Rosie's Magical Command: First Day Naked: (A Tale of Reluctant Exhibitionism)

by Dory Rettissi

  Now why on Earth had she done that? She wasn't naked because she enjoyed flirting or teasing. She was under a magical injunction, one she had (probably foolishly) agreed in advance to abide by. He hadn't asked her to pose that way. So why had she?

  Walking down the stairs and out the building, she decided it was because he had looked so aroused by seeing her nude — and so embarrassed by being aroused. He wasn't overtly leering like so many of her classmates, even her friends. He was turned on, and humiliated that he was.

  And, for the first time in her life, she realized that she kind of liked that. It made her flush — not in her face — to think that he found her irresistibly attractive. It made her flush more to imagine his embarrassment about it. And it embarrassed her to have acted as she did — which only intensified things further.

  Suddenly she thought she needed to go lie down in private for a while.

  Chapter Five: The Private Photo Shoot

  Rosie had missed her first class, but managed to get to the second. She had showered (she had needed to shower) and was still lightly wet as she walked as quickly as she comfortably could across the campus. She checked her phone: the dean's email had gone out to the whole school, so at least she wouldn't have to keep explaining. Thank God for that.

  Her second class was taught by a young man, but Rosie was pretty sure that he was gay, and she didn't think he'd react the way the dean had. He did a slight double-take as she walked in, but otherwise didn't seem to look particularly at her.

  But her classmates did. The classroom was terraced, with a row of open-legged desks, so that the row in front of her could look back and see her legs. Further, from their angle, unless she sat with her knees absolutely pressed together, the young football player in front of her was going to get a good look at her exposed pussy. At first she tried to keep her legs pressed tightly, as if she were wearing a short skirt, but soon enough, focusing on her work, she forgot, and before she knew it her legs had drifted a bit apart, and the football player was turning back and staring greedily.

  "Mr. Jackson," said the professor, and the football player jumped, and the class laughed.

  "Sorry, sir," he said. "I thought I... smelled something fishy."

  At that Rosie blushed, mortified, as the class laughed uproariously. But the Professor waved his hand. "Now class, stop it this minute," he said. "If you have not seen the dean's email, we are all asked to be respectful of Ms. Douglas's beliefs. Please refrain from mocking." Rosie felt overwhelmingly grateful, and the rest of the class passed without incident.

  After class Rosie walked slowly to the library, stopping to pose when people asked it directly. One of her friends came up and said, "Rosie, oh my gaawd, I read the email but I couldn't believe it! Aren't you—" and Rosie thought for sure she was about to say "ashamed" or "embarrassed" but she actually said "cold". Rosie grinned. "A little," she said. "But we all have to do what we think is right."

  Her friend smiled. "I guess! Well, I'm proud of you for standing up for what you believe in. I could never do that." She gave Rosie a quick glance up and down and then, to Rosie's astonishment, patted her once on the bum before dashing off. Huh, Rosie thought. Who'd have thought my first groper would have been a girl? And a straight girl at that.

  Outside the library, she ran again into Kevin and Gil, her rescuers from earlier. She gave them a big smile, and they grinned, a little embarrassed. But they walked over to her. She noticed them both struggling to keep their eyes on her face — struggling but failing.

  "Thanks for earlier," she said. "It was nice of you to escort me to breakfast."

  "Our pleasure, uh, Rosie," said Kevin, with a grin.

  "If there's anything I can do to thank you for it..." said Rosie, more out of habit than anything else.

  But Kevin replied quickly (as if pouncing on an opportunity before it scurried off) "Um, actually..."

  "What?" asked Rosie.

  "I was hoping..." Kevin began, clearly even more embarrassed. "I mean, we were hoping —" he gestured at Gil, who looked down. Probably got roped into this, Rosie thought. "We were hoping to, uh, take some more pictures. You know, more slowly."

  Rosie sighed inwardly. She was required to pose, she knew. So she had to say yes. "All right," she said.

  "Where shall we go?" asked Kevin, as if it had been her idea. "Want to come back to our room, or just pose outside? It's nice weather."

  Rosie supposed that, sooner or later, she would end up posing outside even more intimately than she had done today. But she wasn't ready to yet. "Let's go back to your room," she said.

  So Gil and Kevin (they were roommates, it turned out) walked her to their dorm and into their room. They sat around awkwardly for a minute, until Rosie finally said, "So, you wanted to take some pictures....?" And then they got out their cameras. Gil used his phone, but Kevin had a real camera. It'll probably produce higher quality images, thought Rosie, and then winced when she thought about what that would mean.

  So Rosie posed for them, at first demurely: standing nudes; seated, her back towards them, her head turned; lying down across Kevin's bed with her hand in her chin. They took photos. Kevin seemed to be trying for artistic composition; Gil, she thought, was moving around to get the sexiest shot he could get out of the poses she was doing.

  Finally, flushing, Kevin said, "What if you, uh, sat in the chair, you know, legs, uh..." He stopped, too embarrassed to continue.

  Rosie, remembering the Dean, and enjoying seeing them squirm, asked innocently, "Yes? With my legs how?"

  "Well, uh.... maybe... you know... turn the chair around, sit backwards..."

  So she got the desk chair, turned it so the back was to them, but sat sideways in it, her chin on the back, her legs together. She knew what they had in mind, of course: they wanted her to spread, to let them take pictures of her full spread. And she would. She had to, of course, if they asked explicitly. But it was more than that. She liked seeing them squirm.

  They took some more photos. "How about, uh, that is, facing the back of the chair?" asked Gil.

  "Why Gil," asked Rosie, "Are you asking me to spread my legs?"

  Gil turned red and couldn't seem to say a word.

  "Well boys," said Rosie. "I can tell what you really want a good look at." They looked at the floor, unable to meet her eye. "And I'll tell you what. I'll pose this way—" she momentarily swung her leg over to the other side, but then, after a heartbeat, turned to the side again, "—if you boys tell me what you're going to do with the pictures."

  "Oh," said Kevin, "We'll keep them private, don't worry."

  Rosie didn't know about that: in particular, she wasn't sure if Gil was trustworthy. But she also knew that with eight months of nudity ahead of her, any hopes she had of staying off the web were delusional. So she might as well enjoy their squirming.

  "I don't mean that," she purred. She swung around so that she was straddling the chair, her pussy spread wide: but then she moved her hand to cover it up, as if modestly. "What are you boys going to do when you look at the photos."

  They looked shocked, and couldn't seem to say anything.

  "Come on, boys," she said. "You have a lot of photos of my naked body. Now you're going to get pictures of me spreading completely out. What do boys do when they see photos like that?"

  There was a long silence. Finally Kevin said, mumbling and speaking so softly that Rosie couldn't have understood it if she hadn't known what he was going to say: "Masturbate."

  "What's that?" she said playfully.

  Kevin looked at the floor. But the next time he spoke, he spoke clearly. "Masturbate," he said. "We'd... look at you and jack off."

  Rosie pursed her lips into an o, and lifted her hand to them, and said, "oh my," as if shocked. She thought that if Kevin and Gil were any more embarrassed they might sink into the floor. But then she laughed, and leaned back and said, "That's okay. I know you need to some times. So go ahead, guys. Get some good wank material."

  And, trembling a
bit, their humiliation visible in their entire bodies, Kevin and Gil took a number of photos of Rosie with her legs spread wide open. She spun the chair around, to remove the barrier of the back (for all that it hadn't hid much: it was just a frame). They took shots of her whole body, and then knelt down to get some close-up shots. Rosie felt herself flush when she thought about them looking, afterwards, and close-ups of her womanhood spread open, exposed, in high-definition pixels. She imagined them posting them online (she was sure they would, whatever they said, Gil at least if not Kevin), and imagined thousands of men jacking off as they looked into full-sized images of her pussy. She wondered if the dean would see them. And she squirmed with embarrassment, but managed to keep her legs open, too. She realized that she was getting quite wet at the thought, and hoped that Kevin and Gil wouldn't notice.

  "Will you, uh... bend over?" asked Gil breathlessly. So Rosie bent over the chair, and then got on all fours on the bed, and they took hundreds of pictures of her with her most private parts thrust open. In some ways having their cameras capture her bent submissively, her pussy and asshole spread for the world to see, was more embarrassing than walking naked across campus, however many guys were ogling her boobs. She cringed at the thought, but couldn't deny that she was getting wetter, too. Now they had to have noticed. And in fact Gil grinned and said, "Maybe we're not the only ones who will, uh, take matters in hand this afternoon?" And then both he and Kevin grinned as it was her turn to squirm and flush. They had turned the humiliation she had put them through back on her. Served her right.

  Finally she got up and said, "Well, I think that should be enough for you two to get going with, right? We can do more another day. But right now it's been a long day and I need to go get some dinner."

  "Sure," said Kevin. "Want some company?"

  "I'd love some," said Rosie, "but don't you want to go have fun with those?" she gestured to his camera. "You look like you do," she added, gesturing towards his pants where his erection bulged visibly. Kevin looked away and squirmed. Rosie picked up her bag. She felt momentarily as if she should get dressed, before realizing with a sigh that all she needed to do was slip on her shoes. Then, seeing Gil and Kevin sitting there looking miserable, she laughed at them, but felt pity too, and bent close to Kevin and kissed his cheek.

  "Have fun," she said. "Think of me."

  And then she walked out the door.

  Chapter Six: 241 Days To Go

  That night, as she lay in bed, Rosie herself masturbated for the second time that day. She thought of Kevin and Gil jacking off to photos of her spreading and bending over. She thought of them thinking as they did so of her laughing at them, and how they both squirmed in embarrassment and grew even harder at the thought. Then she pictured the dozens of other guys who had snapped her picture today, and (who knew) the thousands of others online who had already downloaded copies. She wondered if her professors had, or the dean. Well, probably not yet, but they might. She pictured her teachers looking at her, and thinking of what they'd seen online. Or even asking her to lie back and show them in person? Oh God she'd have to. She flushed. She felt as if her arousal and her embarrassment were in an escalating war, each driving others to fiercer heights. She came furiously, forcing herself to keep her mouth shut. After the dirty looks Jill had given her at dinner and that evening, the last thing she needed was to have Jill hear her orgasm from the next room.

  As the excitement left, the dread returned. She didn't know if she could keep this up. True, half of America probably had pictures of her by now, and as explicit photos as you could imagine would be online pretty soon. She couldn't hope to keep her name quiet, too — given the dean's email having gone out to the entire school, soon someone would put two and two together and the name would go with the pictures. She'd be labeled and displayed for the rest of her life — hell, for all time.

  Oh God she was going to have to talk to her parents. What would they think? She couldn't even imagine.

  And how could she still have a business career, when anyone she ever met would google her and see her naked, spread, pouting at Kevin's camera as he took pictures of her open, defenseless pussy?

  What if the whole magical locket thing was a trick, anyway? She fingered it. She did believe it, despite herself. And anyway, what good would it do to back out now? She'd only loose the magical protection against repercussions that going through with it would give her.

  She only hoped that her friends saw that, too. There was nothing to do but go through with it, all the way to the end. And try not to slip up.

  For the next eight months, she was Rosie Douglas, naked girl. Willing to pose and spread for anyone who asked.

  Only 241 more days to go.

  And with that, she fell asleep.

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  Look for Rosie's further adventures as a publically naked girl, plus the even spicier tasks her friends have to undertake, coming soon!