by Gloria
The PA system came alive. As usual, it was hard to understand a word, but it appeared that two seniors had been apprehended in the act of stealing the school bell.
Yes, our school had a bell, or more precisely a ship’s bell. It had been aboard the navy ship that bore the same name of the World War II hero that our school was named for. Each senior class did its best to make it disappear during their last semester.
Extra points were awarded for where the bell was found and how long it took to find it.
The record was now held by last year’s class. They hid the bell in the back of the chemistry class’s chemicals’ storage room. Now safety said that that place is supposed to be inspected weekly, but the old fart who taught chemistry hadn’t been in the back of it for years.
The bell might never have been found except that after two weeks the principal begged for its return after the morning PA announcements and an exchange was offered.
The bell for his toupee.
It was a really bad toupee. It took an entire extra week of bargaining before he gave up and burned the fake hair.
Anyhow, yesterday afternoon, two kids had been found at the scene of the latest crime. A most severe punishment had been leveled on them. They would be stripped not only for the rest of the school year, but also all summer.
Stripping a student hadn’t been used in ages in our school. Hey, this is Florida. The teachers were trying to keep some clothes on us. Some of the stuff girls and boys wore to school was just barely short of my new dress code. Pun intended.
I felt sorry for the pair. The idea of attending my prom and graduation naked if I went through with this was gnawing at me. It was very scary. Still, at least my folks would be supportive of me. What would these poor kids get from their folks?
But there was a worse aspect to this. They’d be naked. Just by glancing at them, everyone in school would know that they were the screw ups that couldn’t even steal a bell.
I wouldn’t want to be in their bare feet.
I had little trouble making it from class to class that day. What I did find surprising was the small amount of attention I got. Instead, there was usually another clump or two moving around the STEM rooms.
I should explain. The Science Tech, Engineering and Math magnet school has one entire wing of the five wing school. I take my AP British Lit course in the English wing, and my AP Civics course is in the History wing, but most of my classes are in the STEM wing. Today, the STEM wing was abuzz.
Two of our own were the ones stripped.
That didn’t sound right to me. Our kids were usually smarter than that. I began to wonder if there was more to this than met the eye.
At mid-day, I got my lunch and headed for my usual place at the cool girls’ table but I couldn’t help but notice that there was a crowd around a table in the center of the room.
“What’s that?” I asked Holly.
“That’s just the nudies,” she said, then seemed to think better of her words. “You know, the bell screw ups.”
I stood there, behind my chair for a moment longer, then began walking toward the crowd.
“Don’t do that Am. That’s not cool,” Cortnee called after me.
“My name’s Amber,” I said, not looking back.
I got to the back of the crowd and saw that my lunch tray was at serious risk of being knocked over by the forest of arms out with phones taking pictures.
“Coming through here,” I said firmly, hardly raising my voice but tolerating no obstruction, either.
A boy turned to see who was causing the ruckus. One look at me and Scotty kind of beamed him out of my way, and the next one and the next one. About half of the crowed ended up backing well away from me.
Two kids, both nerds to the bone, huddled around their trays. Both wore thick glasses, both had pasty skin. It looked better on her than him. They were skinny to a fault, but what I most saw about them was the desperate wish to vanish in a puff of smoke.
“This seat taken?” I asked.
“Y’You don’t have to s’sit with us,” the girl stammered.
“But I choose to. Now, the rest of you, clear out,” I said, looking around the circle of the mob. None would meet my eyes. They shuffled off.
Both of the sacrificial lambs watched the hungry wolfs vanish.
“How did you do that?” the girl said, in awe.
These poor kids had been dropped into the deep end, with cement shoes and told to swim for their life.
“My mom was a nudist for years before her job required her to wear clothes,” I said. “Day before yesterday, I came home to discover her and dad screwing away on the couch. They were celebrating being nudists again. Anyway, my mom told me that the way to control these derps is to channel my goddess. The ancient gods and goddess were nude. I’m nude. You can choose to be a scared bunny, or an Irish goddess. With my red hair,” I said with a shrug, “I have to be an Irish goddess.”
The two just shook their heads slowly. I doubt if they believed a word I said.
“Now, I know it’s pretty bad for you, but you better eat something or you’ll never make it to the end of the day. By the way, have you discovered that being nude can be hot?” I asked the girl as I took a bite of hot dog and ignored the bun.
“You get hot, too?”
“Yeah. It must be worse for you,” I nodded to the boy.”
“I’m on my fourth boner,” he breathed.
“I told him I really like them on him.”
“That helping?” I asked him.
“Getting them down? No. Maybe persuading me that this particular part of my anatomy might be loveable, yes.”
“So, I’m Amber.” “I’m Peter. Pete,” and “I’m Vanessa, Van for short.”
I shook my head. “Please don’t call me Am for short. Can I ask, if it’s not too personal, how did you screw up a bell heist?”
“By not being in on the bell heist,” Pete said, sourly. Van nodded as he said it.
“Huh?” likely wasn’t my most brilliant response of the day, but hey, now it was my time to be confused.
“Listen, we’re both virgin, okay? We were kind of getting it on. I was hoping to slip Van back to my folk’s house and us do something. Christ we’ve been dating for three years.”
“That long and . . .?”
“Yes,” Van said. “What can I say. We’re nerds, okay. We’re slow and some things we don’t plan all that well.”
“For the record, I’m a virgin too,” I slipped in.
“But you’ve got that boyfriend to die for?” Van said.
“Not anymore, I don’t,” I answered.
“Oh,” was in two part harmony.”
“Anyway,” Van said, “we weren’t paying all that much attention to what was going on around us and suddenly a half dozen guys come racing by us going in the opposite direction and before we can figure out what’s happening, we’ve got school security grabbing us and, well, the rest is history, as they say.”
“That’s horrible,” I said. “Didn’t they listen to you?”
“The principal wanted an ass after last year,” Pete said. “He got ours. Bare and blistered.
“Okay, about your skin.” I said to the two. “We nudists don’t have to put up with being hot or hard. There’s nothing that says you can’t jack off right here, or jill for us girls.”
“I tried to slip into the girls’ room, but they just hounded me and wouldn’t even let me close the stall door.”
“Same in the boys’ room,” Pete said.
I slipped my hand between my pussy lips. I breathed softly and began to smile. It felt like an orgasm was diving on me like a hawk. I’d finish this in . . .
“Is this seat taken? Oh,” and a tall boy’s face turned four shades of red. He looked cute that way.
I got control of myself. “Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t. You a virgin?”
He frowned at me, his eyes darting down, up, back down, then up to stay. “That’s a strange question.”<
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“But it’s the one I’m asking today. Tomorrow I may have a different one. We goddesses can be rather fickle.”
“That’s a hard question for a man to answer. How about if I confess to being a virgin in my right ear.”
“Yes, the seat’s open. And I’ve read that book, too. You get two extra points. Now, please excuse me for a moment,” and I closed my eyes and got myself off. It was a small quake, hardly worth the effort, but as a goddess, it’s important to educate your worshipers.
I wiped my hands on the single napkin I’d been allowed and handed it to Van. “You might need the extra paper if you decide to give Pete a hand.”
“You do that so casually,” Van said.
“Three days ago, I would have died of embarrassment. Coming home to see your folks fucking like bunnies on the living room couch, then carrying on a conversation with your mom while your folks are still joined at the groan, if you will, kind of changes a lot of perspectives. You, what’s your name. Are you grossed out yet?”
“Lew. I’d offer to shake hands but . . .”
“Picky, huh?
“Today. Don’t know what I’ll be tomorrow.”
I had to smile at that. “Good comeback. So, why would a nice-looking guy like you want to sit at the nudies’ table? And haven’t I seen you around STEM a few times?”
“I share two classes with you this semester. Quite a few over the years.”
“Oh, that’s embarrassing,” I did my best to admit honestly.
“But understandable. You’re a queen bee, I’m at best a worker ant.
“Lewis. You’re Lewis. The guy that wrecks all the curves,” I said, finally recognizing him.
“The ones that you don’t wreck,” he countered.
“Both of you wreck the curves,” Van said. “It’s hard to keep up with you two.”
I looked at the guy. “Okay, again I ask the question, why are you risking what little stature we STEM kids have by sitting at the naked people’s table with a gal that’s rapidly losing all status and these two people who didn’t want to steal a bell, but were looking for a place to make out and found what has to be the worse place in this school’s history?”
He looked me directly in the eye and said, “I’ve spent four years on the fringe of your court, wishing you’d notice me, queen bee. Well, I’m sorry that you’re losing status, but I am very happy to be sitting in the chair next to you?”
“Wow,” Van said. “I thought we had the drama award for this month, but I think there’s going to be a real race.”
I swallowed, and chose to punt. “I’m not usually at a loss for words, but you’ve stripped me of all of them.”
“This week has had a lot of stripping,” Lew quipped.
“Listen, we’re running out of lunch time, and I think we might want to plan something. I’d like us to meet up at my car after school.”
“We ride the bus,” Van and Pete said together. “I walk,” Lew said.
“Van, Pete, I’ll see that you get home. I’ll also walk out of STEM with you.”
“That might not work well,” Lew said.
I raised my eyebrows at him in a question.
“There’ve been a lot of gals and guys huddling around your old lunch table.”
I refused to look over my shoulder.
“He’s right,” Van said.
“I don’t know what you’re going to face today,” Lew said, “And the entire school is between the STEM wing and the student parking lot.”
“You thinking a gauntlet?” I asked
“Kind of,” he answered
“What clubs meets after school today?” I asked everyone at the table.
“Robots. Math. Oh, and gaming,” Lew said.
“Folks, which is it? Rocking Robots or gaming. We can look at our exit options after one of those is over.”
“Gaming.” “Gaming.” “They won’t know what hit’em.”
“Then gaming it is.”
My last two classes were in STEM, but Van finished with English. Pete was all for going to get her, but Lew offered, and proved a true gentleman as he walked her into the STEM wing. Together, the four of us headed for the gaming corner.
The gaming club was open to freshmen through seniors, and some of the seniors were really good. They didn’t seem to mind at all that we were naked and we wanted to game. So, we played. I offered to donate a spare 32-inch monitor and game console; I’d bring it in Friday. If the four of us were to use this group for cover after school, the least we could do was help them grow their club.
By the time we walked out, there were only a few kids hanging around the halls. Better yet, we walked out with nearly a dozen gamers who knew us for friends. Oh, and the teacher who oversaw the gamers.
When I got back to my car, I was glad for the escort. My lovely blue Honda had been keyed. Eight keys had been dragged from headlights to tail lights.
I now knew how many people had me on their enemy’s list.
I looked at the damage and took a deep breath. I’d never known this type of rejection. Never been on the receiving end of this much hate.
“Folks, would you mind going home with me. I promise I’ll get everyone home safely.”
“I wouldn’t mind studying with you,” Lew said.
“Does your house net have enough bandwidth for four tablets,” Van asked.
I’m afraid I laughed out loud. “Trust me. We have a whole lot of tech support at my house.”
So, I took some pictures of my poor, ravaged car and then drove home with my two new naked friends in the back seat, consoling each other, and Lew riding shotgun.
He leaned toward me and spoke softly. “Do you usually pick up strays?”
“It’s been a strange week,” I answered. “Question. Are you including yourself among the strays?”
“I don’t know. I do seem to be the only one dressed.”
“You could change that when you get to my house,” I teased.
“I’ll think about it. Would you believe, my folks have never so much as taken me to a nude beach.”
“Good lord, you poor deprived child.”
“Amber, some of us don’t get out much. You may be in for a surprise. Everyone doesn’t live in your world.”
I scowled. “I’m not sure I live in my world anymore,” I admitted.
“It might make you more human,” he said.
“Yeah,” was all I could think of to say for an answer.
Then we drove by my parking spot by the gulf. I got them all laughing at me yesterday being so needing to get off that I couldn’t even make it home. I think Lew was all the audience I had for my tale. If I was hearing and smelling right from the back seat, Van was getting off as we spoke.
We arrived home, poor Pete still sporting a painful boner. I took them back to introduce them to my folks as my new circle of friends. Mom suggested Van take Pete out on the patio and help him out of his painful situation. The two fled away quickly.
Mom then looked at Lew. “Our house is clothing optional. You can stay clothed, strip to your BVD’s or whatever you want. We three are Permanude and cannot wear any clothes. Amber, Honey, why don’t you take him upstairs and you can get out of all those gewgaws.”
I led him up the stairs knowing very well that he had a good look at my ass, and my legs were still above those three-inch heels so he had a very good look at a very serious ass.
We reached the top and I turned to him. “Listen, you should know, the reason Big Bad William broke up with me was that I wouldn’t put out. Not before I turned eighteen, and not after. I hope you won’t mistake me being naked for me making a pass at you.”
“You mean all that wiggling ass coming up the stairs wasn’t asking me to pet it?”
“Pet it?”
“My hands were begging to touch your little ass.”
“Is it a good little ass?” I asked, being so evil I should hate myself. But I didn’t.
“I don’t know what it normally is,
but with those three-inch heels it sure looked like it was a dancing ass.”
“Listen, I’m loving the word games, and I’m not averse to some petting. God knows, this day has had enough prickles. It’s just that . . .”
“I’m not going to pressure you. For the last four years, all I’ve ever wanted was a chance to talk to you. Get to know you. I’d love for you to get to know me. I’m not sure there’s anything on the other side of this hill, and I’m in no rush to see what’s on the other side of it if there is anything.”
I gulped. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have to return my power suit to my mom’s vault. You want to come with me?”
“Will I need to defend your honor from orcs?” he asked cheerfully.
“We shall see what we shall see,” I answered darkly.
Mom’s jewelry box was more like an armoire nearly six-foot-high in the back of her walk-in closet. Lew leaned on the doorsill as I began to strip myself really naked. He did offer work the clasp at the back of the golden collar.
As he stepped back from helping me, he glanced around. “I thought nudists weren’t supposed to own clothes.”
“We aren’t, but there’s a lot of designer clothes in all three closets. Most places that take clothes donations aren’t really prepared for selling stuff like this. My folks are looking to take this all to a half dozen upscale resale stores and see if they’ll sell them, then send the check to the food mission downtown.”
“It sucks to be you,” he said, but he smiled as he said it
“Yeah, don’t I know it. Mom and Dad are both part of the tech research machine. I’m realizing how much I’ve been raised spoiled.”
“How did you piss off your old friends?” he asked, so I told him about the tweets from last night.
He ended up shaking his head. “I think I’ll stay in my own little corner of the world. It’s no great shakes, but I don’t have anyone eyeing my ass for a gang bang.”
“You sure you know what I’m thinking about just now?” I said, grinning as I stepped out of the heels.
I put my hands on my hips, canted my pelvis and looked at him. “So, what’s it going to be?”
“I’m not sure. Can I leave my clothes in your room, or is that too forward?”