Title: Alandra Naked in School – Tuesday (13942 words)
Author: Tenyari
Part: 2
Universe: Naked in School
Keywords: NiS, exhib, voy, naked, ff, mf
Summary: School troublemaker Alandra Cabrera finds herself forced to attend school naked after she is drafted into a new sweeping social program.
Copyright: March 28, 2004 – all rights reversed.

THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY

This story is based around the Naked in School series. See the Monday chapter for information on finding previous episodes in the series.

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Tuesday morning came and I realized I hadn’t done any homework. Not that I had much, just some pages to read for Civics class. With my luck and my current condition I’d get called up to recite the major points of it all…
I had some time, so I decided to give that pamphlet on the Program a good look. I’m not much for reading, but this looked to be something I’d better get a grip on. I found it down in the living room, next to the fish tank. Pa’d done a bunch of diagrams – trying to connect the points and find the conspiracy I suppose. Kinda made me wonder if he’d forgotten to take his meds last night. The last section was what I really wanted, where they went into those ‘Reasonable Requests’. It started with a full page spread of a girl I remembered from last year -I think she’s a senior now too, but she’s not in my track-. She was standing there with her hands over her head, her breasts pushed out, and her legs spread wide. A boy was fingering her pussy. People said it was her fault the Program got so sexual to begin with, she set the bar for us all or something, but I figured they’d planned it this way. It all read pretty much like I expected. Reasonable seemed to stop just short of fucking. ‘Penetration with a sexual organ’ as the pamphlet called it. That and oral sex. They could demand just about anything else, though a girl who was a virgin could keep free of ‘other forms’ of penetration, which wasn’t as clearly defined as it should’a been. If the boys got their hands on this, I could be in for an assault of dildos by the end of the week…

At least it had a section on hygiene. After that one kid on Monday with the greasy hands, and given metal shop class; I’d need some veto power. Maybe this would finally get some of the boys to learn what a shower was.
One interesting note, as far as I could tell, fucking and oral sex where allowed -anywhere but during class- you just couldn’t be made to do it. Oh… I think you could do it as part of relieving a boy, and maybe as a class exercise. That all wasn’t so clear. The readable part ended with a note about sex education classes being under special rules not covered in the pamphlet -that made me wonder what we were in for in Biology. After that, I found about 5 pages of confusing legal mumbo jumbo with about a million circles and diagrams by Pa all over it… Even if I could’a understood it, Pa’s notes made it unreadable. I guess Pa’s right about one thing, in the end it all comes back to the lawyers.

I had to decide on what to wear. A strange thing to consider since it’d be off me the moment I hit campus. So I thought about the day. May wanted to hit the mall, and she’d probably try to get me to go nude, but I’d probably be sick of it by the time school got out. I choose a half top shirt and a short skirt. No underwear, so even if I did manage to keep my skirt after school, I could still flash it when I chose to. No shoes though, it actually felt nice to feel the ground under my feet, even if it was mostly concrete.

The twins came down in matching jeans, black shirts, and red bandanas tied in their hair. “Yo you try’n to look like wannabe Nortenos or something? You’re gonna have to take those out at school, Harrison’ll think it’s gang colors…”
“What-ever…” Rosa said. They didn’t change. Good thing this wasn’t California, or they’d learn about faking gang colors hard.
Pa came down and had some toast with coffee. I kept an eye out, counting his pills. He took both sets, so I figured he was just being Pa with all those notes. I didn’t say anything.
We left before Pa, he always went work ’bout an hour after we went to school. The twins and I walked to school and met up with Rick on the way over.
“Nice threads A.C. But why bother?” Rick asked.
I twirled the skirt for him and shrugged. “May ‘n me are gonna hit the mall today.”
“Be careful, she’s trouble these days…” Rick said, making me wonder if he knew what happened to us over summer ’cause of Rubin’s birthday.
“Yeah… huh.” Was all I said as we walked to school.

We met May at the bungalow. She came early to ‘entertain the troops’ and was out there posing for a small crowd of freshmen. She stopped to wave when she saw us coming.
True to their word, the clothes box was there, outside the bungalow. Some kids where standing around or leaning against the wall, waiting for victims. When I approached a few of the freshmen moved in for a good look, but everyone else backed off -knowing better than to anger me.
“Hey Alandra.” One boy nodded over, familiar looking but not enough to know his name. I think he was in metal shop with me.
“Ain’t she the girl with the shaved cunt?” One idiot behind me called out, before getting shoved forward by his friends. His chest came into contact with my palm, but I didn’t bother turning to look at him. Rick stared the kid down as I began to undress.
“You boys can watch, and I’ll think about maybe a little more, but don’t get pushy.” I said.
“Come on A.C., its all good fun.” May called out as she came up beside me.
“I’m surprised May.” Looking her over I found May bottomless as always, yet wearing a thin pink sweater that she proceeded to peel off. “Why do you bother?”
May smiled at me and shrugged before running off to dance for some boys before the bell caught up with us.
“That’s May for you.” I heard Rubin say from behind before I was grabbed in a bear hug that somehow seemed to focus on squeezing my tits.
I squirmed free of Rubin and spun around. “Hey we gotta get to class.”

First period was me, Rubin, and May in study hall. Fatima was there waiting for us. That’s “one of those classes they make because the government puts more money in prisons than school”, or so Pa says. Way I see it though, there’s a teacher in here watching us, but he don’t say shit even though he gets paid either way. So there’s gotta be some other reason.
Mr. Jackson was the man in charge, and he just had us introduce ourselves and talk about our summers. He had us all call him Donald. He was the portly sort, and came glued to a steaming cup of coffee that was making me and May thirst in his direction. A fact not lost on him, though I think he got the wrong idea as to why, giving how we were the only naked kids in the class.
“Alandra, May; do you…” He blushed and looked at something on a clipboard. “Oh. Only boys, well then… Is… is there something…”
“Nah, we’re ok.” May said.
“Shit I could use a smoke and a cup o’ Joe.” I said.
“Eh-hm… Language Alandra…” Mr. Jackson said.
“Oh shit! I mean… oops. Sorry…” I rolled my eyes but he ignored it. Some teachers went on this whole respect power trip if you rolled your eyes, but Don seemed cool, I figure he only cared about the words ’cause he had to.
When it came around to us, May talked about going bottomless all summer, how seeing the Program last year and the new laws had changed her life. She went on this grand speech about it till I reached over and tweaked her nipple, Rubin matching me on the other side. “Ow!” she called out, then fake slapped us as Fatima looked on in horror.
“So Alandra, since you were so eager to interrupt; what’d you do over the summer?” Mr. Jackson asked.
“Nut’n much. Just hanging out with the gang.” I said.
“Any thoughts on this Program?” He asked.
I shrugged. “It’s kinda weird, sometimes I like it, but sometimes it’s a pain.” I said.
It was nice having a class we could chat in, but I took the rest of the time to read for my civics class instead. I had to read those ten pages on the Program. There was some pretty fucked up shit in there, the kind of stuff my Pa would come up with from the looks of it.
“What’cha reading?” May leaned over and asked.
“Civics class. It’s on the Program.” I said.
“You? Doing homework? You ok A.C.?” she said.
“I don’ wanna look stupid if I get called up. Probably will what with all this.” I gestured over my naked body.

Before class got out I asked Fatima if she still wanted to meet us at the cafe after school. She seemed nervous so I told her where to find us at lunch. “We kinda stand out.”
“I can see that.” She said, looking at me and May while trying not to -look- at us.
“Not for that reason, but yeah, it certainly helps.” I said.
The halls, like always, were a mess of people trying to grope the naked kids.
“Hey I washed my hands.” Someone said.
“Huh?” I looked around, not placing at first. It was the boy from Monday, with the greasy hands. I grabbed his hand away and looked it over. “That you did, well I suppose it -is- a reasonable request.” I wasn’t really feeling horny just yet. Spooked was more like it, after reading that civics pamphlet. Just the same I stood with my legs apart and my hands wrapped behind my neck. He ran his hands over me.
“Wow, you’re really smooth. A lot softer than I expected.” He said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well you guys have a rep after all…” he said.
“Don’t believe everything you hear.” I said.
“You shave it everyday?” He asked.
“I try; otherwise it’s not so smooth, itches.” I said.
“What’s this like?” He asked, pulling on my clit ring.
“Don’t tug on it like that.” I pushed his hand away. “I like it, it keeps me sensitive, and it looks pretty.” I said.
“Go figure.” He said. “I’m Calvin by the way; see ya ’round.” And we separated. I pushed through a small crowd and made my way to Civics. By the time I got there I’d been touched in so many publicly private ways I was worked up despite my mood.

This time I wasn’t first to class, but near last. Despite that I actually did get to sit down, between Kevin and Max. We usually sit in the back, but Kevin said there wasn’t anything left. Wouldn’t matter much this week -I expected to get called up again all week- but it would after that. Mrs. Jacobs did roll call and moved a few people around as she had us put all the desks in a circle with the middle of the room bare. “We’ll leave it like that for the rest of the semester. This class is going to be about discussion. Ms. Cabrera; why don’t you come up here and sit on my desk again?” With that she moved to the side and stood next to a podium. I shrugged and got into place.
“I want to start the class today talking about rules, and the consequences of breaking them. I’m sure most of you have noticed this.” She said this as she pushed my labia apart and framed my clit ring for the class. “Is this a violation of the totally nude policy, or of the school dress code? If it is, why can the naked students still wear shoes?” She looked around the room and Kevin raised his hand.
“Yes Mr. Douglas?” she said.
“I think it’s beautiful, and plenty of people have earrings, so I don’t see any problem.” He said as Mrs. Jacobs moved on to a girl -Laura- on the right side of the room.
“Isn’t there a sanitary issue though? Doesn’t the school dress code ban nose and tongue piercings? That’s certainly a whole lot more -personal-.”
“Good points both of you. Alandra, do you have any opinion?” She asked.
“Isn’t the point of all this to be more sexually open? I read those ten pages you gave out, that was pretty big in there.” I had to get that in so she didn’t think I was slacking. “This makes me pretty sensitive, even before I took my clothes off, it tended to get me worked up. The dress code don’t say anything about piercings that are usually under our clothes, and my pamphlet for the program said I could keep my earrings on. I know Mr. Harrison had issues with it, but I don’t see the problem. If anything it only helps me ‘get with the Program'”.
The class went on like that, she moved through the dress code for clothed students and the code for naked students, trying to get us to discuss the parts that seemed to be in conflict. So this is what civics was all about… I was learning not to just object to stuff, but to figure out why it was wrong, and what I oughta do about it. Some of the kids though, I could see it was the first time anybody had ever asked them to question anything -much less an adult doing it. And if the reading she’d given us was any clue; she was using the new Holy Grail of education to do it. If she didn’t put a spin on all this she’d probably be out of here soon.

On the way to Writing class I couldn’t avoid the hands, they were everywhere. On my boobs, up my cunt, even in my ass once -gotta wonder about some people. Something about this time of day and me just wasn’t right. Yesterday I’d skated through the crowds despite wanting it bad, today I was spooked over the Civics lesson and I couldn’t keep the hands off me.

So by the time I made it to Writing I felt like a frustrated bitch in heat. I beat Sandra, but not Ray. I’d seem a girl with her hands on him just before he’d stepped in -ahead of me. Good. She’d run away giggling, leaving him frustrated -even better. When I sat down I reached under and across the desk and gave his dick a good squeeze. “My turn today.” I said with a wink.
“Yes Ma’am.” He said with a nervous smile. Sandra came in just then, her eyes following my withdrawing hand. She glared daggers at me as she sat down.
“Thanks for the shower.” She said. “Henry’s pretty talented.”
The little bitch would get hers, but not today. We all looked up to Mr. Turner, who I could’ve sworn was wiping drool from his face. “Ray needs relief.” I said, grabbing his dick again.
“Well…” Mr. Turner said, gesturing to a chair by his desk. Ray got up and I followed him to the front. He sat in the chair, but I pulled him forward. My tits were on fire from the last guy to feel me up in the hall, so I had an idea I’d seen in a porn flick. I squeezed them together ’round his cock and tried to jack him off, but it was a lot harder than it seemed in the movies. Ray didn’t seem to notice the trouble; he was trying to pump away into my tits.
“Woohoo! Right on A.C.!” I heard from the class somewhere. I grinned back and gave a good Marilyn kiss, then went back to work. I was just thinking that this wasn’t really all it was made out to be -I’ve sensitive boobs, but this just wasn’t doing it- when Ray shot a little spurt out onto my chin.
“Oh yeah…” he said. I pulled back and finished him off one handed, letting him cum all over my chest. Mr. Turner looked like he wanted to clap; the class just hollered and did so anyway. I wiped myself down with some tissues and followed Ray to our seats. Sandra gave me a nasty look, so I pushed up and shook my boobs for the class, then sat down.
“Well, so class begins…” Mr. Turner said. “I trust that was educational in some manner. Now I’d like to break you all down into groups of…” He counted heads. “Seven it looks like and we’ll go over ideas for the paragraphs and poems I assigned yesterday.” He split us up, one naked student in each of three groups. The kids in my group each read off their paragraph, when it came to me I realized I hadn’t written anything, so I just shrugged.
“I forgot -this Program has my mind on other things.”
“I’ll bet it does.” Saul Jackson said with a leering look at my pussy.
“You better write somethin’ A.C., it’s due by end of class.” Mary Blyne said. So I sat there for the rest of class coming up with something quick and fending off questions about the program. I could see Mr. Turner watching me, and shaking his head when he thought I didn’t notice. They always think I’m stupid, or don’t want to learn. They just don’t know what it’s like, and I wasn’t really lying -this Program did have me a little off my game.
Still, I got my piece done, writing a little thing on how Mr. Harrison found my clit ring.

After writing I was off to gym, getting well felt up along the way – that got me cooled into a mellower turned on state from where I’d been after civics and the goof up in writing. I stopped long enough to let Ricky Montico finger me off to a nice smooth cum.
I sped through the lockers and stepped into the Gymnasium -being barefoot and naked I didn’t have anything but my book bag to drop, and I wasn’t up for fucking any of the boys who offered. Something was going on; the class had almost twice as many people as before, with 12 new boys all in jock straps, and a new girl – naked like the rest of us had to be for gymnastics. Ms. Moore was looking at her clipboard and scratching her head.
She looked up and told us to all sit in a circle on one of the mats. I called out “Why’re they wearing straps?” pointing to the new boys.
“I was just getting to that.” She said. “We’ve had a bit of an upset class, the wrestling class and gymnastics classes were under enrolled, and” she looked over her clipboard again “it looks like Mr. Jackson is taking an unscheduled leave of the school.”
‘Fired huh?’ I thought. He must’ve pissed off Ms. Magante and her Program people.
“So the school has decided to mix the courses. I was on a girl’s wrestling team myself when I was your age,” she looked over at the new girl “so I suppose I’m qualified.”
One of the guys in our class piped up “I didn’t know they even had a class for wrestling.”
A boy in a strap said “Beginning, if we do well, we might make the team next year -before this that is.” He shrugged, but also shot a dagger look at the new girl. I think I had an idea what caused Mr. Jackson to leave…
“So why the straps?” I asked again.
“Um… Well, we don’t want any ‘accidental’ penetrations.” Ms. Moore replied. “Mixed athletic events may be nude now, but high contact sports like wrestling still allow the jock strap as an option.”
“So they can take ’em off?” I asked.
She looked at her clipboard again, flipped a few pages, and then said “Yes -if both contestants agree. Apparently full nudity gives both an extra ‘Advancement’ and ‘Team’ point – harder to get a handle.”
“Well, I can think of one thing to grab onto.” Sandra said, causing nervous laughs from all the boys.
“What about us?” One of the boys in my class asked.
“When you wrestle, you can wear a strap, on Gymnastics days, its full nudity for everyone.