, then a snappy
little salute that no one else would have seen.  That was it, the sign that
this was for real!

   Now I had some decisions to make, and had to make them fast!  My fingers
trembled, and I nervously fumbled with the buttons on my uniform shirt.  Of
course I could refuse to go through with this.  I was being blackmailed.  I
could tell someone, report these jokers to the principal or the police. 
But then, I was being blackmailed with something I shouldn't have been
doing in the first place.  So the question was, deep down, did I want to go
through with this?

   I don't think Chad took his eyes off me the whole time he was standing
there.  God, was he seducing me?  If I did what the other football player
asked, then he would see me naked, every inch.  I realized that I wanted
him to see me naked.  I mean that would be so hot!

   But that would also mean other people, like my co-workers and maybe
other customers or the other football players, they would all see me
totally nude.  I pulled my bottom lip between my thumb and forefinger,
thinking what to do.

   "Excuse me," I finally said to no one in particular, as I lowered my
head and walked out from behind the counter.

   Keeping my eyes on the floor, I didn't even bother to look at Chad as I
passed right by him.  I wondered if his heart was beating as fast as mine.
Over the shiny, freshly mopped tiles I moved, rounding the corner and
shuffling between tables.  The restrooms were down at the other side of the
fast-food joint.

   As soon as I ducked inside the ladies room, I quickly began unbuttoning
my shirt.  OK, like, so I was about to strip buck-naked at the place where
I work.  I tried not to think about it, as my hands unbuckled my belt and I
pulled my pants down my legs.  This was just something I needed to do, in
order to get back Patty's video camera.  How much more embarrassing would
it be, if that tape was uploaded or e-mailed to everybody at school!  I
lifted each foot out of the black uniform shoes, stepping on the sides and
kicking them off.

   Then I was able to step completely out of my pants, which had crumpled
around my feet.  Leaning against the wall, I raised my knee so that I could
reach down and pull off my socks one at a time.  Without missing a beat, I
reached my hands behind my back and unclasped my bra, letting it fall
forward off my shoulders and then to the ground.  I took a deep breath,
thumbs hooked into my panties.  This now seemed all too familiar.  With a
wiggle and a shake, I peeled the elastic down my curvy hips, bending over
to take them down to my ankles.

   Naked, I stepped over to the mirror and stood up on my bare toes.  I was
able to see in the reflection my bare breasts bouncing, and just beneath my
navel.  My hands reflexively reached for the visor cap that was part of the
uniform, but then I remembered that I was told I could keep this on.  As I
prepared to walk back out into the restaurant, I dropped one hand to cover
my crotch.

   My pubic hair grew naturally just above my pussy.  It started as a
narrow strip of curly black hair and then spread out as it went higher,
like an upside-down triangle.  I wouldn't really call it a full bush, more
like a patch.  And I didn't have to do much grooming, that was just the way
it came in.  The only thing was, my pussy lips were left visible,
especially when I was excited.  This was something I only recently started
to notice.

   So very conscious of everything that would be on display, I pushed open
the bathroom door with one hand, and then immediately lowered it in order
to completely hide my frontal nudity.  In this fashion, I stepped out into
the eating area.  Good, it was still empty!  I looked around just to make
sure, and skipped forward, trying to keep my tits from jiggling.  There was
nothing I could do about my bouncing bare ass.

   When I first jogged around the corner, my eyes went to the end register.
But Chad must have already taken his order and left!  I found myself
staring face to face with Joshua.  We both froze, my arms still lowered in
front of my body.  I had bent a knee forward and lifted the heel of one
foot off the ground.  He could see that I was totally nude.  Oh God, he was
just looking at me, taking in the sight of my bare skin and curves!

   Courtney was the next to catch notice of me and she squealed, "Boxie,
what are you doing?"

   Her voice drew my attention, and I saw that she had the bags of food and
the cardboard tray for the drinks placed out on the counter.  This was my
chance to act, and hurry to get this over with.  Forgetting about my male
co-worker, I shuffled right up to the middle of the counter on the tips of
my toes.

   "Don't worry -- this is something I have to do," I tried to explain, but
it came out a bit breathless.

   Reaching for the tray first, I was able to lift and carry it in one
hand, allowing me to sling that arm across my boobies and hide my pink
nipples.  My other hand snatched the bag, fingers curling around the top,
and pulled this close to my body.  I definitely did not want Jessica to see
my pussy!

   However, as soon as I turned, she would get a good look at my totally
bare backside.

   "Rebecca, what the Hell are you up to!" I heard our bossy co-worker
exclaim.

   Looking shyly over my shoulder, I saw that Jessica had just returned
from the grill and was behind the counter with Courtney and poor Joshua.

   "Just bringing the food out to the customer," I squeaked.

   Then I ran toward the entrance, pushing my shoulder into the glass door.
Before my co-workers could even think to stop me or do anything else, I
streaked outside of my neighborhood Wendy's -- completely naked!  I
couldn't believe what a rush this was!

   Unfortunately, as soon as I hit the cool nighttime air, my body reacted
accordingly.  Also, because I had those icy drinks cradled next to my
chest, the effect was that my nipples grew extremely erect, even pointing
to the sky.  Looking up, I saw that it was a full moon out, as my own curvy
bottom came bouncing down the concrete pavement.  The parking lot was
brightly lit, so I had absolutely no concealment.  At least the bag of food
kept my lower body warm.

   There was a beep of a car horn that made me jump.  I spun around, and
saw the lone car in the parking lot.  It had to be them.  An arm reached
out the driver side window and waved to me.  Oh God, this was it!  And I
could feel my pussy tingling as I turned in their direction.

   Quickly, I hopped over the landscaped and manicured grass.  But as soon
as I reached the asphalt pavement, I had to move more slowly on my bare
feet.  I guess that was why they made me take off my shoes and socks too,
so they could get a good long look at me as I approached their car.  As
embarrassed as I was, I couldn't help but swing my hips, walking right up
to the sporty vehicle.

   I had to bend down a little to look inside the lowered window, and said
sarcastically, "Here is your food, sir!"

   "So, we finally get to meet the one and only Boxie Carter, in person,"
the young man said, making no attempt to take the food.  "Boxie -- is that
even your real name?"

   I had lowered the tray of drinks to the open window, and leaned down
giving them a clear view of my naked cleavage.  "It's a nickname --"

   "Yeah, that's cute.  My name is Todd."

   "Hi, Todd --" I giggled.

   "Did you remember the extra onion rings?" one of the guys in the back
seat, leaned forward, sticking his face next to the driver's seat headrest.


   From my waist down, I was hidden by the door panel.  So I gripped the
top of the bag with their food in one hand, and lifted it up so they could
see.  I was standing so close, I think my parts may have touched the side
of the car.  With a small gasp, I reached my arm through the window and
watched them take the paper bag.

   "Come on man, share the rings!" said one of the other players in the
back seat.

   The driver, Todd, then took the tray from the window, and passed the
drinks back to his buddies.  I was left with nothing, standing there stark
naked.  Shyly, I brought my hands up to cover my breasts.  When I felt my
nipples tickle my palms, oh God, I realized how hard they were!

   "Um, so you are going to let me have the camera, right?" I asked after a
minute.

   Todd leaned across the passenger seat, apparently searching for
something on the floor.  In a moment, he sat back up, and I saw that he had
the silver and black video camera in his palm.  I asked him if the tape was
in there, too.

   "It's all there," he smiled, holding it out for me to take.

   Quickly, I grabbed the camera with both hands and cradled it to my
chest. Having it safely in my possession, I was able to breath a sigh of
relief.  Then I gave the young man a small smile.  Lowering one hand, I
teasingly traced a circle around my bellybutton.

   "So, did you like what you saw on the tape?" I couldn't help but ask.

   Todd regarded me for a moment, and then said, "The tape was all right.
But it's not the same as having you right here in the flesh, so to speak.
How about you turn around for us, Boxie?"

   Well, I was feeling kind of grateful just to have the camera back.  How
could I refuse?  I stood up on my toes, and closed my eyes, then slowly
turned around.  With my back facing the side of the car, I dropped my arms
completely.  I felt like I was floating on air.

   "You've got a sweet ass," I heard the football player remark.  "Like two
perfect circles -- like two basketballs next to one another."

   I giggled at the boy's metaphor.  Or was that a simile?  Whatever it was
called, the thought of these guys checking out my backside was making me
hot.  I licked my lips, and then opened my eyes --

   And found Chad, the captain of the football team, standing in front of
me!

   I looked up into his face, my eyes wide in shockand embarrassment. 
Lowering them, I looked down the entire length of my naked body.  He could
see everything!  My hands and arms didn't even move to cover, I just had my
tits sticking out -- oh, oh, and my pussy like totally on display!

   "That's a nice camera," he said smoothly.  "You should call us in a
couple of years."

   And then he calmly walked around me.  I shyly glanced over my shoulder,
to see him get into the car on the passenger's side.  Instinctively, I took
a couple of barefoot steps forward, closer to the Wendy's.  The engine
started behind me, and I watched then pull back and then speed out of the
parking lot.  I was left standing there for a moment, fully nude, and
clutching Patty's camera.

   For some reason, I suddenly felt very humiliated.  I don't know what I
expected.  Part of me had hoped they would have offered me a ride home.  I
kind of felt like I had given them a nudie show, both on the tape and now
in person, and I got nothing out of it.  Call them in a couple of years --
they were probably laughing at me!

   Well, I realized I needed to get back inside, get dressed, and probably
forget this whole thing.  Of course, as I jogged forward, I was conscious
of my firm bare breasts bouncing up and down, and it did feel nice as I ran
barefoot through the grass.  We would be closing up soon, I thought,
approaching the entrance.

   Once I stepped into the lobby, Jessica was waiting there and I could see
she was furious.

   "You slut!" she accused me with a shaking finger.  "You -- you -- took
off your clothes so you could screw those jocks!"

   "What?  No!" I cried, stopped dead in my tracks.

   The red-haired girl continued, "Look at you, Rebecca!  You're all
naked!"

   Hearing her remind me of this in front of my co-workers made me squeal,
"It's not what it seems!  They made me to it -- I needed to get back --"

   "You should be ashamed of yourself!" Jessica persisted.  "You're showing
off everything!"

   That caused me to look down past my stomach and between my legs, and I
saw what she was talking about.  I then looked up and saw that Joshua
behind the counter was staring at me with his mouth hanging open.

   "Quit looking at me!" I cried.

   Using both hands to cover my crotch, I turned and ran toward the eating
area.  My bare feet slapped across the tiles as I headed for the restroom.
A few moments later, I emerged around the corner -- still nude, with arm
hanging over my boobies and one hand still in front of my pussy.

   "Where are my clothes?" I looked directly at Jessica.

   She only folded her arms and smirked.  "Serves you right.  Since you
want to go running around bare-assed, I took them out back and tossed them
in the dumpster!"

   I couldn't believe I had just heard that.  All my clothes -- thrown
away? My face must have expressed such shock and humiliation, because
Courtney had walked out from behind the counter and placed an arm around
me.

   "Don't feel bad, Boxie," the petite blonde said.  "If I had a body like
yours, I wouldn't mind running around with my clothes off either."

   "Thanks," I smiled weakly at the girl.

   At that moment, the night manager George came shuffling out of his
office, through the kitchen, and headed straight for the line of registers.

   "What's going on out here!" he sounded half-annoyed, half-curious.

   Fortunately, I had just enough time to grab Courtney and pull her in
front of me.  As I mentioned, she is a little shorter than me, so my bare
shoulders were totally in view.  But the rest of my frontal nudity was
concealed.  Although my nipples brushed the back of her uniform shirt, and
I held her close enough that I was practically grinding my crotch into her
ass --

   "Jessica threw away my clothes!" I shouted.

   "Boxie took off her clothes!" Jessica said, nearly at the same time.  At
least she used my nickname.

   "Please don't fire me," I squeaked, gripping Courtney's shoulders
tightly.

   George himself seemed rather confused.  He slowly moved his girth around
the corner, and stepped into the lobby.  He approached cautiously, I guess
wanting to assure me that he wasn't going to try anything.  Courtney
remained between us.

   "Boxie -- you're not wearing any clothes?" George asked.

   "No, sir," I replied.  "I'm naked."

   "Completely," my modesty shield, Courtney nodded her head, as if trying
to be helpful.

   George washed a hand over his usually jovial face.  "You know, I really
don't want to know what you girls were up to out here.  It's a good thing
no customers showed up -- we could have been in a lot of trouble."

   "I think you should fire her," Jessica said in a snotty tone of voice.

   George only looked back and answered, "That's enough from you.  And I
suppose Boxie's uniform is completely ruined?  You know the spare uniforms
go out to the cleaners at the end of the week."

   The red-haired taller girl smiled triumphantly.  "Gee, that's too bad."

   Shaking his head, our night manager returned behind the counter. 
Courtney turned her face to look at me, and with my head looking over her
shoulder, our cheeks kind of pressed together.  It was sort of odd, holding
her so close while I was nude.  I mean, I don't think of her in that kind
of way, but, I was pretty horny.

   Next thing I knew, George had pulled out a dark blue apron and tossed it
over the counter.  It landed about a foot in front of my blonde co-worker.
Reflexively, she crouched down so she could pick it up.

   "Courtney!" I squealed, lifting up a knee and bringing my hands to my
breasts.

   "Oops, sorry!" she said, standing back up and turning around to face me.
"Let me get this over you, Boxie --"

   "Oh my God --" was all I could say as we stood toe to toe in front of
our co-workers and she draped the apron over my head.

   Once the durable fabric fell down across my body, Courtney reached
around to tie the apron strings behind my back.  It was almost like she was
giving me a hug or something!  I just spread my arms out at either side,
allowing her the room to knot the ends together.  If she wanted too, she
could have cupped my buttocks or tickled my bare butt.  Although I don't
know why she would want to do that.

   When Courtney stepped away from me again, I looked down to confirm that
the apron did cover my boobs.  More importantly, it came down to my knees,
so I wasn't showing my crotch.  However, my back and bottom was totally
exposed, but at least no one was behind me.  With my bare shoulders, lower
legs and feet, I figured it was easy to tell that I was nude beneath the
apron.  But I guess this would have to do until I got home.

   And then I remembered, how was I supposed to get home!  Early in the
evening, I told my mom that I would catch I ride back with one of my
co-workers.  Well, I later learned that her older brother would be picking
up Courtney, and I did not want him to see me wearing only an apron!  And
asking Jessica was out of the question, since we were not on the best of
terms.  That only left Joshua.

   After George returned to the registers to count the receipts and the
girls went about closing down the kitchen, I called Joshua over to the
side. Finding a seat in the corner, my bare bottom stuck to the vinyl as I
sat down.  I crossed my legs and had the boy sit across from me.

   "Listen, Josh, I'm sorry that I yelled at you before," I started.

   God, this was so embarrassing!  I wasn't even attracted to this guy, but
still, sitting in front of him, naked except for this apron made me shiver.
He couldn't take his eyes off of me.  I folded my arms across my chest,
just to make sure nothing peeked out.

   So I continued, "Do you, um, think you can drive me home?  It's not that
far --"

   "Sure!" the teenager answered rather quickly.  "Let me just get my
things!"

   Well I guess Joshua was finished for the night, and I certainly did not
want to hang around to meet Courtney's brother, or get into further trouble
with Jessica.  When he got back with his jacket and keys, I could see he
was waiting politely for me to get up from the table.

   "That's all right," I motioned with a hand.  "You go ahead --"

   Polite as he was, I was sure the boy just wanted to check out my ass
from behind!  As it turned out, he was a perfect gentleman during the ride
home.  We didn't speak much, so he left me alone with my private thoughts.
So much had happened to me in these past couple of days!  I no longer knew
if I was ashamed, or if I secretly enjoyed being naked.  My toes wiggled on
the floor mats of the back seat of Joshua's car.  I knew that my parents
would be asleep because it was so late, and I had said that someone would
drop me off.  The front door would be left open for me.

   I had first decided to get in the back seat, because I didn't want
Joshua to try anything or get distracted.  Now I realized that the interior
was pretty dark.  As I said, after giving him the straightforward
directions, we didn't really talk for the remainder of the trip.  So I
quietly untied the strings of the apron behind my back.  I slid down in the
seat a little, and then completely took off the apron!

   "We're here," Joshua said as he pulled up in front of my driveway.

   I was totally nude in the back seat of his car, and he had no idea! 
Scooting forward so that I was practically kneeling, I pressed against the
back of the driver's seat.  I stuck my head on the other side of the
headrest, enough to look over Joshua's shoulder.

   "Would you just do me one more favor?" I asked sweetly.

   Without turning to face me, or glance in the rearview mirror, he looked
straight ahead and answered, "Sure -- whatever you need, Boxie."

   "Bring the apron back to work for me!" I giggled.

   And before he could react, I opened up the driver's side back door and
leaped out of the car.  It was the middle of the night, and absolutely no
one else around, so I ran stark naked up to my house!  God, what a rush!  I
guess Joshua might have turned to look out the window, and he would have
seen my bouncing ass.  He deserved that much.  Although, he still had to
get out of the car and close the back door behind me.  Leaving the apron on
the seat for him to find, and wonder if I had done the whole ride in the
nude.

   I was just glad to be back home, and I gleefully sank into the comfort
of my bed, safely inside my room.  I had brought Patty's camera back with
me of course, I wouldn't have forgotten that little item!  Overall, it was
a pretty amazing adventure and I would say things didn't turn out as badly
as they could have.  This left me feeling relieved, but also encouraged.

   Now what trouble to get into next --











   On a day that we had off from school, I decided to take a little walk to
the local pizza parlor.  I made sure that I was wearing a very pretty
dress, which I had recently bought.  It was light blue and had pink and
orange floral prints.  Low cut, there was a tie string just in the middle
in front of my chest, and was otherwise held up by a pair of thin shoulder
straps.  I'd say it came down to just about my knee, but the breezy fabric
flowed and bounced playfully, showing off a lot of leg as I walked.  Â 
When I reached the shop, it occurred to me that it might be fun to untie
the string and "accidentally" let the straps fall off my shoulders,
dropping the dress in front of everyone.  That would be so awesome, because
I wasn't even wearing a bra!  But I had other plans today, so as soon as I
walked through the door, I slid behind one of the table booths before
anyone at the counter could see me.  Â  Slowly, I turned my head, peeking
just over the booth in front of me.  It was unoccupied, although I could
see there were a few people sitting further ahead, and a couple more
standing by the refrigerator where they kept the bottled drinks.  I heard
the door open behind me, and glanced over my shoulder to see a lady with
her kids enter and head toward the pick-up counter.  Â  That was when I saw
him, this guy that I was trying to get to notice me.  He was like eighteen
or something, and this would be his last year at my school.  I recently
heard that he worked part time at this pasta joint, but I needed to
confirm. And there he was, in his cute little apron, taking the pie out of
the oven, placing it in the cardboard box for the customer. Â  I ducked
back down in my booth before he would see me sitting here.  For some
reason, my tummy fluttered, and I giggled at the thought of me spying on
him.  A while longer I waited, until I heard the phone ring in the back,
people calling in their orders.  Taking a look over the seat again, I saw
the manager, a bald guy with a mustache, come out with a piece of paper. Â 
"Sal, I need you to run a delivery for me," I watched him talk to the young
man whose back was turned away from me. Â  Perfect!  This is what I wanted
to find out.  That this place did do deliveries, and Sal would be the one
making the run.  Â  Now it was time to put the next part of my plan into
action.  Turning around quickly, my long black hair swished over my
shoulder.  I slid my legs across the vinyl upholstery and hurried for the
door.  I don't think anyone was aware of my secret surveillance.  Reminding
myself to remain calm, I had to keep from running, and instead walked
through the parking lot of the strip mall, and onto the sidewalk.  This
part of the neighborhood was actually closer to my friend Patricia's house.
I would be there in less than ten minutes. Â  When my friend greeted me at
the door I exclaimed, "Patty, I am so excited!" Â  "You really should let
me know when you want to come over," she frowned at me.  "I was hoping to
catch up on some reading --" Â  "Is anyone else home?" I asked, trying to
look past her into the house. Â  "No," Patricia answered.  "It's the middle
of the day.  My parents are at work." Â  Abruptly, I pushed my way forward
practically forcing the girl to step aside.  "That's perfect!" Â  I found
their little dining room area, just off the main entrance.  There was a
round wooden table covered with a white cloth, and I threw my purse on one
of the chairs.  Then I looked around, taking measure of the room and going
over my plans in my head.  Â  "What are you doing here anyway, Boxie?"
Patty seemed still flustered by my surprise visit. Â  "Help me move this
table, will you?" I asked, grabbing one edge with both my hands. Â  Even as
she did as I asked, she said, "You're up to something --" Â  "We just need
to get it out of the room, so it can be seen from the front door," I
explained. Â  It didn't take very long, as it was only a few feet out into
the entry foyer.  I gauged the distance from the table to the door and was
satisfied.  Then I scoped around for the telephone. Â  "Do you mind if I
make a quick call?" I smiled at my friend. Â  Patty only shook her head,
but pointed me toward the kitchen.  "Sure, go ahead.  Is anything wrong?"
Â  "Nope," I giggled, "I just need to order a pizza!" Â  "But I'm not
hungry!" Patty protested.  Â  After I finished placing the order, I walked
back out of the kitchen and said, "Neither am I." Â  Then I told Patty that
there was this great guy who worked at the Pizza Parlor, and I wanted him
to deliver the pie so I could get a chance to meet him. Â  "All this
trouble just to talk to someone you like?" she asked, still not
comprehending. Â  Of course, there was more to it than that.  I wanted to
get Sal to notice me.  I wanted to try something crazy, so he would never
forget me.  Back on the chair, I found my purse and took out a box of
playing cards.  I shuffled them into my hand, and began dealing them out on
the table. Â  "What -- what exactly is going on?" Patty was soon behind me,
looking over my shoulder. Â  I could hear in the tremble in her voice that
she was starting to get excited as much as she was unsure.  I was excited,
too.  Once again, I checked that from the open doorway, you could see the
table and now the cards spread across the surface. Â  Stepping into the
middle of the room, I held out the sides of my dress in both my hands.  "Do
you like it, Patty?" Â  My friend regarded me for a second and then said,
"Actually, yes, Boxie.  That's a very pretty dress.  It looks good on you
--" Â  Barely containing my nervous giggle, my fingers reached up and
untied the drawstring at my chest.  A quick flip of the delicate straps at
my shoulders, I was then able to let go, and the dress floated to my feet.
Now I was standing topless in front of my friend.  I brought my hands close
to cover my boobies. Â  "Oh," I gasped.  "Too bad I lost it --" Â  I
stepped to the side, watching Patty stare at me with her mouth hanging
open, then shyly bent down so I could pick up the material.  With one arm
still held over my breasts, I reached my arm out and offered the dress to
my friend.  When she just stood there, I took another step forward.  Â 
"Patty, be a sweetie and put my dress in the middle of the table," I stuck
out my bottom lip in a pout. Â  Finally, the girl took the article of
clothing from my outstretched hand.  She seemed to be momentarily
mesmerized by me standing there in just my pink panties.  Patty carefully
folded the dress, and brought it to the table as I asked.  She placed it
right between where I had laid out two hands of cards.  Â  While she was
turned around, I took the opportunity to quickly peel my panties down my
legs.  Once I had them completely off my feet, I rolled the pink silk into
a ball.  At that moment, Patricia turned again to face me. Â  "Ohmygosh,
Boxie!" Â  With one hand over my pussy, I lunged my other arm and tossed
the panties at my friend.  She caught them easily and I laughed.  Of
course, my spurt of laughter only caused my butt to jiggle and boobies to
shake.  Â  "You can put my underwear on top of the dress," I instructed. 
Â  Patty looked like she was about to object, but she couldn't find the
words.  It was cute the way she tried to avert her eyes from my nudity, as
I stood with one arm over my tits, and the other hand cupped in front of my
crotch.  I guess she figured she should just let me go through with this,
because she leaned over and placed my panties on the table.  They were nice
and pink, and went well with the print of my dress.  Â  After thinking for
a second, I said, "Only two items -- that's not going to be enough." Â  At
this point, Patty glanced at her watch and said, "What if someone comes
home?  And that pizza delivery will be here in a few minutes!" Â  "I hope
not!" I squealed, blushing a little.  "I'm not ready yet." Â  In fact, I
realized I didn't have all that much time, so I would have to put modesty
aside.  I stepped briskly across the room, wearing only a pair of shoes. 
Finding one of the chairs near the table, I quickly sat down with Patty
standing right next to me.  I was conscious of the velvety cushion, which
felt nice underneath my bare bottom.  My boobs hung down with nipples
already starting to grow erect as I lowered my arms to unclasp the straps
at my ankles.  Taking off both my shoes, I picked them up and dropped them
on the table with the rest of my clothes. Â  Fully nude, I hopped off the
chair and walked back into the middle of my friend's house, so that I could
once more judge how everything looked.  Lost in concentration, I stood with
feet planted apart and hands on my hips.  Â  "Boxie, like, you just
stripped stark naked!" Patty cried in disbelief. Â  I had to bring my hands
up to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples just a little "I know!" Â 
"And you're all puckered out," Patty added, pointing accusingly at my
pussy. Â  Looking down, I saw that my lower lips were indeed visible and
parted.  "I can't help it!  My pubic hair doesn't grow in until further up
--" Â  My friend just shook her head.  "So just what is it that you have
got planned?" Â  "Um, well, I was thinking we could pretend that you and I
were playing strip poker -- and I lost all my clothes.  And as a forfeit,
you said that I had to answer the door when the pizza guy gets here!" Â 
Patty then seemed to think about that proposal for a minute.  I clutched my
fingers beneath my chin anxiously, hoping that she would play along.  She
walked around the table, and pulled herself a seat.  Sitting down, she
thumbed through some of the cards. Â  "This is so ridiculous," she said. Â 
"Well --" I started, and walked back over to sit in the chair across from
her.  "If you want to make it look more realistic, perhaps you could take
off a few items, as if we had a real game going." Â  "No way!" Patty stated
firmly, folding her arms over her chest. Â  I crossed my naked legs and
blushed.  "Oh my, then it appears you really beat me, round after round,
taking my shoes, my dress, and finally my panties, until I was left totally
nude -- how embarrassing!" Â  "It's also very risky," my friend added. 
"What if it isn't that guy Sal delivering the pizza?" Â  "Oh, it will be,"
I insisted.  "Earlier today, I made sure that he was the one making the
delivery runs." Â  At that moment, the doorbell rang. Â  Patty and I looked
at each other, both our eyes wide.  We froze, neither one of us making a
move.  My heart was absolutely racing.  It was amazing how natural it had
been, just sitting here talking to my friend without wearing any clothes.
But now, the thought of somebody else seeing my naked body -- this was
incredible!  And then the doorbell rang again.  Â  I pushed the chair back,
and jumped up on my toes.  With both hands clutching my breasts, I
scampered across the hardwood floor right up to the front door.  Oh God, I
hope it was him!  At the last second, I dropped my left arm so that my hand
could strategically cover my pussy.  Using the other hand, I turned the
knob and pulled the door open just enough so I could stick out my face.  Â 
It was Sal!  I saw him standing there on the concrete stoop, the pizza box
cradled in one arm.  He looked like he was about to ring the doorbell for
the third time.  I was kind of hunched over just a little, peeking my head
outside.  He couldn't yet see my body. Â  "Um, hi --" I said shyly.  Â 
"Hey," the tall young man answered.  "I got a delivery for this address."
Â  My eyes darted past him, and I saw his van parked in the driveway. 
Behind the door, I nervously rubbed my toes up and down the back of my
other leg's calf.  Â  "Um, yeah --.  about that," I started. Â  Sal shifted
impatiently on his other foot, holding the box in both hands.  "Oh no, this
isn't some kind of prank call, is it?  My boss will kill me if I have to
return another pie!" Â  "No, no --" I shook my head as best I could.  "It's
not like that.  It's just --" Â  I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
Maybe I should have said something first, but I wanted to surprise him.  In
one motion, I took a small step back and pulled the front door wide open.
Quickly, I snatched my other arm to my chest to cover my boobies, although
Sal might have gotten a flash of my nipples.  Â  Then I just stood there
for a moment, allowing him to look me over from head to toe.  I mean, I had
my pink bits covered of course, but he could see that I was totally naked!
Our eyes met, and I blushed, causing me to spin around.  Presenting my
round naked ass to him, I lifted both my hands to my chest and looked shyly
over my shoulder.  Â  After a moment of stunned silence, the young man
asked, "Did I come at a bad time?" Â  "No!" I squeaked, keeping my legs
firmly pressed together.  "I mean -- yes, well, you see, my friend and I
--" Â  "Your friend?" Sal asked suspiciously. Â  Cradling my bare breasts
in my arms, I kind of ducked down a little, bending slightly at the knees.
He could easily look over my head into the house.  I turned my own head to
see Patty sitting at the table.  She gave us a little wave.  Â  So I
bravely cupped a hand over my pussy and turned around once more to face the
pizza delivery guy.  "Yeah, so we were playing a friendly game of strip
poker -- and I lost everything." Â  "I can see that," Sal chuckled, his
eyes roaming up and down my body.  Â  "And, and --" I continued, "Because I
lost, she made me call in the pizza and answer the door like this!" Â  He
shook his head, a slight smile on his face and said, "Well this was
certainly unexpected.  Is she going to pay for the pie?" Â  "Now wait a
minute!" Patty cried, suddenly rising up from her seat at the table. Â  My
friend crossed over the floor of the hallway and came to stand between Sal
and me.  She brushed right past me and nearly pushed the guy out the front
door.  I was a bit taken aback by her forceful approach. Â  "This was all
Boxie's idea," Patty insisted.  "And there's no way I'm paying for that
pizza!" Â  "Oh, but wait --" I gasped.  Â  I tried to maneuver myself
around, which was not easy to do considering that I was stark naked in
front of two fully clothed people.  Including a guy, who I thought was
really cute.  I tried to step to the side, keeping my back and bare bottom
to the wall.  At that moment, Sal took a step forward, as if determined to
bring his delivery inside the house.  In that instant, I slipped behind the
young man, whose attention was focused on my uncooperative friend.  But
Patty wouldn't budge, and so Sal backed off. Â  That caused me to retreat a
couple of steps, my toes finding the concrete of Patty's front stoop.  Â  I
looked to my side, then behind me -- and saw that I was standing outside
her house, completely nude!  Â  "Oh no!" I yelped. Â  Scampering forward, I
pressed myself against Sal's back, clutching his shirt in my fists.  This
must have taken him by surprise, because I could feel him stiffen.  Mmmm --
I thought as I stood on my toes and brought my hands up to squeeze his
broad shoulders.  Â  From behind, I tried to peek my face next to his and
said, "Patty -- you've got to let us back in!" Â  "I don't think so," my
friend answered with finality.  "This game of yours has gone far enough."
Â  With that, she proceeded to swing the door shut.  Rather than stick his
foot in the way, or try to block the door, Sal simply backed down the
steps. And this caused me to backpedal even further.  Now I was bare-assed
naked in Patty's front yard!  All I could do was bounce helplessly on my
toes as I listened to the latch being locked into place.  Â  Sal turned
around, and I could see he was none too pleased. Â  "Well, I guess I should
have asked what toppings she likes," I laughed nervously.  Â  Then I
lowered my eyes, looking down at my unclothed body.  I suddenly remembered
to cup my hands to my breasts, and dropped an arm so I could hide my pussy.
Shyly, I stepped to the side as Sal started to make his way to the truck.
Â  "Don't I know you," he finally asked as I shuffled along next to him,
hoping none of Patty's neighbors were around.  Â  "Yeah, we go to the same
high school --" I offered. Â  Sal paused to regard me, and shook his head.
"No, I mean from a few years ago.  But I don't remember the name Boxie." Â 
"Well that's my nickname -- it used to be Becky," I explained.  "Rebecca is
my full name." Â  His face suddenly lit up with recognition, and he said,
"Becky Carter?  You used to play with my cousin when she was in middle
school.  We sometimes all went to the park together." Â  Ohmygosh, he
remembered me!  I had always had a secret crush on him, and figured it
would take something crazy to get him to notice me.  To think, he knew me
all along.  I averted my eyes, bashfully rubbing my toes again behind my
other leg.  Â  "You never paid much attention to us," I said softly. Â  Sal
took a step toward his delivery truck, then turned to face me again. 
"Look, Becky, or Boxie -- whatever your name is!  You can't go running
around without any clothes on." Â  I lifted up my chin a little, gazing
into his brown eyes.  "I can't?" Â  "You're not a little girl anymore," Sal
replied.  "You are a beautiful young woman, and it's not appropriate." Â  I
felt my heart pounding in my chest, as I blushed all over.  Here I was,
standing totally naked in front of him, and he called me beautiful!  It was
such a wonderful feeling, and the compliment made my tummy all warm and
fuzzy. Â  Then Sal added, "Now go inside and get dressed, Boxie." Â  "Oh, I
don't think I can," I said glancing back at the house.  "Patty seemed
pretty upset, I'm sure she isn't going to let me back in --" Â  The truth
was, I didn't want to put my clothes back on.  In addition to the warm and
fuzzy feeling I had, there was another sensation tickling down below,
sending a shiver through my body.  My erect nipples rubbed against the
forearm trying to hide them from sight.  I took a daring step forward. Â 
"Well, then --" Sal scratched his head and looked around. Â  I could see
that he was clearly baffled, and I would have to take the initiative.  He
still had his other hand full with the pizza box.  One more step and my
toes were on his shoes, my body leaning close to his.  I kept my grey eyes
locked on his soft brown stare and licked my lips in concentration, as I
expertly reached a hand into his pocket.  Fishing around for a moment, my
fingers found his key chain.  I pulled these out, and then ran fully naked
around to the other side of his truck!  Â  "Hey, what are you doing!" he
called out. Â  But I didn't waste any time.  I opened up the side door and
climbed into the passenger seat.  Then I watched Sal stalk off around the
other side of the van.  I could hear a back door open, and figured that was
where he was placing the undelivered pizza.  Next thing I knew, the young
man appeared on the passenger side, holding the door open and checking out
my nude profile.  I kept my legs crossed and one arm held across my
breasts, although I was nervously bobbing my foot up and down.  Â  "Come
on, Boxie, get out of there," he pleaded.  "Come out here and give me the
keys." Â  I had a better idea.  "Why don't you take me back to the pizza
parlor.  Won't we make a sight to behold!" Â  Frustrated Sal ran his
fingers through his hair.  "You sure would be --" Â  With that, he shut the
door, perhaps worried that someone might see him talking to a naked young
girl in his delivery truck.  The more I thought about his behavior, the
more I realized he was probably just as anxious to get out of here.  I
could use that to my advantage.  In fact, he jogged around the front of the
van and pulled open the driver's side door, which was of course unlocked.
Â  "So where are we going?" I asked when he had climbed into the seat,
behind the wheel. Â  Sal shook his head.  "I'll be in enough trouble as it
is.  I'm not going to let you sneak around and hide at the place where I
work.  I'm taking you home." Â  Well, I suppose that would be good enough.
With a nod of my head, I reached my arm over and dropped the keys in his
lap.  Except, it was the arm that I had been shielding my boobies with.  I
let out a small gasp and blushed, but sat there with my tits exposed and
very erect nipples sticking out. Â  After I told him that it would not be
hard to get to my house, that I lived just a few blocks away, he said, "Put
on your seatbelt." Â  I looked around to either side of me, searching for
the chrome buckle on the strap.  Then I saw it hanging down on the side,
between the door and the seat.  Bringing my knees to the cushion, I turned
halfway around and leaned over, basically sticking my ass in his face if he
looked to the side.  Realizing that he would also be able to see my pussy
from behind, I quickly grabbed the buckle and sat back down.  Still, I
struggled to yank the strap far enough to fasten it at my hip, plus the
strap was not comfortable across my bare body.  I squirmed quite a bit and
made a fuss, showing off more naked pink in the process.  Â  "Oh just leave
it," Sal said in exasperation.  Â  Sitting forward again, I let the
seatbelt recoil back.  My bare feet were planted on the floor mat, as I
placed my hands on my thighs.  I just stared ahead, listening to him start
the ignition, and then we pulled out of Patty's driveway.  Â 
Instinctively, I slouched down a little, so my topless state wasn't so much
in view of oncoming traffic.  But this caused me to spread my legs further
apart.  I had to reach up and grab my breasts, to keep them from bouncing
around.  Only when I looked down at my body, did I notice my pink pussy
lips protruding nicely parted.  I didn't cover up, though, because I was
suddenly feeling very horny and was afraid to touch myself. Â  However, I
did look over at Sal with longing, watching his hand steady on the
gearshift.  I almost wanted to take his fingers and place them on my tender
crotch.  But that didn't seem right.  So I continued to sit there, secretly
massaging my nipples with my palms, while ever so slowly separating my legs
invitingly.  But Sal was very well behaved, and kept eyes on the road, the
whole time.  I think.  Â  Actually, it occurred to me that he was going out
of the way to take side streets and detour whenever there were cars up
ahead.  What should have been a five minute trip, seemed to make much
longer.  And it was agony for me, completely naked, and growing more and
more aroused by the minute.  I didn't know how much longer I could hold
out, before I would start moaning or doing something more explicit.  Now I
was growing embarrassed as I involuntarily bucked my hips and let out a
small whimper.  Â  "This is it!" Sal announced.  Â  I opened my eyes and
looked out the window, to find that we had pulled up in front of my house.
Hurriedly, I reached for the handle and kicked the van's door open.  But as
I began climbing out of the seat, I paused to look over my bare shoulder.
Â  "Thank you for the ride home, Salvatore." Â  The young man smiled and
said, "Let's just not make a habit out of this -- running around in your
birthday suit!" Â  I giggled, then hopped all the way out of the truck.  My
naked round bottom bounced playfully as I skipped up to the house. 
Thankfully it was the middle of the day, and no one was home.  Beneath a
fake decorative rock on the porch was a spare key, which allowed me to open
the door and quickly get inside.  The delivery truck did not drive off
until I was safely within.  And that meant Sal was watching me the whole
time!  Â  Needless to say, I scurried off to my bedroom and had a massive
orgasm.  I mean -- it was enormous.  The whole crazy scheme had been such a
wonderful turn-on.  And knowing that young men like Sal enjoyed looking at
me, made me feel really good. Â  The next thing I did was call up Patty on
the telephone, and thank her for locking me out of her house.



   Boxie Carter: The Science Project American Cowboy

   Boxie Carter: The Science Project (Part 1)

   It was nearing the end of my free period in the middle of the school
day. On the way back to my locker, I decided to stroll down a hallway that
branched off the lobby area near the auditorium.  There was plenty of time
left for me to take a leisurely moment to look at the graduation pictures
hanging on the wall.  Photos for the classes of the past decade ran along
the length of the corridor, low enough for me to make out the faces.

   I paused at one of the recent graduating classes.  Someone had shown
this to me once before, but I didn't have time to study it.  Now, I
recalled from previous descriptions, and found that student named Erica. 
She was in the front row, and looked to be a petite girl with delicate
features.  Pretty, too, even though she was dressed like everyone in those
graduation gowns.  But the thing that fascinated me was that I had heard
this Erica wasn't wearing anything beneath her gown, even when this picture
was taken!

   This brought back memories of other stories and rumors I had heard about
her.  Apparently, one time, she went through the school day wearing only a
T-Shirt.  I wondered if I could try something like that.  Maybe a tight
T-shirt stretched over my boobies, and only came down to my bellybutton --
Oh, but that would mean my bottom would be exposed!  I wondered if I could
try to conceal such a half-naked state with books, or perhaps a backpack
held carefully in front.

   I was wakened from my daydreaming by the sound of the period bell. 
Damn! Now I had to run back to my locker, to pick up my books for my
science class.  There were just a few minutes before the next bell would
ring, signaling the start of class.  So I raced down the corridor and up
the stairs, collecting my things and making it to the classroom just before
the teacher shut the door!

   Once I was seated, I took a moment to catch my breath.  My chest was
heaving beneath the snug long-sleeved black sweater I was wearing.  I also
had on a cute plaid skirt that only came down to above my knee.  Thinking
back, I must have been quite a sight running through the halls, arms loaded
with books, and unable to keep the hem from bouncing up and down.  My
open-toed black shoes with ankle straps made me look sexy, but were no fun
to run in!

   Halfway through the period, my thoughts had drifted again to Erica and
her wild adventures, thinking about what kind of things I could do. 
Suddenly, I realized that I wanted to get naked again, and in front of
someone who had never seen me before.  Well, OK, I probably didn't mean
something as bold as that sounds.  I mean, I was still getting comfortable
with my body, and the idea of people seeing me nude was still embarrassing.
But the idea was also becoming very exciting!  Slowly, I started to piece
together a plan.

   Leaning forward, I looked across my desk, watching the other students in
the front of the class.  Up closest to the teacher was a boy named Timothy.
He was an honor student, and a total geek.  I mean like he had no fashion
sense.  He always wore this stupid baseball cap backwards, like he was some
kind of white rapper, but he had glasses and no style whatsoever.  On the
other hand, he seemed like a nice enough guy and he was really smart.  He
would be perfect.

   Escalating my little designs was the fact that my mother was away on a
business conference this week.  She finally convinced my dad to go along
with her, and they felt I was responsible enough to be left alone.  As long
as I called them and stayed in touch, which I did.  But it also meant I had
the house all to myself!

   So I waited for the boring lesson to be over.  Then, when the bell rang,
I did not gather my books and rush out like I normally do, but kind of
lingered and fidgeted at my desk.  The other students proceeded to exit,
except as I expected, Timothy who stayed behind to discuss something with
the teacher.  He was such a nerd.  It looked like he was going to escort
Mr. Johnson out of the room and be his shadow.  But instead, I half climbed
out from behind my desk, actually bringing my knees up to kneel on the seat
of the chair.

   "Oh, Timothy --" I called out and waved over to the boy.

   He paused at hearing his name, and turned to see that no one else was
around but me.  The young man looked up at our teacher as if asking what to
do.  Mr.  Johnson shrugged, and continued on his way out into the hallway.

   "Timothy, come over here," I repeated, pulling strands of my long black
hair over my shoulder.

   With hands in his pockets, the boy shuffled forward, down the aisle
between the desks.  He reached me in the middle of the room, and I waited
to make sure we were alone.

   "Um, Timothy, I need you to help me --" I started.

   "You -- you do?" he asked, probably never having spoken to a girl
before.

   I nodded my chin.  "I'm having trouble with this chapter in Biology. 
And, and you're so smart --"

   Poor Timothy looked really flustered, and it was almost adorable seeing
him squirm.  He shifted from side to side, glancing back at the open door.

   "I -- I have to get going," he stammered and began to turn around.

   "Wait!" I cried desperately, reaching out an arm.

   I also stepped out onto the floor, standing up so he could fully see me.
Timothy paused, staring at my bare legs from beneath my skirt.  Good, that
was what I wanted.

   Walking a little bit closer, I tried to explain.  "I'd like you to help
me get through this class.  Do you think you could do that?"

   "Yeah, sure," he mumbled. "Oh, you're awesome!" I squealed.  "I was
hoping you could even help me later this afternoon.  I'm sorry it's such
short notice -- but would you come over my house after school?"

   I believe I left the boy speechless.  Honestly, his jaw literally
dropped and despite his impressive vocabulary, appeared to be at a total
loss for words.

   "Please --" I clutched my hands in front of my chest for emphasis.  "It
would mean so much to me.  I think you are the only one in class who can
help me!"

   Now he bowed his head and said, "Yeah, of course -- I'd be happy to
help. What was your name again?"

   I realized that I had never talked to him before, I'm sure he thought I
didn't know he existed.  This whole proposal must have seemed pretty
awkward, coming out of nowhere, but he was too confused to question.  I
giggled and played with the hem of my skirt.

   "Rebecca -- but you can call me Boxie."

   That got him to smile just a little as he answered, "OK, Boxie -- I'll
help you with your Biology assignments."

   "Cool!" I said, and reached down for my notebook to tear out a piece of
paper.

   I grabbed my pen and quickly jotted down my address and some basic
directions.  Timothy was harmless, so I wasn't worried about him knowing
where I live.  Still, as I stuffed the paper into his hand, I gave him a
meaningful look.

   "Remember, you're just coming over to study!" I said firmly.

   "Oh, of course, of course --" he sputtered and stammered, turning away
bashfully as if I was suggesting he might have other intentions.

   I smiled smugly to myself.  Satisfied that had gone well, I cradled my
books to my chest and walked out of the classroom.  It was important that
Timothy consider this serious business.  Besides, I didn't want him
blabbing to his buddies that he had a girlfriend!

   The rest of the day could not move fast enough for me.  I got home and
took a shower, wanting to look good and smell nice and fresh.  Then I
changed into more casual clothes to hang around the house.  I threw on a
pair of gray athletic track pants, with the double white line that runs
down the side.  And I put on a halter top, leaving my bare stomach exposed.
It was kind of odd getting dressed again, considering what I had planned
for my study date with Timothy.

   Looking at the clock in my kitchen, I started to wonder if the boy might
even chicken out.  That would be disappointing!  So I grabbed a celery
stick and munched impatiently, while taking a bottle of water out of the
refrigerator.  Some more minutes passed before I finally heard a car
pulling up into my driveway.

   Excitedly, I ran to the window, and looked outside.  Sure enough, there
was Timothy stumbling up the path, a bundle of books and supplies in tote.
I eagerly greeted him at the door.

   "Hi, Boxie," he said shyly.  "My mom says I can only stay for a couple
of hours."

   His mother had given him a ride to my house!  Oh, this was too perfect.
He was such an innocent dweeb, I had nothing to worry about.  I smiled and
waved at his mother in the car.  Then I held the door open, and allowed him
to come inside.

   Timothy was still a little nervous, and he shuffled around, with one
hand jammed into his pocket.  With his other hand, he hoisted the strap of
his backpack over his shoulder.  We walked into the kitchen, where he was
able to drop his load on the table.  A moment of awkward silence passed
between us, before I jumped to the refrigerator.

   "Hey, do you want something to drink?" I offered, shaking my water
bottle in his direction.

   Self-consciously, it seemed, Timothy answered, "Um -- no, that's all
right.  Thank you"

   I shrugged, and then remembered that I was the one who was in control. I
would have to take charge, and dictate the arrangements of this study
session.  Walking forward, slowly, I traced a circle around my exposed
bellybutton teasingly.

   "Grab some of your books," I instructed the boy.  "Let's go upstairs to
my room.  It will be more comfortable there --"

   I continued to ease my way out of the kitchen, heading for the
staircase. Looking over my shoulder, though, I saw that Timothy hadn't
moved.  Either he was in shock at my suggestion, or too frightened to
follow.  I hoped he wouldn't be too difficult to work with!

   "Come on," I encouraged him, pulling on the ends of my long black hair.
"I have a desk up there -- and we won't be disturbed --"

   Well, after another moment of hesitation, Timothy finally reached for
his pack and pulled out our biology textbook and some of his notebooks.  I
took the first few steps up the stairs, turned around again and made sure
he would be joining me.  I wondered if he was going to say anything, but he
just kept quiet, trudging along on my heels.

   We got up to my room, and I could tell he still felt funny about this. I
just smiled and invited him in.  Near a window was a small study desk, and
I had Timothy put his stuff down there.  My parents would kill me if they
knew I had a boy up in my bedroom.  But this was different, this was only
Timothy, and it's not like he was a real guy.  After he looked around in
wonder for another few minutes, taking in the sights of my girly
decorations, I addressed him from the middle of the room.

   "Timothy," I started.  "There is something I have to explain -- tell you
about, and I hope it isn't going to be a problem."

   The boy had his hands in his pockets again, and shrugged his shoulders.
"Sure, Boxie, what is it?"

   I took a deep breath and said, "I'm usually nude when I do my homework
--"

   The expression on his face was priceless.  His eyes went wide, and I
could swear I could hear his heart beating.  My own heart was beating
pretty fast, too.  But I continued.

   "You see -- it helps me relax, and concentrate better."

   "What do you mean?" Timothy asked, clearly in disbelief.

   Strolling around the pieces of my furniture, I lowered my eyes almost
blushing.  "You know, like, it's easier for me to concentrate if I'm -- not
wearing anything.  Would that bother you, if I take off my clothes?"

   He didn't immediately say anything.  The two of us just looked at each
other, regarding each other in silence.  There was such excited tension in
the room I could feel it!  After another minute, I thought about it, and
realized that he didn't say no.  So I casually step on one of my sneakers,
and pried it off my foot, biting my lip and keeping my eyes on Timothy the
whole time.

   Once I pushed the sneaker off my other foot, I walked over to my bed in
my socks.  This was amazing!  I had never actually stripped in front of
another boy before!  In a way, this was kind of like practice.  I turned
around to face Timothy again while my fingers found the drawstring inside
my track pants.  With the waist loosened, I was able to easily let the
material fall to the floor and I stepped out of them.  Timothy checked out
the length of my bare shapely legs, his eyes coming to rest on my white
panties.

   I hooked my thumbs inside the elastic band of my underwear, but backed
up so that I could sit on the end of my bed.  Crossing my legs, I reached
down so that I could peel off one sock.  Then I stretched my arms lower so
I could remove the other one, and was completely barefoot.  As I stood up
once more, my toes curled on the carpeting of my bedroom.

   Now I reach up my hands to take hold of the bottom of my halter-top.  Of
course, I wasn't wearing a bra underneath, so I modestly turned around.  I
began lifting the fabric of my tiny shirt higher until my boobies popped
out.  At that moment, Timothy spoke up.

   "Wait, Boxie!" he called from behind me.  "Are you -- are you sure about
this?"



   Boxie Carter: The Science Project (Part 2)

   Still clutching the bottom of my top, I looked over my shoulder at the
boy.  "Oh, but -- it's just -- this is how I do my schoolwork at home."

   "I know, but --" Timothy was clearly embarrassed, scratching his head
and trying not to look at my round bottom encased in panties.

   "It's the only way I can really focus," I tried to sound convincing. 
"That's probably why I'm having trouble in school, because I have to keep
my clothes on."

   "Yeah, I guess --" the intelligent boy mumbled.

   Then I lowered my eyes, and tried to appear disappointed.  "Look,
Timothy, I understand if this makes you uncomfortable.  If you want -- I
can get dressed again."

   "No, no!" Timothy was quick to put his hands out for emphasis.  "I mean
-- if it helps --"

   I turned away, and broke out into a broad grin.  It seemed the young
man's instincts got the better of him after all.  With a wiggle of my hips,
I resumed pulling the halter-top higher and all the way over my head.  I
tossed it aside and quickly brought my hands close to cover my tits.  Oh
God, this was so unreal!  And now that I was about to drop my underwear, I
suddenly felt embarrassed myself.  I mean, he was going to see my bare ass!


   Well, I took another deep breath, with butterflies still in my tummy. 
My hands trembling a little, I lowered them slowly until my fingers made
contact with the low cut of my panties.  Even though I wasn't watching him,
I closed my eyes as I tugged the material down my skin.  Lifting a knee, I
was able to bend slightly to pull one leg out, and then let my underwear
slide the rest of the way down where I kicked it off my ankle.

   Completely naked, I shielded my boobies with one arm and clasped my
other hand over my pussy, and then spun around.  I saw that Timothy had
slapped his hands over his mouth in shock, speechless.  Nervously, I kind
of giggled, rubbing my toes behind my other leg's calf.  What would he
think of me?  I wondered what he thought of my body.

   And then Timothy lowered his hands and said, "Wow!"

   "Listen," I then added as an afterthought.  "Just don't tell anyone
about this, OK?"

   "Uh, yeah -- sure!" Timothy replied, though he kept staring at me from
head to toe.

   I found myself a little breathless and finally answered, "I guess we
should probably get started --"

   Nodding my chin in the direction of the study desk, I suggested we begin
on the biology assignment.  It took a moment for Timothy to peel his eyes
away from me, but the boy did seem anxious to hit the books.  He quickly
moved over to have a seat, and I followed after him, nude.  Trying to keep
his mind off my lack of clothing, Timothy flipped through the pages of the
textbook, searching for the right chapter.  Then he paused to look up at me
standing at his side.



   "Um, Timothy --" I said softly, "Do you think you could bring over the
other chair for me to have a seat?"

   Boy, did he jump to his feet!  In the corner, I had an alabaster wooden
chair, one that matched the pink and white dÃ(C)cor of my bedroom.  He
hefted this up and brought it back to the desk.  Slipping behind me to
offer me the seat, the young man got a nice look at my naked bottom. 
Blushing, I sat down, and scooted the chair forward.  At least I was able
to now cross my legs and use both hands to hide my nipples.

   "So what was this lesson about?" I asked when Timothy sat down again.

   It was cute the way he kept his nose buried in the pages of the text,
determined not to look at me anymore.  He was talking about the science
class and the recent topics we had been studying.  I realized that I could
probably drop my hands leaving my bare tits hanging out, and Timothy
probably wouldn't even notice!  The only thing was, my nipples were VERY
erect, and I was afraid for him to think this was turning me on.

   "I think we should start with the chapter review," Timothy was saying.
"This way, we'll know what points are giving you the most trouble."

   All I could answer was, "Mmm-hmmm --"

   "It says we should write out the definitions of the chapter's key
terms," the boy continued.

   As he reached for his notebook and opened up to a blank page, I asked,
"Do you think you could write out the definitions for me?  Um, I kind of
have my hands full --"

   When Timothy looked across at me, I squeezed my breasts to make sure he
would get my meaning.  He squirmed and fidgeted in his chair.  My own
bottom, bare against the smooth finished wood seat felt really good, and I
brushed his leg with my toes.

   "Uh, sure --" he agreed, then added, "you know -- writing them out by
hand really helps you memorize the definitions."

   "That's why you are so smart!" I giggled.

   I watched his neck flush red as he scribbled across the paper.  The fact
that I was sitting so close to him and I was stark naked, caused me to lick
my lips.  Beneath the desk, I separated my legs.

   As he continued to work, Timothy would not only copy out the science
terms, but also talk about them trying to make me understand.  This was
great!  Not only was I getting a private tutor session, but the boy was
writing out the assignment for me at the same time.  And all I had to do
was take off my clothes.  Truth be told, I actually found some of the
things he was saying start to make sense, in spite of the distraction of my
nudity.

   By the time we had moved on to the review of the chapter, I was
listening more intently.  Occasionally I would lower my arm to lean in
close, allowing one of my boobies to peek out.  Sometimes Timothy would
glance over and I would giggle shyly, before covering up again.

   "There's a lot of references to the laboratory workbook," Timothy said
at one point.  "They have better diagrams and more exercises we can
practice on."

   I looked to either side of me, but didn't see it lying around.  "Where
is it?"

   "I left it downstairs," the boy remembered.  "Let me run and bring the
workbook back up here."

   "No, wait --" I said, starting to rise up from my chair.  "Let's both go
down to the kitchen.  I'm kind of thirsty, and we can finish up down
there."

   I was mindful to keep one hand in front of my pussy as I backed away
from the desk.  My knees were weak, and I felt I needed to stretch my legs
a little.  Timothy looked up at me from head to toe, still amazed by the
curves of my nude body.  I smiled and waited for him to stand up himself.
It was then that I saw he had quite a boner in his pants!  That made me
giggle, causing my boobs and butt to bounce.  The boy turned around
bashfully and headed for the door.

   It occurred to me that Timothy might have been looking for an excuse to
leave the room so he could relieve himself!

   "Wait up!" I cried, and jogged after him.

   As I bounced down the steps on my toes, I clutched my breasts with both
hands.  This left my whole lower body exposed, but the poor boy didn't
chance to steal another look.  I caught up with him at the foot of the
stairs, and there I returned to the more strategic positioning of my arms
and hands.  In this fashion, I followed Timothy into the kitchen.

   It felt weird walking through my own house completely naked.  Being here
with another boy made me feel a little embarrassed.  Well, embarrassed
about if he ever found out this was all a secret fantasy of mine.  When I
moved onto the cool tiles, I was conscious of my bare feet slapping over
the floor, sticking and un-sticking with each step.  I stopped at the
refrigerator and asked if he wanted something to drink.

   "Maybe I had better let you get it yourself," I suggested when he nodded
yes.

   The glasses were in the top cabinet, I told him, standing somewhat off
to the side.  I arched up and bounced on my toes, hugging my body and
keeping all of my private parts covered.  Oh God, if anyone ever caught me
like this -- if my parents walked in and found me nude with one of the boys
in my class!  The thrill of what I was doing sent a shiver down my spine,
and had my pussy tingling.

   Timothy turned away awkwardly, reaching up to retrieve a glass.  At that
moment, the telephone rang!  The unexpected sound made me jump, arms
flailing and leaving me totally exposed.  On the second ring, I spun around
to pick up the receiver.  If Timothy was looking at me, he had an
unobstructed view of my bare backside.

   It was my mother!

   "Um, hello mom," I said a little breathlessly.

   Twisting around again, I cradled the phone between my ear and shoulder,
allowing my arm to rest in front of my boobies.  I leaned against the wall
and crossed my legs, keeping my thighs together tightly.  My other arm hung
down, hand shielding my patch of pubic hair.  Looking Timothy in the eye, I
silently pleaded with him not to say anything.

   Not that he had anything to say.

   "Are you all right?" my mother asked on the other end.  "You sound a
little out of breath, Rebecca --"

   Oh my God!  I was talking to my mother on the phone, while standing bare
naked in front of one of my classmates!

   "Um, yeah --" I sort of mumbled.  "I was -- just working out. 
Exercising!"

   She told me that she was just checking in, making sure I was all right
by myself.  She also reminded me that I shouldn't forget about my
schoolwork, and that was just as important as trying to keep in physical
shape.  If she only knew that a teenage boy was right now appreciating the
sight of my curvaceous body!

   "OK, love you -- bye!" I finally said, ending the embarrassing phone
call.

   I bet I was blushing all over.  With a nervous giggle, I struggled to
stay facing Timothy so that he wouldn't get another free showing of my ass,
while trying to hang up the receiver without giving away any of my more
intimate parts.  All I could do was cup one hand over my pussy and squat
down a little so I could drop the phone onto the set.  Finally, I turned
sideways so that I could use my other hand to fix the phone into place. 
This was making me hotter and hotter, and I was probably just as nervous as
Timothy.

   "So, um, ready to check out that workbook?" I said, placing my arm over
my breasts again.

   Timothy took a long drink from his glass of water, and then set it down
on the counter.  He rubbed his hands on the sides of his pants before
heading over toward the kitchen table.  From the backpack he had left
there, he was able to find and pull out our soft covered science workbook.
While he was doing this, I took a moment to open up the refrigerator and
grab a bottle of water for myself.  I stood with the door blocking me from
view, grateful for a moment to relax my pose a bit.  Fully nude, I brought
the refreshing drink to my lips.

   Seated now at the table, Timothy watched me bashfully walk over to join
him.  I still think he must have thought this was so unreal, unable to
believe his eyes.  This was probably the luckiest day of the boy's life. 
My bottom jiggled and bounced as I made my way forward and pulled out a
chair across from him.

   We were ready to continue our study time.  As Timothy had pointed out,
there were a lot of useful diagrams that corresponded with the chapter we
had been working on upstairs in my bedroom.  But truthfully, I was too
excited to concentrate much.  My partner, on the other hand, needed to find
anything to do to keep his mind of my nudity.  The result was that Timothy
ended up completed all the exercises in the workbook for me, and I was all
too happy to let him.  I had been holding both hands in front of my
boobies, and with his head down, I was occasionally able to squeeze and rub
my nipples in circles.

   "Ooooh!" I let out a small moan.

   "What was that?" Timothy asked, raising his head.

   "Oh, um --" I had to think fast.  "Oh, my pen!  I dropped it on the
floor."

   The straight "A" student looked at me and smiled, figuring I must have
been taking notes.  Of course, I hadn't been writing at all.  This made me
feel a twinge of guilt.  Especially since he had been such a good sport,
and had done all my homework.

   "Do you think --" I started, scooting forward in my seat.  "Do you think
you could pick it up for me?"

   "Uh, sure, Boxie!" Timothy replied immediately.

   Before I knew it, the boy had ducked under the table.  I closed my eyes,
wondering how long he would be down there.  Instead of crossing my legs
like I should have, I kept my knees separated and bare toes arched on the
floor tiles.  If he looked the right way, he would be able to see my open
pussy.

   After a few moments, I heard him say, "Uh, Boxie -- I don't see it."



   Boxie Carter: The Science Project (Part 3)

   "Oh -- I, um, think I dropped it by my leg," I said, encouraging Timothy
to stay under the table.

   And to further entice him, I pretended to be shifting around so he could
look better.  This left me with my legs spread apart even further, and I
could hear him crawling near me.  Oh God, he was seeing everything, and I
loved it!  I placed my hands on the table, looking down to see my nipples
rock hard and extended toward the ceiling.  Realizing if this continued
much longer, I would likely have an orgasm, I reached across the table and
grabbed a random pen.

   "Oh, Timothy!" I cried, "I found it -- I found -- the pen!"

   It took a moment for the boy to resurface from beneath the table.  When
I did, I saw that his hair was disheveled and eyeglasses crooked.  His face
was flushed bright red.  In fact, I bet we both were, I thought as I
clutched my arms over my breasts.  The two of us didn't say anything for a
while.

   And then Timothy mumbled, "You have nice hair --"

   "Wh- what?" I gasped, startled by the compliment and not sure what he
was talking about.

   "It's nice -- and shiny," he added awkwardly.

   With one arm still slung across my boobs, I lifted my other arm so that
I could gingerly touch the tresses of my long black hair.  "Um -- thanks."

   No sooner did I glance at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall, when
there came the sound of a car horn in the driveway.  His mother was here to
pick up Timothy!

   We both jumped up from the table at the same time.  I still had my arms
around my boobies, which meant that my crotch was totally exposed.  In
turn, my eyes were drawn to Timothy's crotch, and I saw he was sporting
quite an erection.

   "Are you going to be all right?" I giggled, pointing.

   Timothy blushed furiously, and I could tell he was very embarrassed.  He
quickly began stuffing his books and pens into his backpack.  Then he slid
the bag off the table and pressed it against his lower body.  The fact that
I did this to him made me feel a little embarrassed as well, but also
aroused.

   "Yeah, I gotta go," he said without looking at me.

   Two steps out of the kitchen, I called out, "Wait, let me walk you to
the door!"

   Completely naked, I bounced out into my living room, just in time to see
Timothy rounding the corner for the entrance hallway.  It was too risky for
me to go out there with him, so I waited until he had opened the door and
made sure it was clear.  I pressed my body against the wall, and watched as
he shuffled forward keeping his backpack in front of him.

   As soon as he left the house and walked outside, I ran down the hall
toward the front door.  I was able to keep it open just enough to peek my
face out and see him do a funny walk around his mother's car.  Then I
reached out my bare arm to wave goodbye.  As she slowly backed the car down
the driveway, his mom stuck her own arm out the window and waved back at
me!

   With that, I slammed the door shut and locked it fast!  Oh God, what an
incredible rush!  My heart was beating wildly, my whole body felt alive.  I
didn't think I could make it back upstairs to my bedroom.  So I headed off
to the bathroom where I started a shower.  Under the gentle cascade of warm
water, I pleasured myself until I actually had multiple orgasms --

   * * * * *

   The next day was a little awkward, and I thought about not going to
science class.  I mean, I was a little ashamed of myself, as well as felt
bad for teasing poor Timothy.  But I didn't want to get in trouble, so I
decided that I would just avoid the boy.  When I walked into the classroom,
I didn't make any eye contact, but headed straight for my desk.  I slouched
down and tried to keep my face hidden by my opened textbook, while waiting
for the teacher to begin his uninteresting lesson.

   Mr.  Johnson informed us that we were going to start working on our lab
projects.  What's worse, this would be a group project, and each team would
have to present at the end of the week.  I rolled my eyes, hearing him talk
about the need for everyone to participate.  Participation, he said, would
be a big part of the grade.  This was horrible!  I didn't even have any of
my friends in this class.

   Already, those students who knew each other started pairing up.  Before
long, the whole class had shuffled around with everyone moving to different
desks.  I was alone in the middle of the room.  I felt stupid, and a little
embarrassed.

   Then the teacher noticed this, and said, "Rebecca, I would like to you
work with Timothy's group."

   "Oh, do I have to?" I whined, crossing my arms and even pouting.

   But Mr.  Johnson insisted, "Yes, you will be working with Chester and AJ
as well.  I believe they will help you do well.  You really need this
project to pull up your overall grade."

   Oh, great!  As if Timothy wasn't bad enough -- I was lumped in with
these other two geeks!  Chester was a blonde headed guy with braces.  And
AJ was a young Afro-American who had been bumped up a grade because he was
so smart.  He was lean and lanky, like maybe he could have been a track
runner.  But I heard he had asthma and he always wore these terrible
sweater vests.

   Resigned to my fate, with a huff, I collected my books and slowly walked
toward the back of the room.  The three of them normally sat at the front
of the class, but a group of the other students kicked them out of their
desks.  Now they were seated in the corner, on the side of the room with
the chalkboard.

   As I approached the three boys, I said softly, "Hello, Timothy --"

   The young man shifted in his seat nervously before answering, "Um -- hi
-- Boxie."

   Well this wasn't going anywhere, so I finally pulled up a chair and sat
down across from them.  I told them that I wasn't very good at science, and
I wasn't sure I could be much help.  Hopefully they would just leave me
alone and do the project on their own.  Timothy was careful not to look
directly at me, and he didn't say anything about yesterday afternoon.

   "We were thinking about doing a study on DNA structure," AJ said to me.

   I shrugged my shoulders.  "Sounds good to me.  I'm sure you guys know
what you are doing --"

   I figured if I flattered them and stroked their egos, these nerds would
be all too happy to do all the work.  And if I played my cards right, I
could still get credit for the assignment.  So I nodded and grinned and
told them how fascinating the subject was.  Honestly, I didn't have a clue
what they were talking about.

   And then Chester announced, "We are going to hit the library right after
school.  You'll be able to come, won't you, Boxie?"

   "Um -- I, ah," my eyes went wide as I hadn't planned on any
extracurricular activity.  "I'm not sure.  I think I had other plans --"

   Thankfully, the bell rang, sparing me from having to think up some
excuse.  I did not want to waste my time hanging out with these guys at the
library!  Quickly, I grabbed my books and pushed the chair back.  I headed
out the door without a backward glance.  Let them sort out the details.

   I spent the rest of the day and the next, avoiding Timothy and the other
two guys.  They might actually ask me to do some research or something.  I
really didn't want to have anything to do with this stupid project.  At the
same time, I did need to pull up my grade in this class.  I wondered if I
would push them too far by ignoring them the whole week.  Surely they
wouldn't say anything if I batted my pretty grey eyes at them.

   But Timothy cornered me in class on Thursday.

   "Look, Boxie --" he said, appearing flustered and annoyed at once.  "We
have been working really hard on this project the past few days.  You
haven't done a single thing.  Chester and AJ are starting to get upset --"

   I held my hands behind my back and looked down at the floor.  "I know.
I'm sorry.  Listen, I told you I am just not good at biology!"

   The other two boys were on either side of Timothy.  They frowned at me
and looked very serious.  Jeez, these guys needed to lighten up!

   "Mr.  Johnson said we can use the classroom after school today," AJ
informed me.  "He will even let us borrow some lab equipment so we can
finish the project."

   Chester continued, saying, "This is the last chance for you to help us.
If you are not there this afternoon, we are going to tell Mr.  Johnson that
you had nothing to do with this assignment."

   "No, don't do that!" I squeaked and clutched my hands in front of my
chest.  "All right -- I'll be there!"

   Actually, I had been hoping to go to the mall with my friend Patty
straight after school.  I had even worn a cute new denim skirt I had
bought, and a white sleeveless top.  But now I would have to cancel my
plans.  I couldn't afford to mess up my grade for this science class; I
would be in too much trouble.  So during the lunch period, I found Patty
and told her that we would have to go shopping some other time.

   The remainder of the day, I was miserable.  I wasn't looking forward to
staying another two or three hours at school.  Especially working on some
pointless science project.  But I felt I didn't have a choice.  After the
last period, I threw my books in the locker and headed up to the classroom.
I didn't think to bring anything with me.  I figured the boys would have
whatever books and items they needed.

   I kind of sauntered lazily into the room.  It was rather odd being in
the school with no other students around.  Well, I suppose there were other
after school activities going on, like sports and stuff.  But those
students would be in the gym or outside.  Maybe the band had after school
rehearsal.  But up on this floor, it felt like we were the only four people
in the building.

   The boys had slid desks together to form a long workstation.  Various
instruments were out, like microscopes, beaker and cylinders, as well as
open books and notebook paper.  They were all standing behind the combined
desks when I arrived.

   Timothy looked up and said, "Oh, hi, Boxie."

   I gave him a weak smile, and moved closer to the desks.  Looking again
across the surface, at the assorted odds and ends they had scattered about,
it dawned on me that I really had no idea what this science project
involved.

   "I hope we weren't too harsh on you," Chester said almost
apologetically.

   "It's not like we wanted to tell on you," AJ in his sweater vest added.

   Folding my arms, and shifting my weight to my other foot, I finally
admitted, "No, it's all right.  You guys were right.  If I'm part of the
group, I should help out at least a little."

   "The thing is," Chester smiled and I caught the glint of his silver
braces, "I understand why you were reluctant to stay with us after school."

   I pulled my long black hair over my shoulder and asked, "You do?"

   The blonde teenager looked to his side, and then explained.  "Timothy
told us how you have been struggling in class.  And that normally, when you
do your school work at home, you do it in the nude --"

   "Timothy!" I clenched my fists and stamped my foot.  "That was supposed
to be our secret!  You said you wouldn't tell --"

   Shaking his head, the boy raised his hands defensively.  "I was trying
to stick up for you.  I figured that was the reason you had ditched us this
week.  Not because you are not a nice person, but because you were too shy
to do -- what you normally do --"

   Outraged, I opened my mouth but found no words to speak.  The problem
was, I didn't normally have that habit of doing my homework naked.  It was
all just a lie.  But how could I admit that now, in front of these three
guys?  They must know that I had studied with Timothy like that.  If I told
them it was all a set up, how would that make me look?  But if I didn't
come clean, what -- what were they expecting me to do?

   AJ also nodded understandingly.  "Timothy explained everything.  It
helps you relax, helps you concentrate better."

   I actually felt my self heating up, remembering my study session from
earlier in the week.  Standing here in front of these three young men,
their eyes fixed on my developing figure, caused a sweet sensation starting
in my tummy.  The denim skirt I was wearing was very short.  It only came
down to the tops of my thighs, showing a lot of leg.  If I raised my arms
at all, my top would ride up enough to expose my bellybutton.  Of course, I
had been planning on a trip to the mall this afternoon, not working on a
school project.



   Boxie Carter: The Science Project (Part 4)

   "It's only the four of us," Chester reached across the desk to pick up a
beaker.  "You can go ahead and take off your clothes."

   "I -- I don't know if that's a good idea," I said blushing.  "I mean --
we are still in school!"

   AJ tapped his chin thoughtfully.  "But if you were home right now, up in
your room, working on some school assignment, what would you be wearing?"

   I gasped and looked at Timothy.  Behind his glasses, I could see his
eyes were wide.  My heart beating faster, I realized that I had to continue
the ridiculous story I had invented.

   "I would be completely -- naked," I answered softly.

   "Because it helps you relax, helps you to concentrate," Chester reminded
me.

   My fingers fidgeted with the hem of my shirt.  "Yes -- that's right."

   "I'm sorry, Boxie, but this project is very important to us," Timothy
said while looking away from me.  "We need you to give us your full effort,
and not be distracted."

   Oh God, this was so unreal.  I looked over at the door to the classroom,
a little unsure.  They actually wanted me to strip naked, right now, in
front of them?  The thought did send a shiver through my body.

   "What -- what if someone comes in?" I asked.

   Chester was quick to reassure me, "Our teacher trusts us to be alone in
the classroom, because we are his best students.  Other than us, the
custodians won't be here until much later, after we are finished."

   I pulled my lip through my thumb and forefinger, considering.  "Can I
shut the door?"

   "If that makes you more comfortable, of course." AJ replied and then
went back to consulting his notes.

   I paused, watching the boys go about their business.  Then I did a half
turn, and headed over to the door.  Suddenly, I was very conscious of my
clear plastic heels clicking on the tiles.  When I reached the doorway, I
stuck my head out into the corridor.  It certainly did seem deserted up
here.  Nevertheless, I placed one hand on the knob and the other on the
back of the door.  Quietly pushing it shut.  I couldn't believe I was doing
this!

   Scampering back to the front of the classroom, I had my hands on my
hips, and then popped open the button fly on my denim skirt.  Without
wasting another moment, I let it fall to the floor.  The soft rustle of
material, however, caught the attention of the boys.  Each one of them,
Timothy, Chester, and AJ, looked up from what they were doing.

   Oh God, they were watching me!

   At first, I kind of kept my hands intertwined in front of my panties.  I
bashfully stepped out of my skirt and then placed my arms at my sides. 
They could see my little white panties with pink frills and flower designs.
I was so embarrassed!  But now I couldn't stop -- I grabbed the bottom of
my shirt and lifted it up, showing them by bare stomach.  I pulled my top
higher and then completely over my head, only to drop it on the floor near
the skirt.

   Standing there in just my underwear and heels, I kind of covered up with
my arms and bent one knee forward.

   "Maybe --" I said, voice trembling slightly, "maybe that's as far as I
should go."

   The boys looked at each other, wondering what I would do next.  In fact,
it appeared that both AJ and Chester regarded Timothy in the middle
skeptically.

   "From what we were told," Chester turned to face me, "You weren't
wearing a stitch.  We really need you to be absolutely -- focused."

   I rubbed my bare stomach, and then absently snapped the elastic band of
my panties.  "Um -- would it be all right if I take off the rest behind the
teacher's desk?"

   The boys nodded, and in my flimsy matching underwear, I jiggled and
bounced over to Mr.  Johnson's desk.  Immediately, I sat down in his chair
and thought how wild this was!  If only he knew what I was doing, I would
get an "A" for sure.  The first thing I did was reach down so I could undo
the straps on my heels.  Once I had these off, I picked up my shoes to
place them on the desk.  Timothy, AJ, and Chester saw this and knew I was
now barefoot.

   I noticed that like most teacher desks, the front of this one had a
modesty panel.  Making use of the coverage this provided, I hooked my
thumbs into the sides of my panties and started to lower them.  I had to
lift my butt so I could pull down my underwear further.  Taking a deep
breath, I let the material slide down my legs to dangle off my toes.  I
snatched them up and waved them at the boys to show I had removed my
panties.  Then I tossed them on the floor near my skirt and top.

   Oh my God, I was sitting completely bottomless in Mr.  Johnson's chair!
I couldn't help it, but I slowly spread my legs wide open beneath his desk,
to savor the sensation.  But before I could so anything more inappropriate,
I scooted off the seat to a crouching position.  My whole body was
tingling! Only my head peeked above the surface and I saw the boys watching
me with great interest.

   Keeping my eyes locked in their direction, I reached my hands behind my
back so that I could unclasp my bra.  This was the last item, the only
piece of clothing I had on, until I started sliding the straps off my
shoulders.  Beneath the desk and out of view, I was able to remove it from
my chest, allowing my big boobies to come bouncing free.  Feeling so
exposed, I let out a gasp, and then threw the bra over by my other clothes.

   "OK, I'm naked now --" I announced rather unnecessarily.

   Timothy shuffled some papers and said, "Well hurry up, Boxie, we need to
get going."

   I bounced nervously on the toes of my feet, bringing my hands to grip
the top of Mr.  Johnson's desk.  Slowly, I pulled myself up, but at the
last second raised and arm to hide my bare breasts.  I also reached for the
shoes I had placed on the desk, and brought them to my body, hiding my
crotch.

   In this position, I stepped out from behind the desk totally naked. 
Keeping my legs together as best I could, I moved over to the boys.  I
think I actually felt my butt cheeks clenching in excitement.

   "All right --" I said shyly.  "I'm ready."

   While the boys manipulated various objects on the pushed-together desks,
Chester looked at me and said, "Your shoes or going to get in the way, if
we need you to grab something."

   I lowered my eyes, blushing.  One hand hugged my other arm, drumming
fingers on my bare skin.  My other hand clutched the back of my heels,
holding them in front of my pussy.  Of course, he was right, I couldn't
spend the whole afternoon with my shoes grasped between my fingers.  One by
one, I let go of them, listening to them clatter to the floor.  I curled my
empty fingers, keeping my wrist over my pubic mound.

   "Is that better?" I asked breathlessly.

   AJ motioned with his arm, "Will you come around over here and look at
this --"

   It's funny, it was almost as if now that I was completely nude, they
treated me like one of their peers.  They must really believe being
undressed made me a better student.  Cradling my boobies in one arm, other
palm still covering down there, I walked across the room so I could join
the boys behind the work desks.

   I pushed myself all the way up close, between Chester and AJ.  It was so
strange feeling their shirts brush against my bare arms and shoulders.  I
leaned down a little and arched up on my toes, sticking my ass in the air.
I hoped they didn't notice how aroused I was getting!

   "See this diagram?" Timothy was pointing to a picture in the book.  "We
were reviewing this at your house the other day.  Our project involves
trying to replicate patterns of the DNA structure --"

   I nodded my head, listening to them taking turns explaining the lab
project.  Frankly, most of it was beyond my comprehension.  But as they
continued to work, and involved me in their discussion, I started to loosen
up a bit.  Slowly I grew less conscious of keeping my body covered.  I
would sometimes tease the ends of my hair, forgetting that I was letting my
tits hang out.  Quite a few times, I had to turn around to look something
up in a book, and allowed them a perfect view of my bare bottom.  By the
time an hour had passed, I was walking around the classroom, hardly
covering up at all!

   When they invited me to look through the electronic microscope, I
stepped up to the desk, and placed both hands palm down on the surface.  I
had to stand on the tips of my toes and squinted one eye as I looked
through the lens.  The magnified objects of study were really remarkable.

   Chester moved next to me, and suddenly I felt his hand on my lower back!
His touch caused my whole body to stiffen.  There had been no inclination
from any of these boys that they would try something.  While my immediate
thought was to turn around and slap him, I also realized that I liked his
fingers pressed just above my ass crack.  I also realized that if I did
turn around and his hand remained in the same position, it would be resting
on my very sensitive area just beneath my bellybutton.  Maybe I would like
that, too.

   His other hand then reached up to touch my hair softly, even running
through my long black tresses.  Involuntarily, I arched my back and threw
my head back as well.  And then the boy plucked out a strand!

   "Ouch!" I yelped, and this time I did spin around.

   "Sorry, Boxie," AJ said, taking the piece of hair from Chester.  "But we
needed a new DNA sample to complete the project.  You are the only one with
hair long enough for us to use."

   Feeling embarrassed, I hugged an arm over my chest and lowered my other
hand in front of my crotch.  "Is that so?"

   Leaning against the desk, I watched the boys take the strand and fix it
onto one of the glass slides they prepared for the microscope.  It appeared
that its length might have been giving them some trouble.  Timothy frowned
and looked over at me.

   "We need another comparative sample," he said.  "Would you be able to
give us another piece of hair, Boxie?"

   "No, it's not all right!" I said at once.  "You guys are going to give
me split-ends --"

   Suddenly I thought of a wicked idea.  It was wild and crazy, and the
more I thought about it, the more I had to try it.  I glanced across the
long surface of the desks pushed together and saw where the boys had laid
out some other experimental instruments.  Fully naked, I stepped slowly
around the teenagers and walked around the other side.

   "What's this?" I asked innocently, fingering a bladed utensil.

   "Be careful!" Chester admonished.  "That's a forensic scalpel.  It's as
sharp as a --"

   "As a razor?" I smiled, my grey eyes dancing playfully.

   Chester looked at AJ and Timothy, and then back at me.  "Why, yes, I
suppose so.  That's why you shouldn't play around with it."

   The scalpel in hand, I took another step toward the classroom door. 
"How important is it that you get another DNA sample -- some more of my
hair?"

   This time AJ answered, "It is the final part of the project, and we need
to illustrate our hypothesis with a control sample and a variable."

   "OK, like, I don't know what you just said," I giggled, "but I have an
idea how to contribute to the project.  Timothy, grab one of those glass
dishes and follow me --"

   Before any of the boys could object, I hurried to open the door, and
walked out of the classroom.  Completely naked!  My heart was pounding, and
I felt so excited.  I had never been naked like this in school before! 
Well, OK, I was nude in the gym once.  But standing out here just in the
hallway, where hundreds of students walked by every day -- this was so
amazing!

   "Boxie, what are you doing?" Timothy was quickly at my side, though
clearly very nervous.

   I looked him over from head to toe, pleased to see that my nudity still
got a reaction out of him.  "I want you to walk with me to the girls
bathroom.  You know, keep an eye out.  I don't want to do this alone."

   The cool tiles beneath my bare feet made me giddy.  I spun around and
dropped my arms to my sides, letting my pink nipples stick straight out. 
Take a few cautious steps down the hall, I saw that it was safe, and jogged
forward past empty classrooms.  Turning my head to look over my shoulder, I
noticed Timothy was still standing in the same spot, one hand in his
pocket.

   "Quit staring at my butt!" I giggled, feeling deliciously sexy.

   "S-sorry -- sorry," the boy stammered.



   Boxie Carter: The Science Project (Part 5)

   As he shuffled ahead to keep up with me, I glanced along the walls of
the corridor.  Finally, I found the door to the girls bathroom.  I had used
this one tons of times before, but for some reason, it felt like it took
forever to get here in my bare birthday suit.  Timothy was right behind me
as I started to push the door open.

   "Ah, ah --" I chided him, "Ladies only!"

   I turned around to face him, both hands clasped over my pussy.  I stood
up on my toes and leaned my bottom into the door, pushing it further open
so I could walk backward into the restroom.  Telling Timothy to wait for
me, I grabbed the glass dish from him and watched the door slowly close
again in front of me.

   I was now by myself and naked.  But stepping up to the wall mirror and
seeing my reflection, made me blush to realize I was running around like
this.  Oh God, these guys must have seen everything!  Well, too late now, I
guess there was no harm in them seeing a little bit more.

   The first thing I did was put the laboratory scalpel and the dish on the
ledge by the sinks.  I hoped this would work.  Turning on the faucets, I
ran my hands beneath the water until it was nice and hot.  Then I took some
of the liquid soap and worked up a good lather.  Like a lotion, I rubbed
the soap just under my tummy, lower, and lower until my patch of pubic hair
was covered in suds.  Carefully, I pressed the blade of the scalpel against
my body, using my other hand to pull out a curly black hair.

   I sliced it off easily and dropped it into the dish.  It was a small
sample to be sure, but probably perfect for looking at beneath the
microscope.  But I didn't stop there.  With one hand I pressed my tummy
flat, and scraped up again with the scalpel.  Wiping the blade against the
side, more of my wet hairs dropped into the dish.

   This wouldn't take long, I figured.  My pubic hair grew in like an
upside down triangle -- starting out as a narrow strip just above my labia,
and then widening.  I was able to collect a decent sample from trimming the
broader patch.  But even after I had enough little hairs to take back to
the boys, I continued to pull and gently scrape away.

   Now I ran the blade beneath the hot water, and went to work on what was
left of my stubble.  I found that I was able to cut smoothly right down to
the skin.  This really was like a razor!  My butt cheeks clenched as I
delicately pressed my fingers around my sensitive pink folds.  I was
concentrating so hard on being safe and thorough, that before I knew it, I
had shaved myself bald.

   With a gasp, I ran a hand over my soapy crotch.  But there was not a
stray hair to be found!  I rinsed off the scalpel once more, and then
grabbed some wet paper towels to pat down my lower body and between my
legs.

   Nothing!  I was completely bare!  Looking down, I saw my juicy pussy
lips poking out, nothing concealing them at all.  The skin where I had
taken off all my pubic hair was still sensitive, and my silky lips were
even more responsive to touch.

   "Ooooh!" I moaned, as I stroked and coaxed my clitoris into view.

   Now I felt really naked!  All right, well, I didn't want to start
playing with myself right now with Timothy waiting just outside, so I
quickly grabbed the dish and the scalpel.  Placing one hand over my new
bald pussy, I tiptoed over to the door.

   "Timothy -- are you still out there?" I called out.  "If it's still
safe, I need you to push open the door."

   In a moment, the heavy door to the girls bathroom came opening toward me
and I took a few steps back.  My heart was beating so fast!  Timothy and I
locked eyes, and then I lowered mine blushing as I brushed past him.  Out
in the hallway again, I gave him the container of my hair samples and the
bladed instrument.

   The boy regarded these with amaze and said, "Boxie -- these hairs are
the perfect size!  How did you cut the ends of your hair so finely with
just the scalpel?"

   "Um, they're not from the hair on my head," I explained shyly, rubbing a
bare foot behind my leg.

   He blinked, obviously confused.  So I looked past him, and then glanced
over my shoulder.  We were absolutely alone, just the two of us.  Very
slowly, first my clenched fingers uncurling, and then I moved my wrists
apart.  I looked up at the ceiling and dropped my hands to my sides. 
Showing him my completely shaved pussy.

   "Oh, wow --" I heard Timothy gasp.

   Realizing that he was not only seeing my outer lips, but my pink labia
protruding as well, and my cute clitoral hood if he looked close enough.  I
folded my hands back over my crotch.

   "We had better get back to the room," I suggested.

   And the two of us hurriedly made our way down the corridor.  Timothy
shuffling along as best he could, not wanting to spill the precious
contents of the laboratory dish, my pubic hair.  My feet slapped over the
tiles, running along stark naked.

   When we returned to the classroom, I found myself more embarrassed than
before.  I quietly crept in, keeping both hands cupped over my smooth
crotch.  Timothy moved ahead of me, bringing the items back to the
laboratory station.  He showed the other boys the sample.

   "Yes, this will do nicely," AJ remarked, twirling a curly black hair
between his thumb and forefinger.  "The perfect size for the microscope,
too.  Where did you get this from?"

   "Boxie shaved off all her pubic hair!" Timothy blurted out.

   "Oh my God!" I squealed.  "I can't believe you said that!"

   The boys looked over at me.  I stood with knees locked together and
hands clasped tightly in front of my pussy.  Chester took the dish, and
slowly swirled a finger through my shavings.

   "This is all of it, then?" he asked.

   "No -- that was just what I thought would be enough for the science
project," I was forced to admit.  "The rest, I decided to take off -- and
washed down the sink."

   Chester looked over at his friend Timothy, and then back at me.  "So you
are totally bare right now?"

   I couldn't find the words to answer.  With wide eyes, I just nodded my
chin.  God, my nipples were so hard, rubbing against my arms.

   "Well, while you were busy grooming yourself," AJ said with finality,
"The two of us completed the last of the analysis reports.  These hair
samples on the slides will make a nice DNA exhibit for our presentation."

   "Does that mean I can get dressed?" I asked.

   Timothy quickly stepped to my side.  "You really did help us out, Boxie.
I know it must have been embarrassing to be naked in front of us."

   "I'm still naked," I said, blushing.

   "Oh -- right!" the boy suddenly got my meaning, and moved out of the
way.

   My round bottom wiggling, I walked forward to the front of the classroom
so I could pick up my clothes.  Passing my discarded shoes on the way, I
had to bend down modestly to retrieve them.  I slipped a foot into each
heel, and then quickly buckled the straps.

   Now that was completely nude except for my shoes, I felt really sexy. 
With my back still facing the boys, I straightened to my full height.  I
even stretched my arms like an exaggerated yawn, and then ran my hands
through my hair.  Looking down at my body, I saw my pussy lips eagerly
unfolded.  Well, enough of that -- I snatched up my panties and pulled them
up my legs.  Breathing heavy from all the excitement, I put on my top first
and then my skirt.  I forgot about my bra, leaving my erect nipples to poke
out the front of my shirt.

   Later that afternoon, when my friend Patty swung around the school to
pick me up, she asked if I was happy to see her.  I sure was!  But I didn't
tell her about how I took off my clothes, or about my secret shaving.

   * * * * *

   The next day in science class, our group was the first called up to give
our presentation.  I had worn a nice grey skirt that came down below my
knee, and had a pretty white blouse decorated with leaf patterns.  My hair
was tied back in a ponytail, because I thought that would make me look
smarter.  If I owned reading glasses, I would have put them on to try and
fit in with Timothy, AJ, and Chester.  The only thing out of place was that
I had gone to school without wearing any panties.

   That morning, I had found myself wondering how long it would take for my
pubic hair to grow back.  I had never done something like this before.  As
it was, there wasn't even any stubble on my delicate mound.  It was still
sensitive to my touch, so I couldn't bring myself to put on underwear. 
Besides, who would know?

   The four of us stood up in front of the room, with a wide table set
before us.  There was a projector hooked up to the electronic microscope,
and the projector screen behind us.  Now that I stared out into the sea of
our classmates' faces, I felt kind of nervous.  I fidgeted with the cuffs
of my shirt while Timothy started the presentation.

   The teacher, Mr.  Johnson, had himself a seat at the back of the room.
From this vantage point, he would observe our project.  I stepped to the
side, allowing Chester to move forward, so he could explain the next part
of our science experiment.  It was then that I lowered my eyes and noticed
how the cardboard posters and diagrams had been strategically placed
standing up on the table.  A line of them stretched across one side,
creating a visual display for our presentation.  I realized that by
positioning myself directly behind them, I was only seen by the class, from
the waist up.

   Nervously, I fidgeted with the tie string on my hip that fastened my
skirt.  I don't think I was even consciously aware what my fingers were
doing.  To my left, I could hear the boys reciting the key points of the
report flawlessly, as if they knew this stuff in their sleep.  AJ made a
reference to the slides and the kind of DNA structure found on hair
follicles.

   Casually I twisted my head to look behind me, and saw a magnified image
of a black strand up on the projector screen.  At that moment, it dawned on
me that the students in my class were looking at my pubic hair!  My teacher
was taking notes and would be grading us on my pubic hair!

   Heart pounding, I licked my lips, and at the same time loosened the
string at my hip.  There was a soft rustle of material as the skirt floated
to the floor.  I let out a small gasp, but I don't think anybody noticed.
But behind the table and screen of posters, I was standing in front of my
class -- bottomless!  Oooh, I could feel my bare round bottom just sticking
out there!

   "Boxie?" I heard AJ call my name.  "Boxie, it's your turn --"

   I swung my head around to face the boys.  Chester was closest to me, and
noticed that I had dropped my skirt.  Both our eyes were wide as we looked
at each other, and he checked out the length of my nude leg and maybe
caught a glimpse of my pussy.  But he didn't move to touch the skirt, or
give away my state of undress.  Then I remembered that this was the part of
the presentation I was supposed to explain.

   Reaching down, I found the index cards that had the information I was
supposed to read.  Hands trembling, I picked them up off the table. 
Clutched in my fingers, I could not even cover my exposed pussy.  Oh God,
it was just out there, puckered in front of my whole class -- but no one
could see!

   Flustered and excited, I somehow managed to recite the information on
the card, which the boys had written for me.  As we had practiced, I lifted
my arm at one point and gestured at the projector screen like a game show
hostess.  This motion caused my shirt to rise, the ends tickling my tummy.
To my surprise, my clit popped out of its hood!  I was so glad to have that
display shield to hide my nudity, or everyone would see how turned on I
was. Pulling my ponytail over my shoulder, when I finished speaking, I
think I may have had a small orgasm.  My whole body shuddered -- I hoped
people just figured I was nervous.

   Timothy rounded out the presentation, explaining the group's findings
and the conclusions drawn.  During the polite applause from our classmates,
Chester ducked down to grab my skirt and pulled it back up.  Quick thinking
by the boy, because I was still in a daze and might very well have walked
back to my seat showing my bare ass and bald pussy!  With Timothy's friend
holding me steady, I was able to tie the string tight and make myself
decent again.

   Afterward, the boys gathered around to thank me.

   AJ regarded me with admiration.  "That was really sweet of you to at
least get half-naked for the actual report."

   "Yeah," Timothy added watching me blush.  "I was going to ask Mr,
Johnson permission to allow you to sit this out or stand on the side -- you
know, because of your -- condition."

   Oh God, I'm glad he didn't say anything!

   "It doesn't matter," Chester said.  "With Boxie's help, I know we got a
perfect score."

   I just hoped I wouldn't have any more after-school assignments for a
while!

   THE END