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 ï>¿GWHS by Zoe

   I -(TM)m in high school in a suburb of Chicago.  My English class is
fourth hour, which is lunchtime.  Our class is split--we have 25 minutes of
class, then lunch, then 25 minutes more class.  I sit in the very back row.
I -(TM)m next to the window, and there is one other nerdy girl, Melissa,
three seats over, so there -(TM)s no one next to me at all.  At lunch, I
was sitting with my friends and this guy Paul came up to us.  He is cool,
and kind of hot, but not really popular, he -(TM)s a little too dorky.  He
-(TM)s confident enough to talk to us, but not confident enough to ask
anyone out.  Anyway, he came up beside my friend Chloe and showed her a
picture on his iphone.   -œYou -(TM)re such a perv! - she said.  That of
course made the rest of us curious.  I didn -(TM)t want to say let me see!
but fortunately Mary sitting right next to me was more outgoing, and that
-(TM)s just what she said, so Paul came over between us, so I could see
too. It was a picture of a woman walking stark naked through a crowded
park.  -œIsn -(TM)t that crazy? - he asked Mary.  I was amazed by the
picture.  She was completely naked, with dozens of people staring at her!
And she was smiling and having fun!

    -œYeah that -(TM)s really interesting, - Mary said.   -œI guess we
know what you -(TM)ll be doing tonight. - She had an admirable way of not
giving him the response he wanted, and insulting him at the same time.

   I tried to see the website the picture had come from, but he had the
picture blown up.  When we got back to class I scooted my desk up as close
behind Jared, who sits in front of me, as I could, so if I put my phone
right on the edge of my desk Ms.  McEwan couldn -(TM)t see it.  I wasn
-(TM)t sure what to search for, I typed  -œnaked in park - into google. 
Some dailymotion videos came up.  That wasn -(TM)t what I wanted.  I tried
-œnude in park. - Not much better.  Then it dawned on me to search google
images, and there were all these girls naked in public parks!  My stomach
was tingling as I scrolled through them, and the next thing I knew everyone
was shoving their books into their bags.  I hadn -(TM)t heard a word the
teacher had said for 25 minutes.  My head was bent over my phone, my
forearms on the edge of the desk, one finger lightly stroking my nipple
through my blouse and bra!  I just managed to cover the phone with my palm
before Jared stood and looked down at me behind him.   -œComing? - I
smiled despite myself.   -œYeah yeah don -(TM)t worry about it, - I said.

   He moved off, and soon the nearest student was several seats away.  I
lifted my hand to look one more time at the naked girl in the park, and
even pinched my nipple through my shirt, while the whole class was
shuffling out the door.   -œAre you coming? - Ms.  McEwan asked me.  
-œYes, ma -(TM)am, I -(TM)ll be right there. -  -œI have to go to the
office, turn off the lights and close the door behind you, okay? - 
-œSure. -

   And then I had the room to myself.  I could hear the mob of students
yelling and slamming locker doors and heading to their next class.  My next
class was French, up two flights, and I would surely be late already, but
it wouldn -(TM)t matter.  M.  Phillips, the really dorky teacher, loved me.
He would be too flustered to give me a hard time.  I just wanted to look at
the pictures a few more minutes.  The door was still opened, and kids still
rushing by just outside, but I unbuttoned the top button of my blouse and
slid my hand under my bra.  Here I was touching my nipple in the middle of
school!  I was really turned on.

   I had seen enough girls in parks and had a sudden thought, and typed in
-œnaked in school. - The first picture was amazing, an almost-naked girl
standing next to lockers in a school hallway!  I couldn -(TM)t believe
these pictures.  Unfortunately it was the only one.  There was that one
picture of Vanessa Hudgens in her bedroom, but the rest were just random
pictures.  I stood up and stared at the door.  The sound in the hallway had
died down now, just a few stragglers.  I knew the bell would ring shortly.
I kicked off my shoes and felt the cold tile on my bare feet.  That
sensation was so striking to me.  In all my time at this school, I had
obviously never been barefoot.  I bet it is very rare.  It -(TM)s not a big
deal, why not?  but I had never seen it.  Just being barefoot felt really
daring, and the tingling in my stomach was growing.

   Still staring at the door, I pulled my blouse out of the waist of my
wrap-around skirt and looked down at myself, my bare knees, bare feet.  The
bell rang, and the hallway was quiet.  I thought a moment.  I didn -(TM)t
actually know when Ms.  McEwan would be back, but surely it wouldn -(TM)t
be for a few minutes yet.  A whistle sounded outside and I realized in all
this time I had not given one thought to the sports field just outside the
window!  Boys in their idiotic white shirts and shorts were playing
baseball about 50 yards away.  It was bright outside, I was sure they
wouldn -(TM)t notice me, but I reached over and lowered the blinds.  Of
course, like all school Venetian blinds, these were bent and had holes and
one side didn -(TM)t go all the way down, but it was fine.

   I tiptoed up to the front of the room.  There was no reason to tiptoe
but it felt necessary.  I went to the door and peeked out into the hall. 
Nobody in either direction.  I stepped out and listened.  Mr.  Barnes
muffled voice came from next door telling his students about Grendel. 
Other than that, silence.  This hallway was in the half-basement. 
Classrooms were only on one side.  On that side we were at ground level,
even with the field, but on the opposite side the windows were high up,
five feet off the ground, and looked out into an empty courtyard/arboretum.
I looked the long way down the hall past Mr.  Barnes -(TM)s classroom.  In
the other direction was only one more classroom, then a door and stairs up
to the front hallway.  My skin was on fire, feeling for any sound of
approaching footsteps.  My hands slid over my hips to the buttons of my
blouse, and one by one, from the bottom up, I unbuttoned them, until there
was only one left closed, between my breasts.  I paused there, then reached
up under my skirt and pulled my panties down to my knees.  I stood there,
with my panties stretched between my knees below my skirt, and imagined M.
Phillips coming around the corner.  He would have a heart attack!

   I shifted my legs together and my panties fell to the floor.  My
panties. Were on the floor of the hallway in the middle of school.  I
kicked them back into Ms.  McEwan -(TM)s room.  I realized with some
annoyance that I could not take my bra off in an unawkward way.  I stepped
into the alcove of Ms.  McEwan -(TM)s doorway--each door has one so it
doesn -(TM)t open into the middle of the hallway--unhooked my bra, and
pulled it through the armholes of my blouse and dropped it on top of my
panties.

   I stepped back into the hallway and listened.  Still nothing.  Even Mr.
Barnes -(TM)s class was now quiet, maybe they were doing an exercise.  I
felt myself sweating profusely, and my stomach was tingling unbearably.  My
own ragged breathing echoed in the silent hall.  I undid the last button
between my breasts.  Looking up and down the hallway one more time, I
shrugged the blouse off my shoulders to my elbows, and my breasts were now
fully exposed.  I swear my nipples ached they were so full and puffy.  I
grabbed each breast with one hand and squeezed them outward toward the
hallway.  I felt like fainting.  I pulled the blouse back over my shoulders
and tiptoed up the hall toward the stairway.  The last classroom was a
weird one, one of those mystery classes with mystery students you never saw
anywhere else and you always wondered what was up with them.  I peeked
quickly into their room.  The old lady teacher was seated at her desk and
didn -(TM)t see me.

   I stepped back into the middle of the hall.  Reaching to my right hip I
untied the string and let the skirt fall to the ground, in the same motion
shrugging off my blouse so it fell to the ground too, and I was completely,
stark naked in the hallway between two classrooms during school.  I looked
down at my breasts, my stomach, my bare pussy, the lockers, the tiles on
the floor, the banner announcing a pep rally this Friday.  I grabbed my
clothes and ran back to Ms.  McEwan -(TM)s class.

   I threw the skirt and blouse on top of my panties and bra and pulled the
door shut and turned off the lights.  My mind was reeling.  I couldn -(TM)t
believe what I had just done.  Then I realized with awe that I was still
stark naked!  I turned the lock on the doorknob.  I stood at the front of
the class and looked out at the desks, imagining them filled with students
looking at my naked body.  I had never been so turned on in my life.  I sat
down on the floor, the cool tiles felt so good against my bare ass. 
Leaning against the now locked door I looked at my naked body sprawled out
on the classroom floor, the fluorescent lights, the chalkboard.  I reached
between my legs.  My pussy was literally dripping onto the floor, and
rubbing my clitoris with my slippery fingers I had a massive orgasm.

   I lay still a moment, cupping my pussy with one hand and pulling on one
nipple with the other, then I snapped out of it.  I knew Ms.  McEwan would
be here in about 20 seconds.  I jumped up and threw on my blouse and skirt.
Both were scarily difficult to put on quickly.  I retied the skirt, then
quickly buttoned the blouse and tucked it in.  I grabbed my underwear and
hurried back to my desk to grab my things and put on my shoes.  I looked
around to see if I had forgotten anything.  I opened the blinds again, then
realized that might look weird outside, that I had them closed for five
minutes.  I wiped up the small puddle of my pussy juice on the floor in
front of the door with my panties.

   I glanced at the clock.  The whole adventure had only taken ten minutes.
Closing the door behind me, making sure it was unlocked, I headed for the
stairs.  I stuffed my panties and bra into the trashcan at the end of the
lockers, and I have not worn panties or a bra to school since then.



   Needless to say, I thought about nothing else for the rest of the day.
In French class, as expected, M.  Phillips was not mad when I came in ten
minutes late, no panties or bra, pussy juice drying on my thighs.  Everyone
in class stared at me, which made my nipples instantly grow hard.  I was
sure they couldn -(TM)t know I was not wearing underwear, but then with my
nipples popping out I knew they could see that, and in my state that made
me all the more excited.  Before an hour ago I would have been mortified if
my nipples had stuck through my blouse, now, knowing I was covered, I was
amazed to see myself inviting their stares!  I slunk to my seat and tried
to pay attention.

   Sixth hour is history with Mr.  Andrews.  He has us in alphabetical
order, so I can -(TM)t sit in my favorite spot in the back of the room.  My
seat is three down on the left-hand side, behind a stoner named Matt and in
front of a cute but shy girl named Cait.  There was nothing I could do in
those confined quarters but pay attention and learn something.  Ew.

   Seventh hour I have study hall.  It -(TM)s a weird combo class, where
half the time it -(TM)s monitored by Mrs.  Brantley, who couldn -(TM)t care
less.  But then she has some other duties somewhere, so half the time it
-(TM)s monitored by the vice principal Mr.  Galveston.  Guess who we had
today.  So once more I had to sit in my seat quietly.  Mr.  Galveston is
such a hard-ass that no one even tries to misbehave, and everyone just sits
there quietly, afraid to even take out their phones for fear they will be
confiscated.  Trying to read my book, but really just staring at the pages,
I looked around one time, and making sure no one was looking, slipped my
finger quickly between the buttons of my blouse and flicked my nipple.  It
was still stiff.  That was as much as I dared to do but I thought about
nothing else for the rest of the day.

   I got a ride home with Chloe.  (And yes, I know it -(TM)s weird we
-(TM)re friends.  There are two Zoes and three Chloes in my school, but we
are the only two cool ones.) She asked if I wanted to hang out but I
mumbled I had to do homework (which sounded really strange to her!) jumped
out of her car and ran up the stairs to the front door.  I am an only child
and both my parents work so you know what that means.  I was naked before I
got into my bedroom.

   I couldn -(TM)t believe what I had done, but I had to do it again.  My
mind was reeling with it.  I kept bringing myself to orgasm time after time
until I finally heard the garage door opener.  Getting ready in the morning
I knew I would go without underwear, and upon making that decision I knew
with certainty I never would again.

   The school day itself was normal.  I sit in the back row in one other
class, my second-hour physics class with Mr.  Brzezinski, and he had us
doing worksheets, and I was able to slip my hand all the way into my blouse
and cup my breast.  I made myself count to 30 before letting go.  I couldn
-(TM)t make myself stay late again in Ms.  McEwan -(TM)s class, it was too
soon.  Seventh hour was Mr.  Galveston again.  For some reason I couldn
-(TM)t get the feeling of the cool tiles against my feet out of my head.  I
began to fantasize about what it would be like to spend the entire day
barefoot.  Everyone would look at me strangely, make comments behind my
back.  It would be so dirty, so humiliating, without really being vulgar at
all.  Imagining standing in the front of class, barefoot, naked all the way
from the soles of my feet to my bare pussy under my skirt, so vulnerable,
so embarrassed as Mr.  Galveston yelled at me for not having shoes.  He
would be relentless, and the whole class would laugh at me and whisper
about me.  I had to do it.  As the study hall poured over their homework, I
quietly slipped off my shoes and felt the soothing cool tiles against my
feet, and decided tomorrow I was going to come to school barefoot.

   The next morning I decided I couldn -(TM)t actually go to school
barefoot.  I could have, but part of what turned me on was the cool, clean,
shiny tile floor.  If I had to walk from the parking lot barefoot, my feet
would be black with soot the whole day.  (It only occurred to me later in
the afternoon that I could just wash my feet in the bathroom when I get to
school.) But anyway, I donned these thin flip-flops I have and waited for
Chloe to pick me up.  I got to my locker about five minutes before the
first bell.  The mob of students crushed me into my locker as always just
before school started.  Everyone was too packed in to see my feet. 
Pretending to grab some books, I kicked off one sandal then the other into
the locker, and I was barefoot.  I was almost naked, no panties, no bra,
only a short skirt and blouse, and now barefoot.  My naked feet somehow
telescoped my nudity to everyone.  I was naked because my feet were bare,
and I was going to walk around all day that way.  My nipples ached, my
stomach tingled unbearably.

   The crowd was beginning to thin now, and this was the moment of truth. I
had to turn away from my locker and walk to class, entirely naked below the
hem of my short skirt.  First hour, fortunately, is art class.  The
students there are of course the most laid back and accepting in the
school. If they saw my bare feet they would just think I was rebelling. 
But art class is all the way on the far side of the school.  I had to walk
past the front office, past the cafeteria, the auditorium, the band room. I
closed my locker and started walking.

   Almost immediately, behind me, I heard a derisive,  -œlook, she -(TM)s
not wearing shoes! - There was laughter, then,  -œwhat, do you think she
-(TM)s too poor? - That thought had not crossed my mind, and it made me
tingle all the more.  I am a poor vulnerable girl that anyone can take
advantage of because I don -(TM)t have a proper home or a family or money.
I have to come to school to be humiliated.  I forced myself to walk slowly
and deliberately, intensifying the feeling.  I was shaking like a leaf.  
-œNo, I -(TM)ll bet it turns her on. - Jesus!  That hit me like a ton of
bricks; and I felt myself turn beet red.  How could anyone guess that, so
quickly, and from behind?  If they saw the front of my blouse, my nipples
poking out obscenely, I was dead.  But their voices disappeared as they
went into some classroom behind me.

   The bell rang and the hallways cleared out.  I passed a couple more
stragglers running past the cafeteria, but they didn -(TM)t notice, or didn
-(TM)t say anything.  Still, after that first encounter, I was so
overwhelmed my legs were shaking.  I turned right at the music hallway and
hurried past the band and choir rooms.  If I was lucky . . .  yes, the
first practice room I tried was unlocked.  Leaping inside, I yanked my
skirt up around my waist and buried my hands between my legs.  Sinking to
the floor against the door I diddled myself furiously until I came hard, my
legs thrashing back and forth under the piano bench.  Oh my god I needed it
again so badly, but I had to get to class.  Ms.  Drake was cool, but a
stickler.  She wouldn -(TM)t tolerate me coming in fifteen minutes late
like M.  Phillips would.  I pulled my skirt down, licked my fingers clean,
and proceeded around the corner to my art class.

   Ms.  Drake frowned at me but didn -(TM)t say anything.  As expected, all
the spike-hairs and purple-hairs kind of smirked at the sight of my bare
feet.  Not at me, but at my flouting of convention.  If they had perceived
my shallow breathing and stomach tied in knots they might have had a
different opinion.  Actually, they might have liked that as well.

   It was a relief to be able to sit quietly at the table and draw for an
hour, my toes grasping at the horizontal bar around the legs of the stool.
I -(TM)m actually kind of an outsider in that class, and no one questioned
me during the hour or after the bell rang.  Then it was back to the
hallway, and just what I wanted began to happen again.  Some guys walked by
and smirked at me and made comments about how I must be poor, or stupid. 
It was so humiliating, and I loved it.  I could hardly breathe.  I forced
myself to walk slowly, and with my head down, ashamed, wishing for more
ridicule.  And every mean comment turned me on more.  The best was when
someone guessed that I was getting off on it.  One guy even said, loudly, 
-œlook at her nipples! - I just about passed out right there.

   By the time I got to physics I wanted so badly to come again.  I -(TM)m
in the last seat all by myself, and I flipped up my skirt just before
sitting down so my bare ass was right on the rough plastic.  I realized I
would have no trouble masturbating right there in class, but another part
of me wanted to wait.  I wanted to torture myself, force myself not to come
for the rest of the day.  I had been a bad girl by masturbating so quickly
this morning--before school had even started!  I needed to hold back,
accept the ridicule of my classmates without relief.  The fact I was going
to have to suffer through seven more humiliating walks through the hallways
barefoot without relief, yes, turned me on more.  I had never felt this way
before, this torture, anticipation and denial.  It was exquisite.  All
consuming.

   I rocked back and forth slowly all through class, rubbing my pussy
against the rough seat, squeezing my legs, pushing myself as close to
orgasm as I could then stopping over and over.  By the end of class I could
hardly stand, then I had to walk another gauntlet of ridicule and
humiliation.  This went on for the rest of the day.  For seven hours there
was such a roaring in my ears I didn't hear anything anyone said (except of
course the jeers between classes).  I was a walking bundle of near-orgasm.

   I was immensely disappointed that Mr.  Galveston was not our monitor
seventh hour!  I was so looking forward to him standing me in front of the
class and dressing me down.  After seventh hour I put my flip flops back on
and found Chloe.  As we got in her car I had a truly wicked idea.  Chloe
and I had never really spoken about boys or sex before.  I really had no
idea if she thought about it all the time, or never.  She was one of my
best friends, and she drove me to and from school every day, but I was
becoming consumed with going too far.  Recklessly endangering important
things.  As we exited the parking lot, I said,  -œChloe, I didn -(TM)t wear
any panties today. - She looked, not shocked, but curious.  I think more
interested that I was telling her than that I had done it.   -œReally? 
And? -  -œAnd I was insanely turned on all day. -  -œUm, okay? -  -œI
can -(TM)t wait any longer.  I -(TM)m going to masturbate. - I spread my
legs until one knee was pressing against the door and the other the
gearshift, and pulled my skirt up around my waist, exposing my smooth pussy
to the bright sunlight shining in the window.  I stared at her, waiting to
see if she would say anything, or look.  She did neither.  She kept her
hands on the wheel, her eyes directly ahead.  I slid my hands up my thighs.
My pussy was so wet, had been all day, that even the outer lips were slick
with pussy juice.  I squeezed my clitoris between my fingers, and moaned a
little in relief to finally be touching myself.  Sliding down more in the
seat, I lifted my knees up higher against the dashboard, and my left leg
fell open even more, pressing the gearshift against my knee, so I was fully
spread open now, the sunlight warming my already overheated sex.  Then I
lost myself in the day -(TM)s events, completely forgot I was sitting in
the car next to my best friend with my legs wide open, and rubbed my
clitoris slowly while I replayed in detail every moment of my walks through
the halls.  But the pent up excitement exploded in me, and my orgasm surged
through my body.  I actually called out,  -œoh my god! - as I came,
something I never do.  I jerked and tensed over and over and finally came
down.   -œOh my god, - I said again, this time a statement.  I taunted
Chloe a little more.   -œThat was fucking amazing, - I said.  I pulled my
skirt down and sat up and peered out the window.  For the last five minutes
to my house neither one of us said a word.  It was just what I wanted.  She
didn -(TM)t know what to say, thought I was weird, probably, but not enough
to turn on me.  When she pulled into the driveway, I jumped out, calling
back to her,  -œThanks, Chloe, see you tomorrow! - and ran up the stairs
and into the house.

   It had been Monday when Paul had shown us that picture of the naked girl
in a park, Wednesday when I spent the day in school naked.  Thursday I didn
-(TM)t wear shoes at all, and as had occurred to me, I just washed my feet
in the bathroom when I got to school.  Chloe must be a little
scatterbrained, or self-absorbed (and who am I to complain about that
particular trait?), because she hadn -(TM)t even noticed me walking next to
her from the parking lot barefoot.  (For that matter, none of my friends at
lunch had noticed either.) I was anticipating the torture since the moment
I got up.  After I masturbated in bed Wednesday night, I told myself that
was the last time until after school tomorrow.  Of course I had woken up
still horny and wanted to play with myself before getting out of bed, but
forced myself not to, so by the time I got to school I was already in
overdrive.  And I made myself go straight to art class without a detour.

   Starting about sixth hour instead of the anticipation of the torture of
the day ahead of me, my mind turned instead to the anticipation of the car
ride home with Chloe.  I had worn white silk blouse (and oh my god my
nipples were visible) and a sexy black leather skirt with a big silver
zipper on one side.  As Chloe drove us out of the parking lot after school,
I asked her,  -œyou didn -(TM)t mind yesterday, did you? -  -œN-no, it was
okay. - She was trying to be cool about it, but even better, I could tell,
what she meant was it was okay that it had happened that one time.  But
pulling on the lever next to the seat I pushed the back down about three
notches.  Not all the way, but more reclined.  I slid my butt toward the
edge of the seat till I was really supine.  She once again remained rigid,
eyes forward, hands on the steering wheel, and didn -(TM)t say another
word. I knew exactly what I intended to do, but wanted to make it seem
unplanned.

   I tried to lift up the hem of the skirt then feigned frustration that it
was too tight, and reached over and slowly unzipped the big zipper, from
the bottom up.  With the zipper undone all the way to the waist, of course
it was now loose enough to spread my legs, but that was not my plan. 
Keeping my eyes on her, I yanked it that last little bit till the sides
sprung apart and fell to either side of my now naked hips.  Her eyes
twitched toward me but her head remained immobile, and from my position
lying back I really couldn -(TM)t tell if she was watching or not. 
Understand, it was not my intention to have her look, that is, I wasn
-(TM)t trying to turn her on.  Rather I wanted to make her uncomfortable.
That is what turned me on, that I could expose myself to her like that
without her saying a word, knowing she probably did not like it and yet
unable to make me stop.  My legs, my hips, my pussy were now naked in her
car, nothing, not even the string of a string bikini, hiding the
uninterrupted expanse of skin from my hips to my feet.

   I slid my right hand down over my stomach and curled the fingers down
between my legs and began to rub my clitoris.  With my left hand, I reached
up and cupped one of my breasts through my blouse, rolling one nipple
between my fingers.  I pretended to close my eyes and moaned softly, and
then undid the top button of the blouse and slid my hand inside the shirt
to cup my bare breast.  My intention had been to pretend to undo all the
buttons without thinking, but I decided instead to do it purposefully.  It
was turning me on to push her, see how far I could go before she turned on
me.  What if she never did, what then?

   Taking my hand from my pussy, I unfastened the remaining buttons with
both hands, and the silk material slid over my nipples and down to my
sides, exposing me completely, from my breasts over my stomach, my
bellybutton which was lit by a warm bar of sunlight, and my pussy in the
shadow of the dashboard.  I took one breast in each hand and squeezed them,
looking down at them and admiring them, all this for show.  Then with one
last motion I sat up a little and shrugged the open blouse off my shoulders
so I was completely naked in Chloe -(TM)s car.  She still stared rigidly
ahead, and now I was so turned on I really did need to masturbate.  I
looked down with amazement at my naked body, in daylight in the afternoon.
Slouched down so far I knew no one could see me, all I could see through
the windows was sky.  I spread my legs and rubbed my pussy until I had
another big orgasm.

    -œGod, I -(TM)ve been needing that all day, - I said, again for her
benefit.  Something dawned on me--she had no idea what I was up to.  She
might be thinking to herself that this was my desperate attempt to tell her
that I am gay, and that was why she didn -(TM)t want to say anything,
because she didn -(TM)t want me to think that she would not like me just
because I was gay!

   I sat up and peered out the windshield.   -œWait, where are we? - We
were not on our usual route home.  She suddenly turned bright red.  She had
been driving around in circles waiting for me to finish!  I figured out we
were just a block away from my house.  I played dumb.   -œOh, taking a
different route today?  That -(TM)s cool. -  -œYeah, I decided to try
something new. - I pulled on my blouse and re-zipped my skirt as we turned
the corner onto my street.   -œThanks again, Chloe.  See you tomorrow! - 
-œWait, where are your shoes? - she exclaimed, finally noticing my bare
feet.   -œI didn -(TM)t wear shoes today, - I told her cheerily as I
closed her car door and waved good-bye.

   The next day, Friday, I -(TM)m afraid was a little disappointing.  I was
already starting to get used to the stares and the catcalls.  It still
turned me on immensely, but it wasn -(TM)t new anymore.  I wore a simple
summer dress, and after school I decided it was time to close the deal with
Chloe.  Looking around the parking lot, I saw no one within several rows of
her car, so after opening the door, I bent down, yanked the dress up over
my head, and jumped into the car, hunkering down so no one would see me. 
Finally I got a reaction from Chloe.   -œJesus, Zoe, what are you doing! 
You -(TM)re crazy. -  -œCome on, no one saw me, it -(TM)s not a big deal.
-  -œSo what, you -(TM)re going to ride home with me naked every day from
now on and masturbate? -  -œYou don -(TM)t mind, do you? - I asked with
faux concern, knowing by now she would let me.   -œNo, I just think it
-(TM)s weird. -

   I reclined the seat all the way this time, naked, and put my feet up on
the dashboard.  As I was rubbing myself, getting close to coming, she said,
 -œCan I ask you something? -  -œYeah, what? - I breathed.   -œAre you a
lesbian? - I came right then, my thighs clamping closed around my hand.  
-œNo, sweetie," I said as the spasms subsided, " I -(TM)m not a lesbian. -
Then it dawned on me for the first time.  I asked her,  -œare you a
lesbian? - She hesitated before shaking her head no.  Oh my god!  That was
the one thing that I had not considered.  She is gay!  Sitting up, I
reached over and put my hand, slick with pussy juice, in her hair and
stroked it.   -œJust friends, okay? - Jesus, that was really mean!  It
surprised me how much I relished torturing her a little bit.  Then I
thought fleetingly, I will have to punish myself for it later.  She turned
onto my street and I slipped the dress over my head.   -œGood-bye, sweetie,
I -(TM)ll see you Monday, okay? - It suddenly seemed natural to call her 
-œsweetie. - Something had changed between us.

   In English class on Monday I stared at the clock waiting for the bell to
ring.  When it finally did, I lingered as I had last Monday, pretending to
write something in my notebook, waiting for Ms.  McEwan to leave.  But she
was taking her time.  We had a stand-off, until the bell rang.   -œUh, Zoe,
don -(TM)t you have to go to class? - Damn it!   -œYes, Ms.  McEwan,
sorry, I was just writing something down. - I gathered my books and walked
to the front of the class.  Her eyes swept down over my body, lingering on
my nipples poking out from the thin sleeveless shift I was wearing before
resting on my bare feet.   -œWhat are you doing? - she asked.   -œMa
-(TM)am?  Oh, sorry, I left them in my locker.  Bye, Ms.  McEwan! - I
rushed out before she could say more.

   I was frustrated Ms.  McEwan was staying in her room, but I decided I
had a task today and I had to do it.  Mr.  Barnes -(TM)s muffled voice
drifted out to me-- -œout damn spot. - I turned toward the mystery class
and the stairs beyond.  I had to get rid of my books and my purse, and I
needed a moment to pause and think.  As I said before, Ms.  McEwan -(TM)s
classroom is on the bottom floor.  The stairs go up, and there is nothing
underneath them, no door or cage or whatever, just the dark angled alcove
under the stairs.  Past the stairs is another door then the hallway turns
left, forming the top of the square arboretum, but this hallway was little
traveled--there were not even any windows.  There were some lockers, and
some science supply rooms, and the school newspaper and yearbook offices,
but they were empty now.  Behind the wall under the arboretum was a storm
shelter for tornados.  At the end of that hall, another hall went to the
left again, the mirror of Ms.  McEwan -(TM)s, then one more connected the
far end of the side hallways to complete the square.  My locker was in that
last section of hallway, at the bottom of the arboretum, but up one level,
on the main floor.

   I stood at the bottom of the stairs thinking, a roaring in my head.  Ms.
McEwan had ruined my original plan.  I stuffed my books and my purse as far
into the corner under the bottom stair as I could, well out of sight. 
Glancing through the window in the door, I saw that Ms.  McEwan -(TM)s
hallway was as empty as it had been last week, but I crossed the stairwell
and went through the door opposite.  To the right was a doorway that led
outside, toward the sports field where the boys were playing baseball.  I
turned left, and tiptoed down the dank hallway.  For some reason the lights
were not even on, but the sunlight shining in the windows reflected
brightly off the shiny floor at the far end of the gloom.  I ran, fast
enough to hear the air rushing past my ears, my bare feet slapping lightly
on the linoleum.  The far end of the hall is a near mirror of the first
end, a door on either side, the one to the right leading outside--the
police station in clear view across the street--and to the left the door to
another stairway with another dark corner under the stairs, and past the
stairs another door to the side hallway opposite Ms.  McEwan -(TM)s, with
similar high windows looking up at the courtyard.  I had not seen nor heard
a soul since the stairway door had closed on Mr.  Barnes -(TM)s Lady
MacBeth.  Screw your courage to the sticking place, she told me.

   I listened at the stairs, looked through the door down the side hall,
then back up the way I had come.  All was quiet.  I grabbed bunches of my
dress in each hand and pulled it over my head, and I was naked.  I threw
the dress into the dark under the stairs and returned to the door, and as I
looked down the side hall, fully exposed at the tall narrow window, a
student came out of one of the classrooms!  Idiotically my hands flew to my
breasts and pussy to cover them.  Thank god he turned the other direction.
Since he was walking away, I forced my hands down to my sides, and watched
him, naked in the door window, until he got all the way to the end of the
hall and turned into the bathroom.  That feeling.  My breathing was ragged,
my chest tight and tingling, my knees shaking, I was sweating with
nervousness, and so turned on.

   I slowly pushed open the door into the darkened hallway and peeked
around the corner.  Still empty.  After stepping through the door I let it
close softly behind me.  My naked body was lit by the sunlight coming
through the window in the door outside.  I looked down at myself.  The
hallway was so dark, and my body was so bright, the sunlight accentuating
my breasts, my puffy pale-pink nipples, my belly button.  I stepped across
to the window and looked outside.  Across the school -(TM)s front lawn I
saw cars stopped at the light, and a police car pulling into the parking
lot at the station.  The distance made me feel invisible, and I pushed my
breasts together, displaying them for the cars at the intersection.  I put
one hand between my legs to feel my wetness.



   I still had to make it all the way down that dark hallway, and loitering
like this was dangerous.  I looked through the doors to the side hallway
one last time to make sure the coast was clear, then started down the dark
hallway.  I was a little miffed at myself for immediately covering my
breasts and pussy when that student appeared, so I put my hands behind my
back, one hand grabbing the other wrist, and told myself under no
circumstances could I let go until I got to the far end of the hall.  The
soft flesh of my ass cheeks moved up and down pleasantly against the backs
of my wrists with each step.  I walked down the middle of the hallway,
slowly, my breasts jutting out in front of me as my hands were held behind
me.  I imagined someone appearing, and me not covering myself, just
standing there erect until they took me, humiliated me in the school
office. A rivulet of my pussy juice slid down my thigh.

   As I walked my eyes locked on each door alcove in turn, preparing to
jump to relative safety at the slightest noise.  But it was unnecessary. 
Too soon I was done.  I reached the far end of the hallway, back where I
started, without incident.  I was still completely alone, and felt
powerful, like the hallway, the school, was mine.  I wanted to go back into
the middle of the hallway, lay down, spread my legs wide and masturbate
right there on the floor, on the cool smooth linoleum tiles.  But now that
I was so close to the end I got scared, and I hurried the last few steps to
the stairway door and under the stairs where my purse and books were
hidden. I was so free, the school so empty, I wanted to do more, try
climbing the stairs, or peek outside at the baseball field, but I had
already done far more than I had planned this morning.  (My original plan
had been to leave my purse in Ms.  McEwan -(TM)s room, and start at these
stairs and just run past the mystery class to her room.)

   My phone said it was 1:00.  I had left Ms.  McEwan -(TM)s room 25
minutes ago.  It was far too late to walk into French class now.  I did
have one idea.  I walked back out to the bottom of the stairs and took a
picture of myself standing there naked.  Then I crawled back into the
shadows under the stairs.  After such an adventure I decided I could reward
myself, and didn -(TM)t need to wait until after school in Chloe -(TM)s
car. I wasn -(TM)t brave enough to lay down in the middle of the hallway,
but I did lay down under the stairs.  Back there it is completely isolated.
Someone would have to deliberately walk back there, as I had done, to find
me.  I felt the cool floor against my ass and my back.  I put my feet up on
the underneath of the fourth stair, and began to play with myself.  I came
almost immediately, shaking, naked on the floor of my school in the middle
of fifth hour, my legs pushing against the stairs, pushing me out into the
light as I came.  I had to scooch back into the shadow.  At one point about
ten minutes before the bell rang the stairwell door banged open and two
loud boys pounded up the stairs just over my nakedness.  Fully confident
that I was safely concealed, I did not even stop rubbing myself.  I came
three times before the bell rang.  I do have a vibrator at home, and I can
make myself come way more with it than my hands.  My hands are good, the
orgasm is slower and in a way more pleasurable then, but the vibrator
orgasms are stronger and faster, and relentless.  It will make me come over
and over as long as I leave it on my clit.  As 1:25 approached the idea of
remaining under the stairs, masturbating as hundreds of students stomped up
the stairs above me, got me excited all over again.  But I had had enough.
When my phone said 1:24, I pulled the second dress out of my purse, the one
I had brought with me today for this purpose, and pulled it over my head
just as the bell rang.

   My other dress was still under the stairs at the other end of the hall.
It was an awesome idea to just leave it there, but I assumed the janitors
would find it.  After sixth hour I grabbed it and stuffed it in my locker.
To torture Chloe, I left my dress on all the way home and acted as I had
any other normal day before last week.

   After that, I didn -(TM)t do anything for several days.  I still went
barefoot, and still didn -(TM)t wear underwear, and it still turned me on
when someone made a comment or looked at my nipples sticking out of my
shirt, but they were becoming almost routine.  But for some reason, after
what I did on Monday, I was sated.  I had no desire to get naked again. 
That lasted Tuesday and Wednesday.  I still walked down that dark hallway a
couple times each day to relive what I had done, and I felt so powerful, to
know I had been stark naked in that hallway where kids and teachers walked
every day.

   By Thursday my thoughts were turning more and more often, and more and
more insistently, back to what I had done on Monday.  I had to do it again.
As I replayed the walk in my head, one thing that I kept coming back to was
how my breasts were thrust out in front of me when I held my hands behind
my back, and how exciting it was to tell myself I could not cover up even
if someone discovered me, that I had to keep my hands behind my back.  I
fantasized about standing naked in the hallway when the bell rang, forcing
myself not to move as everyone walked by me and laughed at me, maybe
touched me, the guys fingering me while the girls looked on with disgust.
Jesus if only I could do that for real!

   I did have another wicked thought as I masturbated Thursday night with
my vibrator.  I imagined using it on myself in Chloe -(TM)s car.  As soon
as the thought popped into my head it was decided.  The next morning I
dropped it in my purse before school.  All day of course during class I put
my hand in the bag to feel it.  It had just been on my clitoris last night
and now I was stroking it in the middle of class.  Once again the last two
hours of class were excruciating as the seconds crawled slowly by.

   I actually hadn -(TM)t done anything in Chloe -(TM)s car all week.  We
had had fairly normal rides home for the last few days.  There were
students too close by in the parking lot after school for me to take my
dress off before getting in the car, but once we got clear of the school
traffic, I pulled it over my head and threw it in the back seat.  Something
was so satisfying about getting naked in my friend -(TM)s car like this. 
It wasn -(TM)t intensely exciting like getting naked, but it was satisfying
in some way.  I decided not to say anything to her, and she once more
watched me silently out of the corner of her eye.  I lay all the way back
and spread my legs, pushed my breasts up to my mouth and licked my nipples.
This of course was for Chloe -(TM)s benefit.  It is fun, but it -(TM)s
really just for show.

   Still leaning back I reached into my purse and brought out the vibrator,
watching Chloe the whole time, knowing she was watching me out of the
corner of her eyes.  I had tried putting it inside once, but didn -(TM)t
like it all that much, so now I usually just turn it on and hold it to my
clitoris, but I wanted to put on a show for Chloe.  The dildo is actually
quite large, unnecessarily so perhaps.  It -(TM)s 10 or 12 inches long,
about 2 inches across, smooth and tapered at the end and then about half
way down small vertical ridges, like a handle grip.

   I felt between my legs; my whole pussy was slick with juices.  I slid
the hard smooth end down between my lips to the opening of my vagina, then
pushed the far end down to angle it in.  I had slid down too far in the
seat, and the end actually hit the dashboard!  Then I grabbed it around the
ridged part, at the end, and pushed it slowly into my pussy.  Oh my god. 
It was so fucking big.  I pushed it in as far as it would go, which was
only a little more than half, and gasped involuntarily.  I slowly pulled it
out again, then back in, and it fit a little better.  I pushed it in one
more time, then reached down and twisted the end and pulled it out and up
between my lips and over my clitoris.  Shit, I kind of missed it filling me
up now.  I was going to have to figure something better out.  I cannot
resist the vibrations, and an orgasm slammed me in no time.  I held it
there, and came twice more in rapid succession, then turned it off and
pushed it back into my pussy.  With my knees up on the dashboard, and the
big thing sticking out of my pussy, I said to Chloe,  -œwhere are we now?
-  -œWe -(TM)re around the corner from your house. -  -œCan we drive
around a minute longer? -  -œSure. -

   I settled back, closed my eyes, and lost myself in the feelings between
my legs.  I discovered it felt really good just to press the dildo into me,
not in and out, but just barely moving it back and forth against the inside
of my pussy felt amazing.  While I pushed on the dildo with one hand I
rubbed my clitoris with the other.

   If I had continued a few minutes I could have come again like that, but
I started to feel it was time to stop.  Without ceremony I pulled the
phallus out of my pussy and sat up.   -œThank you, Chloe, that was really
fucking amazing. - She didn -(TM)t say anything, so I continued.   -œAnd
it -(TM)s so much better with a vibrator, right?  And oh my god, I don
-(TM)t know what -(TM)s wrong with me, I -(TM)ve never put it inside like
that before!  I mean, you know, I have, but not like that.  It feels
amazing. - I grabbed my dress from the back seat and pulled it over my
head, then grabbed some baby-wipes from my purse and wiped off the
vibrator.  -œI -(TM)m going to keep this here, okay? - It seemed she had
been struck dumb, so I didn -(TM)t even wait for an answer.  As she pulled
into my driveway I stowed it in her glove compartment.  It didn -(TM)t
occur to me until later that night to wonder if she would do anything with
it!  Oh well, I decided, whatever.

   The problem now was, of course, no vibrator.  I texted Mary,  -œMy
vibrator -(TM)s broken.  Want to go get one with me? -  -œFuck yeah! -
was her immediate response.  Mary and I are not as close as Chloe and I,
but Mary is raunchier, so I tend to talk about sex more with her.  When we
were eleven I was at her house one summer afternoon when we discovered her
mother -(TM)s vibrator in the bottom drawer of her dresser.  We understood,
of course, why it was long and thin like a dick, but we didn -(TM)t
understand what the vibrating was for.  Do real dicks vibrate like that?  I
wondered aloud.  I think we were lucky her mom preferred a slim and short
toy, only about 5 inches long, because Mary decided she wanted to try it. 
-œReally?! - I exclaimed.   -œYeah, let -(TM)s do it! - she said.

   Without further ado she pulled down her shorts and panties and climbed
onto the bed.   -œGet here so you can watch, - she told me, gesturing to
the area of the bed between her legs.  I did as I was told, and positioned
myself on my stomach, chin resting on my fists, about one foot from her
bare pussy.  Somehow I was not even curious what her pussy looked like.  I
had seen my own in a mirror, and I assumed in some way they were all alike,
so I stared right at hers without really looking.  What I was focused on
instead was the bright-pink little wand she had in her hand.  She twisted
the end and the buzzing started.   -œWhat should I do? - she asked me.  
-œTry pushing it into your hole. - She pushed her index finger between her
lips to gauge where the opening was, then put the vibrating wand in the
same place.   -œHow far in does it go? - I asked her.  She pushed on it
firmly, and suddenly it slid in all the way to the black knob at the end. 
-œWow, - I said.   -œOh, - she said.   -œHow does it feel? - Lodged deep
into her pussy, we could no longer even hear the vibrations.  She shrugged.
 -œI can -(TM)t really feel the vibrating at all. -

    -œOkay, it -(TM)s my turn, - I told her.  She pulled it out and handed
it to me.  I noticed it was glistening but didn -(TM)t want to embarrass
her so I didn -(TM)t say anything about it.  I laid it down on the bed and
pulled off my shorts and panties as well, and we switched positions.  I
felt exactly what I had seen with her.  It went in about an inch and
stopped.  I pushed firmly on it and suddenly it slid all the way in, till
my finger tips were pushing against the puffy sides of my vagina.  She
looked up at me from between my legs.  I shrugged too.  I think we both
lost our virginities that day.  I have never had sex with a boy, but I have
never had a hymen for as long as I can remember.  When I think back, I
think it must have been this day and Mary -(TM)s mom -(TM)s vibrator.  It
didn -(TM)t hurt like it -(TM)s supposed to, but I have read that that can
happen sometimes.  My theory is that the vibrator was thin enough that it
just tore my hymen a little bit, not enough to hurt much, but enough that
by the end of the summer it was completely gone.

   I am the one that discovered what the vibrating was for.  After that
first day, whenever we were alone in the house we would run upstairs to
take turns pushing the vibrator into our little pussies.  If you can
believe this, it wasn -(TM)t sexual at all, more ritualistic, like a club.
We both felt that if we were going to be grown up women, this was something
we should do, but we never kissed, never touched each other, never pushed
in the vibrator for each other.  We just took turns, and just for a couple
minutes each day.

   Then one day just as I pushed the smooth pink cock into my young pussy,
Mary -(TM)s phone rang in her bedroom.  She bounced off the bed and ran to
get it, leaving me there alone on her mom -(TM)s bed with her mom -(TM)s
vibrating dildo lodged in my cunt.  Normally the one who was cleaving
herself would sit up with her head bent down over her pussy, forehead
almost touching the other girl -(TM)s, as we both watched the dildo
disappear into our young slits.  With Mary out of the room, however, I lay
back on the bed and explored.  I pushed the vibrating stick different
directions inside my vagina, investigating how it felt to stretch, which
direction it would go easily, what obstructions there were.  Then I decided
to see what it felt like to actually be fucked.  I don -(TM)t know about
Mary, but it was something I had often thought about, but it seemed out of
place in our game to start pulling the thing in and out of my pussy.  I did
that now, and felt the smooth hard plastic sliding in and out.  It was
interesting.  Then I pulled it out and wiped it against my lips, and it
slid along my clitoris.  Now THAT felt good.  I rubbed it back and forth
there a couple more times, and it felt so good, I just held it in place
there, and suddenly, no build-up, just boom, I had a huge orgasm.  I couldn
-(TM)t believe it, it was so fast, and so strong!  I pushed it against my
clitoris again right when Mary came in.

    -œI figured out what the vibrating does! - I exclaimed.   -œWhat? - 
-œHere, watch! - I held the vibrations against my clitoris again.  In ten
seconds I was gasping loudly, and in thirty seconds, boom, another orgasm
shot through me.  I grinned from ear to ear.   -œIt -(TM)s awesome!  You
try.  Just hold it against your clitoris. - For the rest of the summer our
ritual increased to every day, no matter what.  If Mary -(TM)s mom was
home, we would sneak the vibrator out of the house.  Behind the houses
across the street from Mary -(TM)s house was a storm drain that wound
through the neighborhood, along the back yards, all the way to the big
street several blocks away.  We cut through the neighbor -(TM)s back yard,
over the fence, and up a few houses where we guessed no one knew us, and
would stay there for thirty minutes sometimes, two eleven-year-old girls,
naked from the waist down, leaning against opposite banks of the storm
drain with our legs spread, taking turns with the vibrator the way older
kids might share a joint or a bottle.  One girl would hold it against her
clitoris until she came, then hand it across to the other girl, who would
do the same.

   The way growing up works is fascinating.  Summer ended, and somehow once
school began we never thought about the vibrator again.  I don -(TM)t think
I even masturbated again for two more years, and then it was like the
summer of the vibrator had never happened.  I rediscovered my pussy and my
clitoris with my own hands, and started masturbating every night, every
afternoon, every morning, every chance I got.  Then for my fifteenth
birthday, out of the blue, Mary bought me that big vibrator I had just left
in Chloe -(TM)s car.  I had quizzed Mary since then about where she had
gotten it.  Her cousin, Jenny, who is 20, was visiting and had told her
that her vibrator was broken and she needed to get a new one, and she
brought Mary with her to the store.  Mary said it was amazing; they had
spent a whole hour in front of a wall of vibrators and dildos, looking at
each one, and Jenny telling Mary how she thought it would feel.  Then she
told Mary to pick one out, she was going to buy one for her.  Mary, so
thoughtful!  asked if she could buy one for me too, and Jenny said yes, so
she bought us matching 10-inch cocks.  I don -(TM)t know about Mary, but I
never thought to push it inside me until an hour ago in Chloe -(TM)s car,
but vibrating my clitoris it had given me more orgasms than I could even
begin to count.

   That had been about eight months ago, and now Mary was old enough to
drive.  She texted me that she would be over after dinner, around 9.

   Friday night at nine is probably not the best time for two high school
girls to go unescorted to the sex shop, but if we weren -(TM)t reckless, I
suppose, we wouldn -(TM)t be teenagers.  The sex shop that Jenny had taken
Mary to was a female-oriented store in Hyde Park.  Mary said the employees
were all women, and everything was welcoming and nice.  She didn -(TM)t
want to take me there.  Instead she wanted to take me to some place she had
seen off the highway west of Chicago.  It turned out to be a cinder block
bunker in a gravel parking lot surrounded by auto chop shops.  
-œSeriously? - I thought to myself.  The neon sign buzzing above the steel
door said,  -œOPEN. - There was only one other car in the parking lot,
which at least was a good thing.

   The inside was really skuzzy.  Wire racks displayed an endless array of
porn DVDs.  In the back was a red curtain and a hand-written sign saying 
-œvideo booths. - To the left of the door was a 300-pound guy with big
steel-rimmed glasses and an afro of light-brown hair perched three feet
above the floor in a bullet-proof booth.  Charming.  But past the booth,
half way down the left wall stretching for many feet toward the video
booths, hung dildos and vibrators from floor to ceiling.  We headed that
way, both of us deciding instinctively we should make this quick.  I wished
we weren -(TM)t both wearing short skirts.  Jeans and a sweatshirt, or
maybe an astronaut suit, would have been more appropriate.

   As we rushed past the booth, another display caught my eye: handcuffs.
It was an epiphany.  I didn -(TM)t take a moment to consider it, I just
knew I had to have a pair.  As we stood in front of the dildos I pretended
to look at the ones Mary was pointing to but really my eyes were focused on
the display to the left, which had leather garters, a whip of some kind,
and a mannequin -(TM)s head encased shiny black . . .  not leather, was it
latex?  And there were handcuffs.   -œWhat do you think about these? - I
asked Mary, taking down a pair.   -œWhat do you mean, for what? -  -œI
just think they -(TM)re cool.  I don -(TM)t know, maybe for Halloween. - 
-œThey are cool.  You should get them. - Music to my ears!  Turning back
to the vibrators, one jumped out at me.   -œLook at this! - I exclaimed.
It was an exact replica of her mother -(TM)s vibrator from when we were
eleven.   -œOh my god!  Are you going to get it? -  -œYou should get one
too. -  -œBut mine still works. - I was kind of trapped.  I wanted a big
one too to put inside my pussy like I had this afternoon.  I had another
brainstorm.   -œLook at this! - I said, trying to sound jolly as I picked
up a 10-inch flesh-colored rubber cock.  It was about the same size as my
old vibrator, but shaped like a real cock, with a head and veins, and it
was softer and a little bit flexible.   -œI think I -(TM)m going to get
this too! . . .  Uh, just for a joke! -  -œYou -(TM)re crazy! - Mary
replied.   -œLet -(TM)s get the fuck out of here, - we said in unison.

   My purchases were fucking expensive.  The handcuffs were $30, and the
vibrator was $20, but the rubber cock was $40!  I placed them on the
rotating glass window along with my credit card.  The fat guy did the
weirdest thing--he put batteries in the vibrator, turned it on, and held it
up to his microphone so the whole store buzzed with vibrating sound.  
-œUh, yeah, thanks, - Mary said, grabbing the bag full of sex with one
hand, my hand with the other, and yanking me out the door after her,
squealing and giggling as we fell into the car.  Just then a really pervy
looking guy with a greasy comb-over, a moustache, and glasses, got out of
his car right next to us and looked down at me with the dildo in my hand.
Mary locked the door and floored it.

   I spent the rest of the weekend alternating between the rubber cock and
vibrator, and my new handcuffs.  They were Smith & Wesson Nickel Model 100.
They had two chain links in the middle, and they came with two keys.  They
were heavy and metallic and scary, and I can -(TM)t tell you how much it
turned me on to hold them in my hands.  Somehow for me having a pair of
handcuffs hidden in my room was way more dirty than the big rubber cock. 
Being caught with them would be so embarrassing.  Imagining standing there
in the middle of my living room--pretending I was handcuffed--while my
parents berated me was so humiliating it gave me goosebumps.  I spent all
day Saturday in my room, naked with my dildos and handcuffs spread out on
my bed.  The first time I closed one around my left wrist, slowly, click
click click click, I gasped with excitement.  When I got used to unlocking
each bracelet with the other hand, I snapped the cuffs closed around both
my wrists.  I stood in the middle of the room and looked at myself in the
mirror, my breasts pushed together by my upper arms, my hands in front of
my pussy, and the shiny metal handcuffs around my wrists.  I pulled my
hands apart, tried to get loose, but I was locked tight.  My hands locked
together like that, helpless, was mesmerizing.  I lay down on the floor and
masturbated, watching myself in the mirror, unable to move one hand to my
breasts.  If my hands were cuffed behind me, I would not even be able to
touch myself.  That reminded me of my long slow days at school torturing
myself by refusing to masturbate until the car ride home, and I came as I
imagined spending all day with my hands cuffed behind my back, so turned on
but unable to come.

   At school on Monday I wore one of my old shifts.  The four hours I
waited, staring at the clock, before Ms.  McEwan -(TM)s class finally ended
at 12:30, were the longest four hours of my life.  I pretended to write in
my notebook while the class cleared out, hoping Ms.  McEwan would have an
errand in the office, but when she didn -(TM)t move right away toward the
door, I didn -(TM)t wait; I got up and followed the students out.  I walked
quickly down Ms.  McEwan -(TM)s side hall, then right, and then across the
bottom hall opposite the courtyard from the dark hallway of last week, to
the corner of the arboretum diagonal from Ms.  McEwan -(TM)s room.

   I was too anxious, and made it to the stairwell in that corner before
the bell rang for fifth hour.  As I was stuffing my purse and books into
the dark corner under the stairs, three girls banged the door open into the
stairwell and headed up to the second floor.  That was nothing, of course,
but I was lucky they had not seen me crawling in or out of the alcove.  The
keys to the handcuffs (there were two) were on a small ring.  I placed them
on the tile floor next to my purse.  Still too anxious to wait, hearing no
footsteps or voices nearby, I quickly stepped out of the shadow of the
alcove, back into the hallway.  The handcuffs themselves are too big to
conceal entirely in my hand, and as I walked back along the bottom hallway,
the glint of the shiny nickel was easily visible to any of the stragglers
rushing to class before the bell rang, but none noticed, or would have
known what they had seen.

   The fifth hour bell still had not rung when I reached the bathroom of
Ms. McEwan -(TM)s side hall.  There are boys -(TM) and girls -(TM)
bathrooms at the bottom end of both side halls, just past the doors to the
stairwells.  The boys -(TM) bathroom is closest to the stairs, the girls
-(TM) on the far side of the drinking fountain.  The bathroom was empty,
and I pulled my dress over my head and stuffed it into the corner of the
window sill.  It was easily visible, but if anyone happened to see it they
would probably ignore it.  And if someone did find it, they would just have
to wonder what it was doing there.  I looked at myself in the full-length
mirror next to the sinks, fully naked, barefoot, my chest heaving in rhythm
with my ragged breathing.  I was sweating, and flush.  Staring at my
reflection, I pinched one nipple, then the other, then slid my fingers
between my legs to feel my wetness.

   The bell rang.  I looked at the strip of light at the bottom of the
door, looking for the shadows of the legs of a girl about to enter, but the
strip was uniformly light.  I just had to check one last time.  I pushed
the door open slowly and peeked around the corner of the door alcove in
each direction.  The coast was clear, the hallway silent.  I moved back to
the bathroom, closing the door softly.  Watching myself again in the
mirror, I squeezed one bracelet of the handcuffs tightly closed around my
left wrist.  Holding the other bracelet in my left hand, I put my hands
behind my back, and taking a big breath, slapped the other cuff around my
right wrist.

   I immediately panicked and yanked on my hands to get loose, but they
were securely shackled.  What had I done?  I was naked in the school -(TM)s
bathroom, my hands tied behind my back, in the middle of the day.  Hundreds
of students in classrooms all around me.  I forced myself to breathe and
looked at myself in the mirror.  My breasts were jutting out even more than
they had a week ago.  I turned to one side and lifted my hands to see the
handcuffs around my wrists.  I looked so fucking hot!  If someone came in
the bathroom, I could hide in a stall.  Could I stay there indefinitely? 
Until when?  What if a janitor found my purse and the keys?!

   I had to start moving.  I pushed the door slowly open with my shoulder
and peeked again around the corner.  Still quiet.  I stepped out into the
middle of the quiet hallway, into the sunlight.  I could hear only the
slightest muffled sound of voices from the classrooms to the right. 
Literally just up a few feet and into any one of the doorways were sitting
25 students, oblivious to the naked girl outside.  What if there was a fire
alarm?

   I turned to the left and started past the water fountain when I noticed
something that had completely slipped my mind.  I couldn -(TM)t believe it:
the door to the stairwell pulled outward.  I couldn -(TM)t push it open, I
had to push on the thumb lever and pull.  I was locked in this open
hallway. The girls -(TM) bathroom door, I realized with finality, also
opened outward.  I would be no more able to open it than the stairwell
door.

   I crept quickly to the stairwell door, and thankfully, it wasn -(TM)t as
bad as it had looked.  Turning backward and getting on my tiptoes I was
able to find the handle and unlatch the door, and shuffling my feet forward
I was able to open the door enough to get my knee through, then it was easy
to push the heavy door the rest of the way open.  That episode had not been
exactly smooth.  With one more look down the empty hallway, I let the door
close, and I was once again in relative safety in the stairwell.

   Then I heard voiced just above me.  All I could do was duck under the
stairs into the alcove and wait.  I had to get down on my knees, then fall
to my side so I was wedged under the stairs.  My face was farthest in, and
my bare ass and back were sticking out, with my hands bound behind.  It was
a boy and girl coming down the stairs now, and they could have come around
the corner and looked at my ass without me even knowing it.  I realized I
could not be sure I was even entirely hidden.  I pulled my knees up more
tightly, but this only served to push my pussy out more vulgarly between my
thighs.  My hands were useless, useless to cover my exposed sex, useless to
touch my aching pussy.

   They reached the bottom of the stairs and banged through one of the
doors without pausing.

   I started to get really nervous.  The quiet of the hallway had made me
feel confident, but the appearance of these two gave me an uncontrollable
feeling that the school was getting busier.  It was almost like a languor
descended on the students right after lunch, but the sleepiness started to
wear off after 30 minutes, and more kids would be going to the bathroom, or
their lockers.  Of course this was all in my head, both the languor and the
waking, but I was suddenly sure the frequency of hallway traffic was only
going to increase.

   I wiggled myself out from under the stairs and stood.  The two students
were now half way down the hallway I had yet to traverse.  I couldn -(TM)t
wait any longer.  With my eyes locked on their backpacks moving away from
me, I slowly, quietly pushed open the door.  Then I forgot all about my
fear and stepped out into the hallway.  Just 100 feet behind them, a naked
girl, wrists handcuffed behind her back, breasts jutting forward, pussy
exposed.  All they had to do was turn around, even look at one another to
catch sight of me behind them.  I stood there daring them to see me, my
breathing hard.  I did not know these two, they looked like freshmen to
me--what if I just walked boldly by them?  I took a few tentative steps
toward them, until I was 20 feet from the stairway door, half way between
it and the next door alcove, nothing but lockers beside me now if they
turned.

   The tingling in my chest and stomach was so intense I felt I could come
right there, with my hands behind my back.  At last they reached the far
stairwell and disappeared around the corner, never seeing the naked girl
just steps behind them at the other end of the hall.

   I still had 200 feet to go to the end of the hall, past three classrooms
on either side.  This hallway was all science classes.  The first two rooms
were dark.  Voices came from the second two.  It occurred to me later that
I was so engrossed with getting by the classrooms that I had completely
stopped thinking about someone coming around the corner behind me!  I
peeked into the second two rooms, one on either side.  There were classes
going on, but the teachers were not at the front of the class.  I jumped
past those and padded quickly to the last set.  The last classroom was Mr.
Brzezinski, where I had physics, and across the hall Dr.  Ancaya, a
Filipino lady who taught chemistry.  She was the only person in the whole
school with a Ph.D., and so was slightly impressive but slightly out of
place.  Mr.  Brzezinski was also not at the front of his class.  He must be
demonstrating angular momentum with a bicycle wheel like he had with us
second hour.  I was standing naked, handcuffed, just a few feet outside his
door where I had been in class just a few hours before!

   Dr.  Ancaya, though, was at the front of her class!  She was writing
something on the board and talking to the class, and facing this direction.
I was stuck.  It was too far to go back, and I had to go forward anyway. 
The minutes were ticking away.  I stood there against the locker right
outside her door, in clear view of Mr.  Brzezinski -(TM)s classroom across
the hall if he happened to come back to his desk.  This had to end.  If I
stood out here another minute I was going to get caught, and the fear came
back.  How mortifying it would be.  They would not even be able to take of
the handcuffs!  What if I didn -(TM)t tell them where they were?  What if
they paraded me to the office, still naked, still handcuffed, past all the
classrooms, the students pouring out to ogle, making comments, ridiculing
me.  I dared that to happen.  I wanted it to happen.  I stepped into the
middle of the hallway again, and without looking to either side, walked
purposefully past Dr.  Ancaya -(TM)s room.  She paused mid-sentence!  She
had seen me!  I ran to the end of the hallway, and this time deftly turned
around, pulled open the door, and slid through butt first.  I peered out
the door window wide-eyed, terrified, but she never appeared to look down
the hall.  Maybe she hadn -(TM)t seen me after all, or maybe she had just
glimpsed me and wasn -(TM)t sure what she had seen?

   I made it!  And just then, the bell went off!  It had taken me 50
minutes to get from the girls -(TM) bathroom back to my purse and the keys
to the handcuffs.  I was still standing naked in the middle of the
stairwell handcuffed.  But now I knew I was safe.  I continued looking out
the window until students began to spill into the hallway, and then, I
continued looking a second longer.  I stood there staring naked out the
window at the hallway filling with students to whom it did not occur to
look carefully back through the window at the stairwell.  Then I ran back
behind the stairs and dove into the dark alcove, a split second before both
doors banged open and students began stamping up and down the stairs just
above my naked self.

   I scrabbled around the cool floor behind my back for the keys I had left
next to my purse.  My hands were shaking so much I couldn -(TM)t get the
key into the lock.  I forced myself to calm down a little and concentrate,
all the while students yelled and laughed and pounded on the stairs just
above my head, inches from discovering me.  I tried again, and was able to
get the key into the lock, and turn it, and my right wrist sprung free. 
For the first time in an hour I was able to bring my hands around in front
of me.  Still curled up in a ball on my side, students still rushing up the
stairs so as not to be late for sixth hour, I shoved my hands between my
knees and cupped my aching pussy.  I stayed like that a minute, just gently
massaging my throbbing, slippery lips.  The bell rang, and two stragglers
slammed the door open and rushed up the stairs, and the school was once
again quiet.

   I rolled onto my back out from the shadow of the alcove.  Above me I
could see between the flights of stairs all the way to the third floor. 
Lying in the open, exposed on the linoleum tiles, my knees up and spread
open until they almost touched the floor, I rubbed my clitoris until
finally I came in an overwhelming release of emotions and sensations.  I
thrashed around on the floor of my high school as my orgasm crashed through
me.

   I unlocked the second cuff and stood.  My legs were wobbly, and my
wrists had conspicuous red marks from the handcuffs.  I pulled my second
shift out of my purse and slipped it over my head.  Sixth hour.  History
with Mr.  Andrews.  Two more hours of school.  Sitting there quietly in a
classroom surrounded by clueless students for two more hours was going to
be torture.  I was going to be miserable.  And I knew that I deserved that
torture.  I would not cover the red marks on my wrists.  Or dry my pussy in
the bathroom.  Everyone would stare at me as I came into Mr.  Andrews
-(TM)s class late, my nipples poking out of the front of my dress as
always. I felt another twinge of excitement.  I would fuck myself silly on
the car ride home, if I lasted that long.

   I vowed I would never do anything that crazy again.  For a few days my
insane adventures were in my past, a phase I had gone through.  Still,
every time I walked down those halls I remembered myself, naked,
handcuffed, and the tingling would start in my legs and stomach.  I was a
good girl all the way to Thursday, but M.  Phillips kept me after fifth
hour.  I still hadn -(TM)t served the detention he had given me a few weeks
ago, and then of course I missed Monday -(TM)s class altogether.  I think
he was waiting for me to say something to him, but I had just been avoiding
eye contact with him.

   He told me to sit front and center in the student desk directly opposite
his desk.  He noticed my bare feet before he even got started.   -œWhere
are your shoes, Miss Weeks? - A tingle shot through my nerves, and
reflexively my bare knees parted a little bit.  There are many attitudes
for a scolded child to adopt--defiant, meek, flirtatious, slow, innocent.
Each can frustrate a teacher -(TM)s intentions in a different way.  I cast
my eyes downward, shrugged, and pretended to mumble something too softly to
hear.   -œMiss Weeks?  Where are your shoes? -  -œI haven -(TM)t been
wearing shoes the last couple weeks, M.  Phillips, - I replied.  I couldn
-(TM)t help sliding into flirtation -"this was M.  Phillips after all -"
-œI was disappointed you didn -(TM)t notice sooner. -  -œMy question was
why. - What if I told him the truth, sort of?   -œThe floor feels good on
my feet. . . .  And I kind of like the attention. -  -œThere are more
dignified ways for a young lady to distinguish herself. -

   To my disappointment, he dropped the subject of my bare feet and
proceeded to lecture me about my responsibilities as a young woman.  I
bowed my head subserviently, pretending my hands were handcuffed behind my
back and I was naked.  When he finally finished I promised him I would come
for detention next week, he wrote me a hall pass and let me go.

   Outside his room I was once again alone in the hallways.  I leaned
against the lockers next to his door, lifted my skirt over my hips, and
slid my fingers between my lips to feel my wetness.  It felt so good.  I
pulled the skirt back down over my hips and headed toward the stairs at the
top of the arboretum.  The third floor, where M.  Phillips -(TM)s class
was, did not form a square around the arboretum like the first two floors;
there were only two side hallways with no connecting halls at the top and
bottom.  So through the doors at the end of M.  Phillips -(TM)s hallway was
just an alcove, the top landing of the stairs, with no other exits.

   Although the lecture was not about my recent antics, it still felt like
I had been caught in some way, chastised, and I felt a need to make it up,
to  -œget back - at M.  Phillips for lecturing me (and, of course, for
failing to respond to my naked feet and slightly parted knees).  To prove I
was in control and invincible.

   I unzipped my skirt and pulled my blouse over my head and tossed them
down the stairs to the landing half way between the second and third
floors. If someone came from the hallway I could dash down and grab them,
but if anyone wanted to come up the stairs I would have no escape except to
run back down M.  Phillips -(TM)s hallway to the bathroom at the far end.
Even then, my clothes would be found and I would be stuck.  I thought a
moment.  Escape down the stairs was too easy, if someone came from the
hallway.  I hopped lightly down the stairs and grabbed the skirt, leaving
the blouse where it had landed.  Climbing back up the stairs, I tossed the
skirt out into M.  Phillips -(TM)s hallway.  Now, if anyone came from
either direction I was stuck.  Whichever way I ran I could recover one item
of clothing but not the other.

   The butterflies in my stomach were unbearable.  I lay down on the cool
linoleum and spread my legs wide, my pussy facing the doors to the hallway.
My task was to make myself come, and I could not move no matter what until
I had an orgasm.  I slid my middle finger between my lips.  The tingling
began moving quickly up my legs immediately and I realized I would come in
about two seconds.  I moved my hands to my thighs, slid them down between
my legs all the way to my asshole, felt there, then squeezed my fat outer
lips together over my clitoris.  Even that was almost too much.  I didn
-(TM)t care, I needed to come too much, when it happened.  I heard a door
open in the hallway beyond the doors.  It was too late now to change my
mind.  I could not recover my skirt if I wanted to.

   I started to jump up, I could still make it downstairs and into a
bathroom, but by sheer force of will I made myself stay down.  My heart was
beating so hard I could actually hear it as it thumped against my breasts.
I heard a hand on the door handle and I squeezed my eyes shut, spread my
legs even wider, and with the fingers of both hands pulled open my lips to
expose everything to my interloper.  I could not prevent this now and I
forced myself to do it all, to not try to cover myself at the last moment,
but to expose everything before my life as I knew it was over.

   The door opened and there was no further sound.  Nothing else happened.
My pussy was on fire in its exposure.  I opened my eyes to behold a boy
standing there, a skinny, nerdy, timid, pimply freshman.  In one hand he
held my skirt, with the other he was still holding the door, and he was
frozen.  It became clear that he would not move again without prompting.  I
motioned for him to come through the door.  I could tell I was safe.  I
could easily just get up, take my skirt from him, and walk away and never
hear about this incident again.  As I recovered my senses, though, I
realized that this was an opportunity I had been looking for -"someone to
watch me naked, with no repercussions.  I scooted back a little so I could
lean back slightly against the brick wall.  I put my fingers between my
legs again and began to rub.

   He checked through the glass in the door that no one was coming then did
something completely unexpected, not timid at all.  He unzipped his pants
and took out his cock!  Now it was my turn to be shocked.   -œOh my god, -
I whispered.  I had never seen one in real life, just on the internet.  It
was big and hard and pointed straight out toward me.  He still held my
skirt in one hand, and with the other he began to slide his hand up and
down over his cock.  I rubbed my clitoris faster and immediately an orgasm
exploded through me.  My legs writhed on the tile floor as the waves hit
me. He gasped, and he shocked me again.  He stepped toward me and tensed
and shot his come all over me!  The first wad landed on my breasts, the
second onto my stomach.  Then he took another step closer so he was
directly over me and squeezed and milked it so four or five more strings
fell from the end of his cock onto my naked stomach.  Using both hands I
spread it over my breasts and tummy like suntan lotion.  I just couldn
-(TM)t believe it; my head was swimming.

   Another door suddenly banged open in the hallway.  The boy glanced over
his shoulder, then used my skirt to wipe the remaining come from his cock,
and dropping the skirt next to me, he bounded down the stairs.  I leapt
down after him, grabbing my blouse on the way and without pausing to put on
the clothes, I continued down one more flight to the safety of my dark
alcove under the stairs.

   I was still naked, but now, after the experiences of the last couple
weeks, I felt as safe under the stairs as if I had been home in my bedroom
while my parents were at work.  I collapsed in the shadows, that unknown
boy -(TM)s come drying on my tummy.  The bell rang, and students began
stomping up and down the stairs, yelling and laughing.  I wanted to come
again, while they were going to class right above me, covered in this boy
-(TM)s come.  Rubbing it into my skin had been a mistake, because now I
couldn -(TM)t touch myself again.  It was impossible that that boy had ever
had sex, so, I thought, impossible that he would have a disease.  Surely it
would be safe to lick my fingers clean of his spunk.  Which is exactly what
I did.  Most of it had been spread around on my chest, but I could taste a
cool, mild saltiness that was not bad at all.  How insane was this?  I was
tasting come for the first time when I had not yet even touched a penis? 
That is surely not the usual order of sexual progression!

   After licking them clean, I returned my hands to my pussy.  The
footsteps pounding above me were beginning to slacken, and I could tell I
would be unable to finish before the next bell rang.  That was the second
time I had started to masturbate under the stairs between classes but had
not finished.  I wished I had my vibrator with me, it would be faster.  I
made a mental note of another rule -"from now on I must have a vibrator
with me at all times.

   Fuck it, I thought, if the bell was going to ring I wanted to go back to
where my first sexual encounter with a boy had happened.  The blouse stuck
to my breasts when I pulled it on.  I held the skirt out in the light to
examine it.  It was made of thick black fabric like denim or canvas with a
big zipper on the side (I like those big zippers).  A big smear of come was
clearly visible all across the front where the boy had wiped off his dick.
That was a turn-on as well, imagining people seeing the stain--would they
know what it was, or not know?  Either way I would know.  I slid it up over
my hips and stepped into the light.

   Several last students ran past me up the stairs rushing to reach their
classes before the bell rang.  It did ring then, and the last echoes of the
classroom door slamming closed faded away, and I was alone once again.  I
had reached the second floor.  The stairway was now empty, and I pulled my
skirt up over my hips again as I climbed the last flight to the scene of
the crime.  M.  Phillips -(TM)s hall was once again empty.  I pulled the
blouse up over my breasts and sat down this time on the edge of the stairs.
I started to rub myself again but it was no good.  After what had happened,
it was too lame to sit there with my clothes just pushed up, and I quickly
pulled them off once again and piled them on the stair beside me.  With my
feet on the edge of the stair on either side of my butt, so my pussy and
asshole were spread open, I fingered myself until I came again.

   At last the balance shifted, and I became more scared than excited, and
knew it was time to stop.  I felt a sudden urge to pee, and had a truly
wicked idea.  Why not?  I let go where I was, and watched my stream of piss
arc through the air all the way to the landing below.  I felt so nasty,
come crusted on my breasts, my pee streaming into a puddle in the middle of
the stairs where it would be inevitably discovered in about half an hour. I
was such a nasty, dirty girl, and that turned me on all over again.  I slid
my finger over my clitoris and into the warm stream of pee, something I had
never done in my entire life.  Like putting your finger over a garden hose,
it splashed in every direction, wetting my thighs, my feet, some even
splashed up onto my stomach to mix with the come.  The stream weakened
until the last dribbled over my pussy and asshole.  I stood up and surveyed
my work.  I was covered in piss and come, stark naked in my high school in
the middle of seventh hour, with a puddle of my pee rolling down a slight
slope in the landing below.  I pulled my blouse and skirt back on and
skipped down the stairs to the main floor.  (Remember, the floor of Ms. 
McEwan -(TM)s class is half underground; the main entrance, and the library
and front office, are on the middle floor of three.)

   It was now seventh hour; I had missed Mr.  Andrews -(TM)s class
entirely. Chloe, I think, had English seventh hour; so I had to wait
probably 30 minutes.  In 30 minutes students would be stomping through my
puddle of pee.  Would they recognize it as pee, or think it was spilled
water?  I couldn -(TM)t possibly go sit in study hall for 30 minutes.  I
walked across the Quad to the other side of the school, where the shop
classes, art classes, music classes, the gym, and so on, are located.  (
-œThe Quad - is a very wide hallway that connects the two halves of the
school, with benches down the middle, where students hang out during lunch
and after school.  It -(TM)s not really a quad, since it -(TM)s inside and
doesn -(TM)t really have four sides, but that -(TM)s what we call it
nonetheless.) There were three cheerleaders, a black girl and two blonds,
painting a sign for an assembly.  (Some kids seem not to actually have
classes -"they seem to spend all their time on school spirit.) They stared
at me and I stared back at them.  They stared at my bare feet then looked
at each other.  My thighs were still wet with urine, which made me smile at
them mischievously.  They smiled back uncertainly then went back to their
bottles of tempera paint that the rest of us had left for good in grade
school.

   I went into the auditorium (the side door is usually unlocked) and sat
down in the dark and thought about the day.  It was all so fucking amazing
I didn -(TM)t know where to begin.  The images rushed over each other,
crowding in.  I had masturbated, twice, in the middle of a hallway.  (Well,
I corrected myself, it was actually the stairway.  I made a note that I had
not yet masturbated in the hallway, and would have to do so.) I had seen my
first ever cock.  I had watched a boy masturbate.  He had come all over me.
For the first time a boy had seen me naked.  (Chloe and Mary had both seen
me naked before, so that wasn -(TM)t new; in fact both had watched me
come.) But the boy was a complete stranger, and he had watched me come too.
It occurred to me that he was sitting in class somewhere right now thinking
about me.  Was he going to tell?  I didn -(TM)t think so.  I actually was
quite confident that he would never tell anyone.  And on top of that, I had
tasted come for the first time.  And then, I had peed all over the floor!
And I had walked down the hallway, past those three cheerleaders, with that
come and urine drying on my skin and my skirt.  In the past, after a crazy
adventure I cooled it for several days.  But I wasn -(TM)t feeling that
this time.  After resting for 20 minutes I was feeling a desperate urge for
more.  I walked back to the Quad and slowly approached the cheerleaders. 
They stopped working and stared at me again.  I don -(TM)t know what I had
in mind, but the bell rang and the spell was broken.  I went to find Chloe
and she drove me home.



   I could not sleep at all that night.  Â When I got home I took a shower
and used my big rubber dildo and the small pink vibrator until my clitoris
was numb -"I finally stopped when I literally couldn -(TM)t feel the
vibrations anymore.  In the evening I tried to distract myself by reading,
doing homework, I even watched TV awhile with my parents.  Â But the second
my head hit the pillow at midnight I was wide awake.  Â I lay there a long
time thinking about the day, and about my new rule to keep a vibrator with
me at all times.  Â I didn -(TM)t want to take the one I had with me to
school; I thought I should have a separate one for my purse and one for my
room.  Â And I was also thinking about the display at that sex shop with
the handcuffs.  Â By 2:30 my parents were long asleep, and I crept out of
bed and downstairs.Â  Â  My dad always got up very early.  Â When I was
little I would wake up too, and he and I would sneak out of the house and
get breakfast at the restaurant while the whole city was still asleep.  Â I
-(TM)ve always loved nighttime and early morning because of those times,
everything is so quiet and peaceful.  Â Dad always parked his car in the
driveway, not the garage, and he taught me how to put the car in neutral
and roll it down the driveway and away from the house before starting it,
so the noise would not wake up Mom.Â  Â  Sneaking out now by myself, I didn
-(TM)t know if I would be strong enough to move the car, but when I put it
in neutral, it started to roll slowly down the drive by itself.  Â There
was a moment of panic when I found out the wheels don -(TM)t turn when the
engine is not running, but I pulled hard with both hands and managed to get
the car pointing down the hill, and then I was quietly and safely away.Â 
Â  Mary had described where the girl-friendly sex shop was located, but I
had in my head the vision of exactly what was on display at the one we had
went to, and I wanted to go back there.  Â It would be 3AM by the time I
got to the store, and I guessed even perverts go home and to bed at some
point.  Â As long as I was alone with the guy in the booth, I thought it
would be fine.Â  Â  There were three cars in the parking lot.  Â Okay, I
told myself, I will just peek in.  Â If they are creepy I can turn around
and leave.  Â This time it wasn -(TM)t that 300-pound guy in the
bullet-proof booth, it was a really skanky older woman, maybe 45, with
stringy blond hair and roots, and the unhealthy skin of a lifetime of
smoking.  Â She was smoking when I came in; the smoke was actually clouding
around her head, unable to escape the glass booth.Â  Â  Opening the door
and poking my head inside, I couldn -(TM)t see anyone else, so I stepped in
tentatively.  Â It seemed to be empty.  Â I glanced furtively at the woman
in the booth, who I could tell was staring at me, and headed along the left
wall.  Â I was breathing hard and sweating -"the feeling was not unlike
what I felt at school, except this was much more fear and only a tinge of
excitement.  Â As I approached the handcuff rack, I finally saw other
patrons.  Â At the very back of the store is a dark doorway, with a neon
sign saying  -œvideo booths. - Â One man was standing right at the
doorway, leaning against the jam, his hands in his pockets.  Â He was not
old, not shabby, and not bad looking.  Â The second guy was deeper into the
gloom, looking at a colorful display on the wall, apparently a listing of
the videos playing in the booths.  Â He was pudgier than the first, and a
little greasier.Â  Â  Both men looked at me as I started down the aisle,
and I froze, goosebumps forming on my arms.  Â The younger guy stood up
straighter, and seemed close to making the decision to approach me, then
changed his mind and turned toward the pudgy guy.  Â The latter looked at
the younger guy, then went into the nearest booth.  Â The younger guy
glanced over his shoulder at me, then followed the first guy into the
booth. Â Okay, so I was deeply into a world that I had no business ever
even witnessing, let alone standing in the middle of, at 3AM, when no one
in the world (except these three) knew where I was, dressed in a velour
sweat-suit with nothing on underneath.Â  Â  Insanely, my fear mixed with
excitement.  Â When I first caught sight of the two guys I had almost
turned and fled back to my car.  Â But now that they had gone into a booth,
the threat subsided some, and I thought again about the reason I was here.
Â If I left empty-handed, I would just have to come back or go without, and
if I came back it probably wouldn -(TM)t get any better, and I didn -(TM)t
want to bring Mary.  Â It wasn -(TM)t that I thought Mary would judge -"I
was 99% sure that Mary would love to help me with anything I wanted to do,
the pervier the better.  Â But it wasn -(TM)t as dirty, wasn -(TM)t as
dangerous, to have a friend along to make it safe.Â  Â  The handcuffs were
directly to my left, and I turned toward the display.  Â I could tell out
of the corner of my eye that the clerk was watching me, maybe even ogling
me?  Â I wished she weren -(TM)t so skanky.Â  Â  The thing I had come here
to see wasn -(TM)t the handcuffs, it was what was next to the handcuffs
-"the latex hood on the mannequin.  Â I was embarrassed to look at it while
the woman was watching me, but realized how ludicrous that was.  Â Let her
look.  Â I deliberately reached up and unzipped my top a couple of
inches.Â  Â  The hood was amazing.  Â I felt myself getting wet without any
specific reason why.  Â It was shiny black, of course, with three zippers.
Â One across the mouth, one across each eye.  Â Those zippers I love! 
Â Two tiny holes for the nose.  Â And in the back a long row of laces that
looked like wrestling shoes.  Â Laced up and with the zippers closed, the
only skin visible above the neck would be through the nose holes. 
Â Several boxes with pictures of the hood were on the shelf behind the
mannequin, and I picked one up and put it on the floor next to me.  Â I was
tingling now at the thought of getting home to my room, but I wanted to
look at the rest of the displays to see what else there was.Â  Â  I grabbed
another 5 - pink vibrator for my purse at school, then thought I should
get another dildo for my purse as well.  Â The one I had at home was too
long for my purse, but I found a really nice thick one that was jet black
to go with the hood.  Â It was 8 - long and had big veins and a big head
and I thought it would fit perfectly into my . . .  purse.Â  Â  Past the
vibrators were some odd-shaped dildos -"shorter, and bulbous.  I had seen
this before on the internet -"butt plugs.  Â They were tapered at the top,
got much thicker then suddenly narrow again.  Â When you put it in your
butt, your hole had to stretch wide, then it would close again around the
narrow part and would not come out again without real effort.  Â They were
designed not for sliding in and out, but for putting in and staying . . .
maybe even walking around with.  Â It would be so disgusting, so fucking
dirty to put one of these inside my ass, and to walk around school with it?
Â To be lectured by M.  Phillips while I felt that thing in my asshole? 
Â What did it feel like?  Â Now I was seriously wet.  Â I glanced up at the
lady in the booth again; she had gone back to reading her magazine.  Â I
glanced quickly to the right, toward the video booths, then unzipped my top
just below my breasts and reached in to pinch my nipple.  Â This was so
crazy, I wanted to masturbate right there!  Â Watching the lady out of the
corner of my eye, I slid my hand into the waist of my pants, just quickly,
and flicked my clitoris, sending a jolt through my body.Â  Â  The butt
plugs, like the dildos, came in all shapes and sizes.  Â One jumped out at
me, it was perfect.  Â It was small, three inches long, yet medium width.
Â What I loved was the very en d.  Â At the bottom of the narrow part was a
wider flat circular part, the base, and inside the base was embedded a
sparkly one-inch wide jewel like a diamond.Â 



   I gathered up the three boxes and the big black cock and dropped them
into the drawer embedded in the glass booth along with my credit card. 
Â Up close the woman wasn -(TM)t that bad looking, she had probably even
been pretty once twenty years ago, but all that smoke and who knows what
had ruined her skin.  Â I leaned against the edge of the counter and
reached up surreptitiously and unzipped my top the rest of the way, so it
was still covering my breasts but my tummy was exposed.  Â I noticed a
display of bottles to the right that said  -œpersonal lubricant. - Â I
selected a big vibrator-shaped blue bottle and dropped it into the drawer
also.  Â Still leaning against the counter so my body was hidden beneath my
breasts, and checking behind me to make sure no one was there, I pushed
down my pants over my hips and slid both hands over my round ass.  Â I
spread my ass cheeks apart pushed against my butthole with one finger.  It
was too dry.  Â Acting like I was intently watching her ring things up, I
reached down further till I felt my wetness, then pulled it back over the
butthole and pushed.  Â Now with the aid of my pussy juice, my finger was
able to slide into my butthole.  Â The woman pushed the drawer back toward
me with a pen and the credit slip for me to sign.  Â I glanced behind me
again, still no one, and took the pen and signed awkwardly with one hand
while I pushed a finger of my other hand in and out of my butt.Â  Â  She
pulled the drawer back.  Â I was done, the car was just outside.  Â I
pushed my pants the rest of the way down and stepped out of them. 
Â Instinctively glancing behind me once again, adrenaline shot through me
as the younger guy emerged from the gloom and stared right at my naked ass.
Â The woman still had not given me my purchases so I could not run out the
door.  Â She seemed to be going deliberately slowly, and glanced into the
paper bag one more time to make sure everything was there as I could hear
the guy walk up behind me.  Â She finally dropped the bag into the drawer
and pushed it toward me.  Â I grabbed it and rushed through the out door,
still naked from the waist down.  Â The cinderblock building is in the
middle of a gravel parking lot, set back about fifty feet from a frontage
road along the highway, but this late the night was silent.  Â I ran to the
corner of the building and looked back to see if the guy was going to
follow me, but nothing happened; he had decided to stay inside.Â  Â  My car
was parked on the side of the building, about thirty feet from where I
stood.  Â I hit the unlock button on the key and the car -(TM)s lights
flashed.  Â I was safe.  Â That was the scariest thing that had ever
happened to me, and I felt fantastic.  Â That guy had seen my naked ass, he
-(TM)d probably seen me sliding my finger into my asshole!  Â Literally no
one in the world knew where I was, or even who I was except for my credit
card.  Â I stuffed my pants, which I -(TM)d been holding in one hand, into
the bag, then pulled off my top and stuffed it into the bag also, and
except for my flip-flops I was naked in front of a porn store at probably
4AM.  Â The cool air felt wonderful on my puffy nipples and my ass and my
legs.  Â I looked down at my body in the yellow streetlight, completely
exposed for the world to see.  Â I walked slowly toward the car, looking at
myself and my sharp shadow on the gravel.  Â I put the bag on the passenger
seat and started the car.  Â My pussy was dripping and I was glad the seats
were leather not fabric.Â  Â  I drove all the way home naked.  Â It was
4:30 when I switched off the lights and swung into the driveway.  Â I was
worried about waking up my parents when I opened the front door, but no way
I was going to put on clothes again tonight.  Â I was as quiet as I could,
and got into my room without hearing them stir.Â  Â  I sat against my bed
on the floor and examined all my new treasures.  Â I took each of them out
of their boxes and laid them on the carpet between my legs.  Â I started
with the hood.  Â I pulled it over my face and cinched the laces tight and
tied them in a bow.  Â The zippers were undone, and I used my phone to take
a movie all the way around my head so I could see it from all angles.  Â It
was beautiful, so hot, so severe and scary.  Â Only my hair curled out from
under the neck.  Â I zipped up the mouth then one eye then the other until
I was encased in blackness and silence.  Â I lay there, feeling the
restriction, imagining if someone came in right now.  Â I ran my hands over
every inch of my body.  Â I unzipped the eye holes, leaving the mouth
closed, and examined the butt plug next.  Â I opened the lubrication and
squirted some liberally onto my hand.  Â I scooted my butt down more toward
my feet, raising my knees, so my asshole was off the carpet, and I
slathered the lube onto my asshole, running one finger up and down and then
curling it inside, feeling the tight rings of muscle squeeze the finger. 
Â I squirted more lube onto the plug, spread it evenly, and pushing my butt
down more and relaxing as much as I could, I pushed the tip against the
opening.  Â The first little bit, where it is narrow, slid right in, but
then it got harder to push as it got wider.  Â I slid it in and out,
pushing a little more each time, until my ass felt wide open, really wide,
like it couldn -(TM)t go any more.  Â I pushed one more time and suddenly
the plug was sucked in as my asshole muscles slid past the wide part and
closed around the narrow part.  Â It was in!  Â I moved my butt around but
really couldn -(TM)t feel anything inside, except my butthole felt open. 
Â When I tensed my asshole it squeezed pleasantly against the smooth black
plastic.  Â When I pulled in with the muscles, I could feel the base of the
plug pull snug against my asshole.  Â I had to see.  Â I got onto my hands
and knees, then lowered myself so my head and shoulders were pushed into
the carpet and my ass was in the air.  Â I started the recorder on my phone
again and held it behind me, then looked.  Â It was fantastic, just what I
had imagined.  Â There was my smooth pussy between my legs, same as always,
but above that, where normally I would see my puckered asshole, was a large
sparkly jewel!Â  Â  I climbed into bed and lay on my side with my knees
drawn up so I could feel my jeweled asshole sticking out, and reaching
behind me slid my knew black cock into my pussy as far as it would go. 
Â In that position, on my side, it really filled me up.  Â I left it there,
and felt my ass, and the jewel against my asshole, and the end of the dildo
sticking out of my pussy, then I turned on my new vibrator and held it
against my clitoris until I came.  Â I was sleepy at last -"it was 5AM
after all, my dad would be getting up soon.  Â Could I sleep like this? 
Â A dildo in my pussy and a butt plug in my ass, with the hood covering my
face?Â  Â  I zipped up each eye hole, then unzipped the mouth so I could
breathe.  Â The answer to my question was yes, because the next thing I
knew my alarm was going off, and it was 7AM.  Â The dildo was on the bed,
my pussy must have pushed it out in the night, but the butt plug was still
in place.  Â I untied the laces and pulled off the hood.  Â My face and
hair and the inside of the hood were wet with sweat; it probably wouldn
-(TM)t be a good idea to sleep like that anymore.  Â I reached between my
legs and grabbed the end of the butt plug and pulled.  Â There was a lot of
resistance as the muscles had to stretch over the wide part, then it
suddenly popped out into my hand.Â  Â  I could hear my mom in the kitchen
making breakfast, so walked naked into the bathroom with my new toys to
wash them before school.  Â I had a plan for that hood, it worked both
ways.Â 



   I chose a knee-length white cotton summer dress with spaghetti straps,
and stuffed my new dildo and new vibrator, and the black latex hood and the
handcuffs, into my purse, which now had little room for anything else!  Â I
dropped the butt plug in also, but then took it back out.  Â As excited as
I got when people looked at my bare feet, or my nipples, my knees shook
imagining them staring at me while I had this butt plug secretly up my ass.
Â I lifted the skirt over my hips and turned my ass toward the full-length
mirror propped against the wall.  Â I took both hands and spread open my
ass so I could see the little puckered skin around the hole above my pussy.
Â I squirted more lube on my fingers and spread it all around my asshole,
pushing one finger in and out several times, then rubbed my slick hand up
and down over the butt plug, and bending over and looking over my shoulder
into the mirror, I pushed the plug slowly into my asshole until it popped
past the wide part and the base was snug against the puckered skin.  Â I
had never thought much about my asshole before yesterday, but I was just
loving this new toy.  Â I spread my ass with both hands and admired the
beautiful sparkly jewel that was now set just above my pussy.  Â It was so
dirty, so raunchy, and so secret.  Â The thought of someone discovering it
lodged in my ass, if I was in an accident, say, and they had to undress me
at the hospital and there was a butt plug stuck up my ass, how humiliating!
Â How embarrassing!  Â My legs were tingly and shaking again.  Â I let go
of my ass cheeks and straightened.  Â I could feel the edges of the base
cutting into my ass a little bit, not uncomfortably, but definitely
noticeable.Â  Â  Chloe -(TM)s car pull into the driveway and I ran out to
greet her.  Â The day was darkly overcast, and half way to school the sky
lit up with violent lightning, thunder crashed, and a sudden deluge
erupted. Â We couldn -(TM)t see ten feet in front of us the rest of the way
to school.  Â It was the kind of rain that soaked you through in the ten
seconds it took to run from your car to the door.  Â And I was wearing one
thin white cotton dress and absolutely nothing else (except, of course, the
toy lodged in my ass).Â  Â  By the time we got to school, the parking lot
was a miniature lake.  Â When I stepped out of the car the warm water came
up to my ankles.  Â It was like stepping into a shower.  Â I closed the
door and looked down.  Â The dress had disappeared.  Â Except for the
straps and the seams, which were a little thicker, the white cotton was
plastered to my body and completely transparent, only one white patch where
it stretched across my bellybutton.Â  Â   -œJesus Christ, Zoe! - Â Chloe
exclaimed.  Â  -œYou might as well be naked! - Â The puffy pinkness of my
swollen nipples was clearly visible, as was the smooth skin above my pussy;
I could even see a small dimple at the top of my lips.  Â  -œDo you want me
to take you home to change? - Â I looked over the roofs of the cars to the
school a hundred yards away, imagined the students teeming through the
hallways.  Â  -œIt -(TM)s too late, Chloe, - I said.  Â  -œI think I will
dry off. -Â  Â  The rain was quite warm and pleasant, and I walked beside
Chloe, looking down, admiring my body.  Â Whenever a bubble formed under
the material I would try to smooth it out, so by the time we reached the
doors every inch of skin was clearly visible; I could even see the three
small moles I have on my left nipple.  Â We had arrived just a few minutes
before the bell rang, and had not seen any other students on our way to the
door.  Â Chloe tried again.  Â  -œZoe, you can -(TM)t go in like that. 
Â You will be a laughing stock.  Â Everyone -(TM)s going to be whispering
about you. - Â I think my mouth opened a little; I felt a tingle between
my legs.  Â I looked again at the door and said,  -œLet -(TM)s go. -Â  Â 
The door here entered into a landing in the stairway at the bottom corner
of the arboretum, diagonal from Ms.  McEwan -(TM)s room, half way between
the first and second floor.  Â This was a fairly low-traffic spot, and at
the moment no one else was in the stairwell, although we could clearly hear
students yelling and locker doors slamming just out of sight.  Â (Just
below our feet was the alcove where I had hidden my handcuff keys that
day.) Â Chloe had to go down, to science class, but I had to go up.  Â My
first hour was art class, which was at the far corner of the school, on the
other side of the arboretum, then across the Quad and the to the other side
of the auditorium.  Â Chloe looked at me again, worried.  Â  -œI -(TM)m
just going to stand here a minute, - I told her,  -œI -(TM)ll be all
right. - Â  She waved good-bye and headed down the stairs.Â  Â  When she
had disappeared around the corner I climbed the stairs to the next landing
and peaked out the window in the door there.  Â The hallway was a throng of
activity, students at their lockers, talking, walking to class.  Â This was
the hallway where my locker was located, and where those boys ridiculed me
for not wearing shoes.  Â I didn -(TM)t see anyone I knew at the moment,
but it was inevitable that someone out there knew me -"this row of lockers
were all eleventh graders, and I -(TM)d been going to school with a lot of
them since kindergarten!  Â I looked down at my body again.  Â The fabric
was no longer shiny with excess water, but it was still fully drenched and
plastered to my skin.  Â I pushed the cool fabric between my legs and
against my pussy.  Â I had ridden all the way to school in Chloe -(TM)s car
with the car seat pushing the butt plug into my ass, and I could feel it
with every step I took.  Â Was it visible through the wet material on my
ass?  Â I reached behind me and pushed the dress between my ass cheeks,
pushed on the jewel.  Â The dress was now wedged between my ass cheeks, and
between my legs.  Â I could not tell if the jewel was visible or not.Â  Â 
I was trembling.  Â With one shaky hand I pushed open the door and stepped
into the hall.  Â Immediately a nerdy girl with glasses at the locker right
next to the door noticed me.  Â She froze, her mouth hanging open.  Â Then
a group of  -œalternative - kids on the other side of the hall saw me. 
Â A girl with black spiked hair, heavy eye make-up, and jeans shorts over
ripped fishnet stockings (seriously, she had to know exactly what I was
feeling) nudged her friend, a Sid Vicious look-alike, dog collar with
padlock and everything.  Â I realized these were the kids I should probably
be hanging out with!  Â Sid looked me up and down, right over my breasts,
down to the cleft in my pussy.  Â My hands instinctively moved to cover
myself but I willed them to stay by my sides.  Â Three people were now
looking at my naked body.  Â I walked behind a kid in front of me oblivious
to the sight behind him, to my locker.  Â I opened it quickly and leaned
inside, hoping for a brief respite, but my ass was just as visible, just as
exposed, and I heard a deep voice behind me say,  -œholy shit. - Â  -œDamn
girl, - another voice chimed in.  Â I looked over my shoulder to see a
fast-growing crowd of jocks gathering behind me, looking right at my ass.
Â I clenched my muscles, felt the butt plug pull into my ass -"could they
see it?  Â What if I arched my back and spread my legs just a little?  Â 
-œJesus, - a third one said.Â 



   My skin was on fire; I felt my face heat and flush.  Â I looked over my
shoulder at them; it now looked like the whole football team, the smallest
one was about twice my size, and I turned slowly to face them.  Â Other
students, too absorbed with their own imagined dramas, passed around and
between the jocks and me as they stared at my breasts, at my smooth pussy
through the see-through dress.  Â I imagined pulling the spaghetti straps
off my shoulders.  Â  -œZoe?  Â What -(TM)s going on? - Â It was Kristin,
a girl I grew up with, a rival maybe.  Â We weren -(TM)t enemies, exactly,
but we were definitely not friends.  Â She had seen the jocks bearing down
on me and went in to protect me from a sense of sisterhood.  Â  -œI got
caught in the rain, - I told her.  Â She glanced down and her face twisted
into an expression of unbridled disgust that made a rivulet of pussy juice
roll down my already damp thigh.  Â  -œYeah, right, without underwear, huh?
- Â The guys laughed.  Â  -œOr shoes? - she added, and the guys laughed
more, nudging each other in the ribs.  Â  -œWhat, do you want to be seen
naked? - Â That was the thing that I craved, that someoneÂ knowsÂ what a
dirty little whore I am, that this wasn -(TM)t an accident at all.  Â I
closed my eyes and gasped, and resisted a strong urge to pull my dress over
my hips.  Â  -œJust do it, - I told myself firmly, and grabbed the hem of
the skirt.Â  Â   -œWHAT -(TM)S GOING ON HERE? -Â  Â  Ms.  Clark, my
algebra teacher.  Â One of those teachers that made even jocks cower, the
only blight on my otherwise quite enjoyable schedule, forty-five, severe,
thin and ugly.  Â Kids called her Bark, Clark (yes, with the comma), the
cruel and random joke being that she had a Saint Bernard dog at home that
ate her out every night.  Â The jocks dispersed, suddenly remembering the
history books they needed from their lockers -"lockers that were all, this
morning at least, directly across from mine.  Â A line of broad shoulders
hunched over the row of combination locks, but the thick necks and tiny
heads remained cocked toward me.Â  Â  I looked down to avoid her eyes,
blushing further, but doing so allowed me to stand there, in the middle of
the hall, and soak in every detail of my almost-naked breasts, the outline
of my puffy nipples clearly visible.  Â With the hand that was away from
Ms. Clark, between my side and the open locker door, I lifted my hem
slightly and felt the clammy, goose-bumped flesh of my hip.  Â Kristin,
realizing her authority in the situation, adopted the attitude of a full-on
cunt and began tattling to Clark.  Â As Clark -(TM)s scowl bore down on
every detail of my exposed body, I ran my fingers along the crease at the
bottom of my ass, inward, and pulling slightly, hardly moving my arm at
all, I was able to touch the jewel still embedded in my ass.  Â Pushing on
it, I raised my eyes toward Clark and Kristin.  Â  -œAnd look, Ms.  Clark,
- Kristin finished,  -œshe -(TM)s not even wearing underwear! -Â  Â  By
this time more students, who had not wanted to be noticed when it was only
the jocks, had stopped behind Ms.  Clark and Kristin to watch.  Â Kristin
-(TM)s last comment raised a flurry of whispers and nudges.  Â I could
hardly even breathe anymore; my heart was pounding in my chest; the pussy
juice was running down my thighs.  Â I realized everyone could actually see
my pussy juice, but they would not realize it because of the rain water,
and that made me tingle even more.  Â I moved my right hand (the one closer
to the crowd) in front of my pussy, ostensibly to conceal it, but cupped it
outright, my fingers curling inward.  Â I had caught the skirt just right,
and the very tips of my fingers brushed against my distended inner lips. 
Â I stifled a gasp, but now one hand was touching my pussy, the other
fingering the butt plug in my asshole, in front of a crowd of students. 
Â I tried to act shy while I flicked my lips right in front of them, half
hoping they could see that even this was just an act.Â 



   Then Ms.  Clark did something unbelievable.  Â She stepped toward me and
seized both my wrists and yanked them away from my sides, saying sternly, 
-œIs this true, young lady? - Â As she yanked I curled my fingers and
caught the hem of my dress and as she pulled up on my wrists the hem came
with it so the entire crowd, even the jocks, who were now facing the scene
again, could see that indeed no panties covered my smooth, bare, dripping
pussy.  Â Realizing what she had done Ms.  Clark herself immediately
released my hands and pushed the skirt back down.  Â  -œSee, Ms.  Clark? 
Â She -(TM)s so . . .  dirty! -Â  Â  I could hardly contain myself any
longer.  Â I gasped audibly, my knees shook.  Â Kristin had just accused me
of being a dirty girl in front of the whole school, and they saw it! 
Â They saw how dirty I was, my bare pussy, no underwear in the middle of
school.  Â Oh my god, just barely out of sight for all to see was a vulgar
sex toy lodged into my asshole!  Â It was right there, if Ms.  Clark had
just spun me around.Â  Â  The bell rang, and Ms.  Clark clapped her hands
and sharply commanded the students to get to class.  Â  -œNone of you have
any excuse for being late! - Â They did as they were told and reluctantly
shuffled off, except Kristin, who lingered, apparently thinking of herself
as an accident witness whose testimony might be needed.  Â  -œYou too, Ms.
Beecham, - Clark told her.  Â  -œNow, young lady, where should you be now?
- Â  -œArt class, - I told her,  -œMs.  Drake -(TM)s class. -Â  Â  
-œWhat were you thinking, girl?  Â You can -(TM)t walk around school like
that! - Â  -œMs.  Clark, it started raining on the way to school!  Â There
was nothing I could do! - Â  -œI -(TM)m going to talk to your parents. 
Â They can -(TM)t let you come to school dressed like this.  Â What got
into you?  Â I thought you were a good girl. - Â  -œI don -(TM)t know, Ms.
Clark.  Â It was just this one time!  Â It was kind of . . .  exciting to
think about, but it was stupid!  Â I will never do it again! - Â My
fingers crept back and found the toy in my ass once again.  Â I shifted my
legs slightly, and tugged a little on the plug, feeling the pressure on the
inside of my asshole.  Â  -œExciting!  Â To have the whole class think you
are a whore? - Â My eyes closed again involuntarily.  Â I wished
desperately I could touch my clitoris while she berated me.  Â  -œNo, it
was really stupid!  Â I will never do it again, I promise.  Â Please just
let me go this time. - Â  -œBut you can -(TM)t walk around school dressed
like this!  Â Do you have a sweater or something? - Â  -œMs.  Clark, it
will be okay, look, it -(TM)s almost dry. - Â Wickedly, I reached up with
both hands and cupped my breasts, pinched my nipples and pulled on them so
the fabric peeled away from my skin.  Â  -œI -(TM)ll use the hand drier in
the bathroom to dry it off.  Â The fabric is very thick when it -(TM)s dry.
-Â  Â  I moved my hand back to my ass, but this time Ms.  Clark saw me. 
Â  -œWhat do you have there? - she asked, spinning me around.  Â 
-œNothing! - I exclaimed.  Â She actually patted down my ass like a cop,
if she had just pushed a little more her fingers would have brushed against
the jewel.  Â  -œAll right.  Â I don -(TM)t want to embarrass you anymore
than you -(TM)ve already embarrassed yourself.  Â I think you have probably
been punished enough.  Â But if I ever see you dressed like this again I
will be calling your parents. -Â  Â   -œThank you, Ms.  Clark, - I said
meekly, slammed my locker, and jogged down the hallway.  Â  -œWhere are
your shoes! - Ms.  Clark yelled right as I turned the corner.  Â I did not
pause, but ran full speed up the hallway at the side of the arboretum,
stopping at the corner before the front hallway and the Quad.Â  Â  I was
now at the stairwell the top of which was where I had peed and masturbated
the day before (only a few hours before!).  Â There was of course exactly
zero question in my mind that I was going to masturbate, the question was
where.  Â Part of me wanted to return to the scene of the crime and do it
again, but another part felt something new was in order.  Â I realized I
was running out of places to go!  Â I -(TM)d been in the practice rooms,
the stairwells, the auditorium (although I had not masturbated there yet),
I -(TM)d walked come-drenched across the Quad.  Â The gym?  Â The pool? 
Â Glancing out the windows of the Quad, I decided.  Â The Quad is like a
bridge, there are no class rooms underneath, it is an open concrete
sidewalk with pillars to hold up the span.  Â Beyond this sidewalk on one
side was an open field that led to the back of the school and the sports
fields.  Â On the other side was a kind of grotto or sunken garden between
the sidewalk and the circular drive at the front of the school.  Â From
inside the garden, the drive was ten feet overhead on one side, the Quad on
the other.Â  Â  I went down the stairs and out to a bench right below the
Quad, with its back facing toward the sports fields behind, which were
empty because of the rain.  Â The rain had stopped now, and the sun was
peaking out, and the air was muggy and still.  Â The bench was still wet.
Â I gathered my skirt around my hips and sat down.  Â The recent rain and
my white dress were creating a problem.  Â A see-through dress would dry,
but a dirty dress would look terrible.  Â I looked around again, this
garden was peaceful and quiet, and although there were two thousand
students within 200 yards of this spot, some even crossing right overhead,
none would be looking down here.  Â After the heavy rain, I was quite sure
no one would be coming out any time soon.  Â I hung my dress on the knob of
a water fountain next to the bench, and opened my purse on the bench beside
me.Â  Â  First I turned on the camera on my cell phone and lifted my bare
feet to the edge of the bench.  Â By holding the phone under my ass and
leaning forward, I could see the image of the butt plug still lodged in my
asshole, where it had been all morning as a hundred students looked at my
almost naked body.  Â I gingerly grabbed the edges of the base with my
fingers and pulled, and watched with fascination as the edge of my asshole
strained and stretched then suddenly opened and the toy popped out into my
hand.  Â My little pink asshole closed neatly where the jewel had been. 
Â I dropped the phone back in my purse and held the butt plug up to my face
and examined it minutely, with fascination.  Â I took out the black dildo
and leaned down again to watch as its head rubbed up and down between my
lips, then the whole thick thing slid slowly into my pussy.  Â With my feet
still up on the bench like that I felt so full.  Â Finally I switched on my
new little vibrator and pressed it against my clitoris.  Â I never made it
to art class.  Â I was right, the garden was peaceful and undisturbed, and
for the whole rest of the hour I fucked and vibrated myself to orgasm. 
Â The first two or three of course were intense and quick, but then I lay
back and took my time exploring my open pussy in the front yard of the
school.  Â Part of me, I am sure, wanted to be caught again, but I knew I
wouldn -(TM)t be.  Â This was a fantastically quiet and private place in
the middle of the bustling school.  Â When the distant bell finally
sounded, I quickly slipped on my now dry dress and headed back into the
building.Â 



   I braced myself to be ridiculed, but it didn -(TM)t happen, at least not
yet.  Â Instead what everyone was talking about was the announcement the
principal had made during first hour, an announcement that I had somehow
missed.  Â When I got to Mr.  Brzezinski -(TM)s class for physics, my
friend Leslie asked me if I had heard.  Â I thought at first she must be
talking about me, but that didn -(TM)t make sense.  Â Rather, the principal
had gotten on the PA system to lecture the whole school, en masse, because
someone had peed in the stairwell after school yesterday!  Â Of course, I
thought to myself, it was actually during sixth hour, not after school. 
Â The principal apparently assumed it was some kind of prank, maybe the
jocks, but they had no way of finding out, so he had no choice but to try
to shame the entire school because I had pissed, while completely naked and
covered with come, from the third floor landing onto the stairs below. 
Â The whole school was talking about what I had done!Â  Â  Even after my
hour-long session in the garden, Leslie -(TM)s story had me excited again.
Â I sit in the back row in Mr.  Brzezinski -(TM)s class also, so it was
quite simple for me to finger myself during class.  Â I did so for the
first half hour, not really trying to make myself come, until, at 9:45, I
felt the urge to pee.  Â For five minutes I contemplated whether I could do
it right where I sat.  Â Could I do it quietly enough, maybe just a little
bit, so no one would notice?  Â I almost decided to try just a little
squirt but I thought, what if I can -(TM)t stop?  Â (I had never tried that
before.) Â Instead I went to the front of the class and told Mr. 
Brzezinski I had to go pee.  Â He looked at me a little surprised, as the
normal thing to say is to ask permission to go to the bathroom, but he
nodded.Â  Â  My mind raced to calculate whether I would be blamed.  Â I had
just left to go to the bathroom.  Â On the other hand, they will not be
able to pinpoint when it happened.  Â Then I realized that even though I
had just been lectured by Ms.  Clark that morning, there was no way she
would connect my coming to school with no panties on to what I was about to
do, piss all over the floor.Â  Â  I turned to the left, to the stairs where
Chloe and I had come in that morning, the same stairs where I had ended my
handcuffed adventure.  Â The best spot, I decided, was the top of those
stairs.  Â They were the furthest stairs in the whole building, and on the
third floor they were only accessed by the students on that side hall (the
one opposite M.  Phillips -(TM)s class).  Â The fantastic detail of these
stairs was that above the exit door, the whole stairway was lined with
floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the parking lot where Chloe was
parked, and the busy street beyond.  Â As I climbed to the third-floor
landing I pulled off my dress and hung it on the banister out of the way.
Â Looking quickly out into the third-floor hall to make sure no one was
coming, I lay down flat on my back, with my pussy on the edge of the
stairs, exposed to the windows and the cars passing in the distance, and my
feet resting down one, and let go, peeing in the hallway again for the
second time in less than a day.  Â I loved that the principal was angry
about what I had done.  Â I pushed down with my muscles and the strong
stream reached almost to the windows.  Â With both hands I began rubbing my
pussy vigorously, causing the strong stream of piss to splash in every
direction, my thighs and feet again, even my tummy.  Â When it was done, I
and the stairs were covered in piss.  Â This dress wasn -(TM)t like my
black skirt--the pee would surely cause a stain.  Â I had no choice. 
Â That was my punishment.  Â If people were investigating who was peeing on
the floor, let them see a yellow stain on my dress and wonder.Â  Â  I
hopped down the stairs and back to class, my thighs now slick with my
urine.Â  Â  Nothing happened third hour (except Ms.  Clark glared at me the
whole class), but fourth hour the PA speaker exploded with the bellowing
voice of the principal.  Â Someone had peed in the stairwell AGAIN!  Â The
whole class erupted in laughter.  Â By now everyone was sure it was the
football team, but of course they had no proof.Â  Â  Fifth hour, French
class, the grapevine finally wound its way back to me, and Samantha, the
girl I sat next to, said to me,  -œZoe?  Â Everyone is talking about you.
Â Did you not wear underwear? - Â I shook my head.  Â  -œYou -(TM)re in
big trouble. - Â Class started and she had to stop talking.  Â Sure
enough, I saw one girl in front of the class pass the boy next to her a
note, and he turned and looked at me over his shoulder.  Â He passed the
note on, and one by one each person in class read the note then looked at
me and smirked.  Â They were all laughing at me.  Â A month ago it would
have ended my life, but I sat there basking in their stares, knowing that,
indeed, my pussy was bare under the dress.  Â The rest of the day was like
a gauntlet as I walked slowly down the halls, through throngs of
whispering, nudging, glaring students.  Â I was a little disappointed that
none said anything to me directly.  Â Because of the excitement of the day,
though, I was spent.Â 



   Chloe called me Friday night to ask if I wanted to go to a movie.  Â I
said sure.  Â We decided on Black Swan, which had been playing for a couple
months now but neither of us had seen yet.  Â The next showing wasn -(TM)t
until 10:30PM.  Â I slipped on a dress and waited outside for her to pick
me up.Â  Â  The theater was a giant multiplex with like 20 screens, ten on
each side down two hallways going off in either direction from the
concession stand in the middle.  Â The movie was playing all the way at the
end of the hallway to the left.  Â The theater itself was small, only about
15 rows above the aisle that cut across from one exit to the other. 
Â Because we were so early, we found the theater in that strange situation
where the regular overhead lights were on, lighting the theater brightly
like a regular room.  Â The theater was entirely empty, but the workers
-(TM) brooms and garbage cans were sitting near one exit.Â  Â   -œWow,
Chloe, we -(TM)re all alone! - Â I said,  -œLet -(TM)s sit in the back. -
Â I ran up the stairs to the very back row, right under the window to the
projection booth, and she followed.Â  Â  As she sat down next to me and put
her feet up on the seat in front of us, I admired her long smooth thighs.
Â I put my feet up next to hers, so my bare thigh rested against hers. 
Â We sat there a second looking at the brightly lit theater, then she said,
 -œSo what happened this morning at school after we came in? - Â  -œOh my
god it was insane, - I told her.  Â  -œMy dress
wasÂ completelyÂ see-through.  Â I might as well have been naked. - Â (She
still didn -(TM)t know that I had beenÂ actuallyÂ naked in the school on
several occasions.) Â  -œFirst these jocks started making comments, then
Kristin noticed. - Â  -œOh no! - Chloe said; she knew what Kristin was
like.  Â I casually lifted my knee over hers, pulling her right thigh
toward me, at the same time letting my left thigh fall open toward her lap.
Â She was wearing shorts, unfortunately.  Â They were tight and short and
bright red -"Chloe was sexy, whether she knew it or not.  Â With her leg
lying open, I could see the hollow of her inner thigh, so tantalizingly
close to her panties, but the shadows were wrong so I couldn -(TM)t
actually see anything.  Â The skirt of my dress rested between my thighs,
loosely covering my bare pussy.Â  Â   -œAnd then Ms.  Clark showed up! -
Â  -œOh my god! - Â She had had her hands awkwardly folded across her
stomach, trying not to touch me, then with a burst of courage that I knew
had her trembling inside, she lifted her arm and placed her hand on my bare
thigh.  Â I was so happy and proud of her; I knew that took as much courage
for her as walking naked down the hallway took for me.  Â  -œSo what
happened then? - she asked, lightly brushing my thigh with her fingertips.
Â This was a huge moment for her, and I was going to reward her for it.Â 
Â  A girl and a boy with white shirts, black slacks, and name tags,
appeared at the walkway that ran along the stadium seats to the left. 
Â They were about our age, but I didn -(TM)t recognize them.  Â Chloe
stiffened and tried to sit up and close her knees but I grabbed her hand
and held it to my thigh, and kept her leg pinned under mine.  Â  -œIt
-(TM)s okay, - I whispered;  -œthey don -(TM)t know us, and they wouldn
-(TM)t care anyway. - Â She relaxed a little but still stared at them
wide-eyed.  Â Hardly glancing in our direction, they grabbed the brooms and
garbage cans and exited again, just as another couple entered.  Â These two
were much older, in their fifties at least, and they did stare at us
disapprovingly, especially the woman.  Â That irritated me a little;
nothing inappropriate was going on.  Â Perhaps our positions were not
entirely lady-like, and we were holding hands, but just in a friendly way.
Â Even my spread pussy was covered by my skirt.  Â They sat down in the
middle of the theater, six or seven rows in front of us.  Â Then the lights
dimmed and the slideshow began.Â  Â  Chloe relaxed beside me, and repeated
her question.  Â  -œThen, - I told her,  -œKristin starts telling on me to
Ms.  Clark.  Â She goes,  -~Ms.  Clark, Zoe is not wearing any underwear!
-(TM) - Â The old lady turned around to glare and I realized I had said
this rather loudly in mimicking Kristin -(TM)s voice.  Â  -œWell, I wasn
-(TM)t! - I called down to the old lady and laughed.  Â Chloe squeezed my
hand and whispered,  -œyou -(TM)re so bad! - Â I noticed happily that she
was not mortified, she sounded almost conspiratorial.  Â That was great.Â 
Â  Several more people came in.  Â Several high school girls sat in a row
in front of the old couple.  Â Two dating couples sat on the ends of a
couple rows.  Â Resting my hand on Chloe -(TM)s smooth thigh next to her
hand resting on mine, I leaned toward her and told her about how Ms.  Clark
had raised my arms, and I had grabbed the hem of my dress so Clark had
actually raised the dress above my hips, exposing my pussy right there in
the middle of the hallway with the jocks and Kristin looking on.  Â I
squeezed her thigh as I told her this, and she squeezed mine back.  Â 
-œSeriously?!  Â What happened? - Â  -œThat was about it, - I told her.
Â  -œShe wanted me to go home and change, but I told her the dress was
almost dry and then I just ran down the hall to art class. -Â  Â  Chloe
looked at the screen thoughtfully, shaking her head.  Â  -œYou -(TM)re just
so insane. - Â She hesitated.  Â  -œIt turns you on, doesn -(TM)t it? 
Â Is that why you do it? - Â I nodded yes.  Â  -œSo much, Chloe, I can
-(TM)t even tell you. - Â We paused again a moment, both lightly rubbing
the other -(TM)s thigh.  Â  -œLet me ask you something, - I said.  Â 
-œWhat do you think when I masturbate in your car? - Â It had been two
weeks now since I had first done that.  Â I had done it five or six times
since then, the last time was this past Monday after I had walked naked
with the handcuffs.  Â She just shrugged.  Â  -œNo, come on, tell me. . . .
Â Do you ever masturbate? - Â She nodded slowly and looked at me.  Â 
-œYeah, but only with my hands. - Â  -œSo what did you think the first
time I masturbated?  Â Did it turn you on? - Â  -œI couldn -(TM)t believe
it.  Â I was shocked.  Â Not that you were masturbating--I mean, like I
said, I do too, so I assume everyone does.  Â But no one talks about it! 
Â I couldn -(TM)t believe you were doing it in front of me.  Â It -(TM)s
supposed to be secret. - Â  -œDid that turn you on? - Â She nodded again.
Â  -œYes, I mean, it was a lot of things.  Â Partly it turned me on because
you were, you know, making yourself come.  Â And then, seeing you do it. 
Â I mean, watching someone else do it, see how you do it, that is exciting
too. - Â I nodded.  Â  -œYes, me too, it is really exciting for me too, to
know you are watching. -Â  Â  She seemed to have broken through her
shyness and wanted to talk more.  Â  -œAnd then also, just to see your
pussy.  Â I -(TM)m not gay. - Â I raised my eyebrows.  Â  -œYou -(TM)re
not? - Â  -œNo!  Â You thought I was? - Â  -œWell, I wasn -(TM)t sure,
but I thought maybe you were. - Â  -œOh. . . .  Â Are you? - Â  -œNo! 
Â I -(TM)m not!  Â It -(TM)s weird.  Â I think we were thinking the same
thing.  Â I -(TM)m not gay but I love having you watch me. - Â  -œYeah. 
Â That -(TM)s how I feel.  Â Anyway, it really turns me on to see your
pussy.  Â I don -(TM)t know why, just because it -(TM)s another one, you
know?  Â Not mine.  Â To see how it -(TM)s different, how it makes you
feel. -Â  Â  I looked over the other movie-goers.  Â All were watching the
slideshow or having their own conversations.  Â I pulled up my skirt to my
bellybutton.  Â The theater was now dim, but not too dark, and one of the
little lights in the ceiling shined right onto my crotch.  Â  -œDo you want
to look at it? - I asked her.  Â  -œYou don -(TM)t have to be shy about
it. - Â She looked quickly around the theater as well to make sure we were
unobserved, then bent toward it.  Â  -œI love it, Zoe.  Â The shaft of your
clitoris is so thick, and your pussy lips are so big. - Â  -œYou can feel
it if you want, - I said, and pushed her hand up my thigh toward my
crotch.Â  Â  The lights in the theater dimmed and the previews began.  Â 
-œOh no, - Chloe whimpered, taking away her hand and smoothing my skirt
down over my thighs as three junior-high boys came in and sat down one row
in front of us, a few seats to our left.  Â Then a couple in their twenties
came in and sat in the very back row, our row, on the very end, about ten
seats or so away from Chloe.  Â Several more people came in and sat
scattered in the middle and front of the theater.  Â By the time the 
-œsilence your cell phone - message came on the theater was actually
fairly full, despite the movie being so old.  Â Then just before the movie
started a boy and girl, thirteen or so, probably on their first date, came
in and climbed the stairs to the back row as well.  Â The girl entered the
row first, and she and I stared at each other.  Â She smiled shyly,
flashing a mouthful of braces.  Â Even in the gloom I could see she was
pretty.  Â She was Asian, with long thick hair and glasses, and tight
hip-hugger jeans and a cute embroidered spaghetti-strap top that exposed
her waist and tummy.  Â That lanky boy was one lucky little bastard!  Â I
sat up a little and kind of adjusted the seat next to me, hoping to
indicate she should sit near us.  Â And she did!  Â To the obvious
annoyance of her friend, rather than sitting on the end of the row, she
came right up and sat down with only one seat between us.  Â She rested her
left arm firmly on the armrest, a few inches from my hand still resting on
the seat between us, and stared straight ahead.  Â Jesus my attentions were
suddenly divided between this amazing little thing that had just sat down
beside me and my friend who had been examining my pussy one second
before!Â 



   The lights went fully dark and the movie began beaming down from the
window over our heads.  Â I boldly slid my hand up Chloe -(TM)s thigh until
I felt the hem of her shorts, and the fleshy part of her inner thigh.  Â 
-œIt -(TM)s not fair that you -(TM)ve seen my pussy, Chloe, but I -(TM)ve
never seen yours, - I whispered to her.  Â She ignored me, pretending to
watch the movie.  Â I leaned toward her and kissed her on the lips.  Â She
kissed me back briefly, then leaned back to watch the movie, as though to
say,  -œI like you too, but not now, honey, let -(TM)s watch the movie. -
Â I knew better, though.  Â I was now turned fully toward her and pushed up
the armrest between us.  Â Her simple white blouse glowed in the dark.  Â I
rested my right hand on her chest over her heart, between her small
breasts. Â She didn -(TM)t move, still pretending to watch the movie, and I
slid my fingers down from her collar bone and unbuttoned the first button.
Â  -œStop it! - she hissed.  Â I hooked my finger around the next button
and shook my head,  -œno, baby, I want to see you.  Â No one -(TM)s paying
attention to us.  Â And it -(TM)s dark in here. - Â I unbuttoned the last
three buttons and without thinking glanced over my shoulder at the Asian
girl.  Â She was staring right at me, the flickering blue light from the
movie giving her pale face a ghostly appearance.  Â I slowly, deliberately,
turned back toward Chloe and pulled open her blouse.  Â Her chest was
heaving in the flickering light.  Â Her white lacy bra, I could see, hooked
in the front.  Â Chloe -(TM)s hand slid under the armrest and clutched my
knee.  Â I pushed the end of the hook through the loop and pushed one cup
to the side, tucking it between her arm and ribcage, then the other, so her
nipples and chest were exposed to the movie theater, the blue light and
shadows dancing across her tummy.  Â Her nipples were far puffier than
mine, sticking out like scoops of ice cream on a piece of cake.  Â With me,
it -(TM)s my areolae that are puffy, with little bumps for nipples in the
middle.  Â With Chloe, though, it seemed that the whole nipple itself was
puffy.  Â I bent down and took the right nipple between my lips.  Â It felt
like a small balloon, like it was filled with air.  Â I pushed on it with
my tongue and she squeezed my knee tightly with her nails.  Â I pulled back
and smiled at her, whispering,  -œWill you watch the movie with me like
this, please? - Â Chloe nodded.  Â Still staring at the screen, she slid
her left hand over her tummy and pushed on one nipple then the other,
seemingly to see what they felt like in the open, then wedged her left hand
again between the seats to her left, her right hand still on my knee.Â  Â 
I looked over my shoulder again at the Asian girl still staring at us in
the gloom.  Â I turned onto my back and slid way down, so I was almost flat
on my back, my butt hanging over the edge of the seat, and pressed myself
down so I was not blocking the girl -(TM)s view of Chloe.  Â Her full lips
parted as she gasped, and she turned her head toward the screen, as she did
so her left arm falling from the armrest to the seat between us.  Â With me
sunk so low in my seat, Chloe -(TM)s hand was now resting on my hip bone,
her fingers a few inches from the cleft of my pussy, though still on top of
my skirt; my left hand was resting on her shorts, my forearm pushing
against her warm and bare side.Â  Â  Slowly, so Chloe wouldn -(TM)t notice,
I pushed up the armrest to my right and rested my hand in the middle of the
seat between us.  Â All three of us stared at the screen while every fiber
of our beings were focused on what was happening beside us.  Â Onscreen
Natalie Portman was in Vincent Cassel -(TM)s office and he was molesting
her.  Â I could feel, just through the heat of my fingertips, that the
Asian girl -(TM)s fingers were tantalizingly close to mine, just a twitch
of my pinky and I knew I would brush against her.  Â I felt her move again,
and I adjusted in my seat and the edge of my finger touched hers.Â  Â  I
paused; she didn -(TM)t move away.  Â I slid my hand over hers and began
caressing the back of her hand sensually with my fingertips.  Â She turned
her hand over and I brushed my fingers up over the skin on the inside of
her forearm.  Â I knew this would tingle and really get to her.  Â Out of
the corner of her eye I saw her actually shift away from her poor boyfriend
in the next seat over who had no idea what the girl whose ticket he had
just bought was doing there in the dark.Â  Â  After several minutes of this
bliss, me caressing the arm of this beautiful young stranger to my right
while Chloe sat half naked, her hand almost on my pussy, to my left, the
girl -(TM)s friend suddenly got up and headed for the exit.  Â Before he
had even reached the end of the aisle I pulled on the girl -(TM)s arm, and
she pushed up the armrest and slid over next to me.  Â She was sitting more
upright and looking down at my supine body, my head about on a level with
her breasts and her beautiful bare shoulders, so she could look down at
Chloe -(TM)s naked breasts and our thighs and our hands.  Â Because she was
slightly above and behind me, Chloe still had not noticed her.Â  Â  The
whole theater was engrossed in the film, and looking up again at my
beautiful new friend, I slid the straps of my dress off my shoulders and
pulled the top down around my waist.  Â The girl gasped again and smiled,
her braces flashing.  Â Chloe then did something unexpected.  Â She rolled
toward me and pulled my nipple into her mouth.  Â I was really surprised
she had suddenly taken the initiative, and her mouth on my breasts felt
wonderful.  Â I arched my back and moaned very softly, and put my hand on
the girl -(TM)s thigh and squeezed.  Â Surreptitiously fondling this
thirteen-year-old girl while Chloe licked my nipples unaware was fantastic.
Â I felt an unbelievably powerful attraction and connection to this girl,
in this moment that we were sharing secretly from our two companions.Â  Â 
-œShit! - the girl whispered suddenly and pulled away as her boyfriend
appeared at the end of the entrance hallway.  Â Chloe pulled away and both
she and I scrambled to cover ourselves.  Â Although she had quickly settled
into the seat and was pretending to watch the movie, the boy saw that she
had moved over one seat, and whispered to her,  -œWhy are you sitting here?
- Â She whispered back,  -œthat girl asked me a question about the movie.
-Â  Â  We all sat there quietly for a time watching the movie.  Â Who
knows what was going on, but Natalie and Mila were in a bar.  Â I felt the
girl -(TM)s elbow move against me and what I saw almost caused me to come
right there.  Â She had hooked the spaghetti strap of her top with her left
thumb and was slowly pulling it down to her side, exposing her breast to me
while her boyfriend sat right there to her right, oblivious.  Â Her breasts
were absolutely fantastic.  Â At thirteen they were way nicer than Chloe
-(TM)s or mine would ever be.  Â They were big, a little bigger than mine,
and insanely firm, and she had the biggest nipple I had ever seen.  Â Not
puffy like Chloe -(TM)s and mine.  Â This one wasÂ long, sticking out at
least an inch from her breast.  Â She heard me gasp and wiggled against me.
Â Chloe heard me also.  Â Fortunately at that minute Natalie kissed Mila on
the screen, so when I nodded in that direction Chloe understood what I
meant.Â  Â  I sat up straight and folded my arms and pushed my left hand
under my right arm toward the girl.  Â With the back of my fingers I
brushed the side of her breast briefly but was unable to do more.  Â She
covered her breast quickly, and her leg jerked and I heard a cup spill
between the seats of the row below us.  Â She turned toward her friend and
whispered,  -œI spilled my coke. - Â With her back to me, I reached up and
ran my hand up her spine under her thick, heavy hair to her neck, which I
massaged as she spoke to him.  Â  -œCould you go get me another one? - Â 
-œWhat?!  Â The line -(TM)s like a mile long.  Â It will take forever. -
Â  -œPlease? - Â He grunted exasperated.  Â  -œPlease? - Â He slapped the
armrest to his right in anger and got up again and stomped back down the
stairs.  Â Wow, she had him wrapped around her finger.Â  Â  As the boy
disappeared down the hallway I pushed my dress down to my waist again, and
was again pleased when Chloe opened her blouse up too, exposing her puffy
little nipples.  Â I squeezed the girl -(TM)s hand and turned toward Chloe,
then reached behind me and guided the girl -(TM)s hand to my waist.  Â She
slid her hand up my side and then cupped my breast in her hand.  Â I let
out a shuddery gasp and placed my hand on Chloe -(TM)s belly and slid it
down to the top button of her shorts.  Â  -œChloe, I -(TM)m going to make
you come, - I whispered to her, and she nodded.  Â After the lesbian scene
in the movie, the couple at the end of the row were now fully making out,
and the boys in front of us were engrossed in Natalie -(TM)s travails.  Â I
unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and pushed one side down.  Â She lifted
her hips and pushed on the other side, till her shorts and panties fell to
the floor, and Chloe -(TM)s beautiful body was completely naked and exposed
to me (and the rest of the moviegoers) for the first time.  Â Then I felt
two hard nipples press against my naked back as the Asian girl pressed
herself against me, her sweet breath on my ear as she peered over my
shoulder at the naked girl next to me.  Â I couldn -(TM)t stand it.  Â I
turned around and kissed her hungrily, smashing her lips against mine,
thrusting my tongue into her mouth, feeling the sharp metal of her braces
and the taught rubber bands.  Â Her nipples and breasts pushed against
mine. Â I wanted her so bad.  Â I broke the kiss and whispered into her
ear,  -œwill you help me make my friend come? - Â She nodded and kissed me
again.  Â  -œWhat -(TM)s your name? - Â  -œEmily. - Â  -œI -(TM)m Zoe,
this is Chloe. -Â  Â 



   I turned back toward Chloe.  Â  -œWhat -(TM)s going on? - she asked,
not sure if she should be mad.  Â  -œThis insanely sexy girl wants to help
me. - Â I kissed her full on the lips.  Â  -œIs that okay? - Â Chloe
looked over my shoulder, seeing Emily for the first time, and nodded.  Â I
turned back toward Emily and pulled one of her nipples into my mouth. 
Â She moaned, quite loudly, and pulled my head onto her firm young breasts.
Â I wondered to myself if there was any way I could spend more time with
her outside of this dark theater.  Â I pushed myself up onto my knees so we
were facing each other and pulled my dress off over my head.  Â  -œOh my
god, - she whispered.Â  Â   -œWhat the fuck? - Â It was the guy from the
couple at the end of the row.  Â He had seen us!  Â I flipped him off and
motioned for him to go back to his girlfriend.  Â They both stared, but did
nothing else.  Â Luckily, when he said that the boys in the row in front
looked at him rather than at us, so they were still unaware of the two and
a half naked girls right behind them.  Â I slid down to the floor between
Chloe -(TM)s legs and sat cross-legged on her shorts.  Â Emily moved over
to my seat.  Â I could see her now, her beautiful breasts exposed, a lot of
her flat tummy above her low-riding jeans.  Â She turned toward Chloe and
began to play with her nipples.Â  Â  I scooted forward between Chloe -(TM)s
legs, but in the dark between the rows of seats I could see nothing.  Â I
stuck out my tongue and ran it over her smooth outer lip, which was slick
with her pussy juice.  Â At the same time I reached out with my left hand
and ran it up over Emily -(TM)s hip to her warm flat tummy.  Â As my
fingers encountered the button of her jeans, she pushed her crotch toward
my hand and I realized she wanted to be naked too.  Â I had been wanting
all night to get Chloe naked and eat her out, but my desire for Emily was
so overwhelming nothing else mattered.  Â Knowing how humiliating it would
be to Chloe to be left there naked, and not caring at all if she never
spoke to me again because of it, I scooted over between Emily -(TM)s legs
and unbuttoned her jeans.Â  Â  She lay back, her butt off the edge of the
seat.  Â I unzipped the jeans and began to tug them down over her already
womanly hips.  Â She lifted her butt to help me.  Â I realized that she was
as aware as I was that she had stolen me away from Chloe, just as I had
stolen her away from her boyfriend, and the illicit pleasure that comes
from sharing the infliction of cruelty upon someone undeserved excited both
of us tremendously.  Â Once I got her jeans past her hips, she lifted her
knees, and for a moment her pussy and ass were lit by the flickering blue
light of the screen.  Â It was fantastic.  Â They were fantastic.  Â She
had big inner lips already at this young age, but whereas mine are pink,
hers, in the blue light at least, seemed to be darker, grayish, and they
were squeezed together by her thighs.  Â Her exposed young butt hole was
the same color.  Â Her jeans were around her ankles above my head, and her
panties wedged between her thighs.  Â I didn -(TM)t even give her time to
spread her legs, I dove right in like I had not eaten for a week.  Â Of
course I never had eaten anything like that before -"I probably never will
again.Â  Â  I plunged my tongue into her hole as deep as it would go. 
Â She tasted so good, sweet, but a tiny bit pungent deep inside.  Â Her
pussy was slick with the juice, and it smeared all over my chin and nose
and cheeks and lips.  Â I pulled my tongue out of her hole, between those
amazing lips, and up over her clitoris.  Â My hands squeezed her thighs
together, pressing the cool skin against my face and my eyes, and I ate her
hungrily, tasting her sweet young juices.  Â She began to frantically kick
her pants loose so she could spread her legs then finally grabbed one heel
and pulled one leg free so her legs and pussy could spread fully open to my
mouth.  Â She grabbed my head with both hands and pushed me into her as I
continued to tongue her clitoris for all I was worth.  Â I moved my hands
to her breasts and found Chloe -(TM)s hands already there, and actually
felt a pang of jealousy -"I wanted her to myself.  Â In no time I heard her
begin to breathe faster, and her legs started opening and closing
rhythmically until she arched her back and came with my face pressed into
her.Â  Â   -œShit! - she whispered again, and sat up, pulling her top up
over her breasts.  Â The boyfriend was back.  Â  -œI -(TM)m going to get
rid of him, - she whispered, and stood up, still working her leg into her
jeans.  Â At the end of our row, their voices were loud enough to make
people turn and say  -œshh! - but I couldn -(TM)t make out the words. 
Â Then the boy went back down the stairs and Emily came back to us.  Â  -œI
have to go, - she said, looking like she was about to cry.  Â  -œMy mom is
waiting for us outside. - Â On the screen Natalie fell off some platform.
Â I quickly dug my phone out of my purse and handed it to her.  Â She typed
in her number then leaned down to kiss me good-bye, and she was gone. 
Â Suddenly the lights came on and the credits began to roll.  Â I still sat
there naked.  Â Chloe had pulled on her shorts and partially buttoned her
blouse.  Â The boys in front of us finally noticed the naked girl behind
them and started laughing and making stupid comments.  Â I stood up and my
hair got in the light, casting a shadow on the screen, causing several
people in the audience to look up at me, to see a naked girl standing in
the back of the theater.  Â I suddenly got shy and quickly pulled my dress
over my head.  Â There was a real buzz then among the people who had seen
me, but when others looked there was nothing to see.Â  Â  With my dress on
I had a moment to calm down and collect myself.  Â The audience had all
turned back to shuffling out of the theater, except the three boys, who
were still staring.  Â  -œCome on, show us again, - one of them said.  Â 
-œYou mean like this? - I asked, and pulled the dress back up over my
breasts, exposing my body fully to the three junior high boys.  Â This
time, since I had spoken to them, they were no longer making comments, but
just stared in awe.  Â About half the patrons had left now.  Â I turned to
Chloe.  Â  -œCome on, Chloe, do it.  Â No one -(TM)s going to see but these
three boys, and they are just going to look.  Â Right? - I directed the
last to them.  Â They all nodded.  Â I reached for her shorts and tugged on
them.  Â  -œHoly shit, look! - we heard -"the male half of one of the
couples had seen us just before he disappeared down the hallway.  Â His
girlfriend, and the four or five people still in the theater, including the
old couple, looked up then and really saw us.  Â Even though the old lady
was visibly disgusted, what could she say?  Â I heard her  -œtsk, - even
from a distance, but she led her husband on out the hallway.  Â The man who
had seen us said,  -œkeep it up girls! - Â That made me start to tingle
again a little bit.  Â  -œCome on, it -(TM)s almost empty now. - Â I
unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them and her panties down to the floor. 
Â I had Chloe almost naked once again.  Â She was breathing shallowly,
clearly really excited.  Â I unbuttoned the two buttons she had fastened
and pushed her blouse and her bra, which she had not refastened, off her
shoulders.  Â Then looking around to make sure everyone was watching, I
leaned in and kissed her on the mouth.  Â The boys and the men all cheered.
Â Chloe blushed deeply but amazingly did not move to cover herself.Â  Â  
-œCome on, I dare you to walk to the car naked, - I told her.  Â I picked
up her shorts and blouse from the ground and stuffed them into my purse. 
Â The rest of the patrons had finally left.  Â  -œOkay, you have to stay
there, or we -(TM)re putting our clothes back on, - I told them.  Â With
just us and the three boys in the theater, it felt almost casual.  Â Then
the lights went bright and the two workers from before came in again. 
Â They looked at us, made no effort to say anything or do anything, and I
knew we were okay.  Â  -œCome on, - I told Chloe.  Â We walked to the end
of the row and down the stairs toward the boy and girl in the uniforms.  Â 
-œHi, - I said brightly as we walked past.  Â They just stared, grasping
their brooms.  Â  -œCan we go out the back way? - I asked the boy.  Â He
nodded, and grasping Chloe -(TM)s hand, we ran toward the exit door under
the screen.  Â Before leaving, we turned around to soak in what we had
done. Â From under the screen, I could see the whole theater.  Â I pictured
us in the top row, so far up there, naked behind a big crowd of people,
then we had been seen by a dozen people without consequence, and walked
right by several, as though it weren -(TM)t a big deal!  Â No one had done
anything!  Â Or so I thought.  Â Just then I heard a jingling, and, I don
-(TM)t know how, but I justÂ knewÂ it was the keys hanging off the belt of
a rent-a-cop, or even worse, a real cop, coming around the corner and into
the theater.  Â  -œShit! - I said and Chloe and I ran through the exit
door.Â  Â  We were now stark naked in the parking lot at almost one in the
morning, right under a harsh street light.  Â Luckily we could see Chloe
-(TM)s car down the aisle in front of us about 50 yards back, and the
parking lot was darker than it was right next to the building.  Â To the
left, parked at the curb at the front entrance, sure enough was an actual
cop car!  Â In a panic we made a dash for Chloe's car, bent over and trying
to stay behind the parked cars.  Â Although we had to actually dash past a
couple of people walking to their cars, miraculously the cops had not seen
us, and we ducked down against Chloe -(TM)s car.  Â I peeked around the
bumper back to the theater, and the door we had just come out of opened,
and a cop emerged.  Â Jesus this was really serious!  Â  -œGive me my
clothes! - Chloe hissed at me.  Â We both quickly pulled on our clothes
and hopped in the car.  Â Chloe was shaking so badly she almost hit a car
parked at the end of the row, but once we got onto the street she began to
relax.  Â We had made it.Â