Jamie And Cindy - Naked In SchoolChapter 5: Friday Morning, Before School free porn video

I woke to the alarm clock buzzing on the nightstand by my bed. Unfortunately, it was on the other side of Cindy and she had to turn it off. This time, though, she didn't knock it on the floor. I stared into her beautiful brown eyes and marveled at how my life had changed in the last four days.

First the Naked in School program, then all the poking and looking from dozens of students, followed by finding Cindy in the midst of being raped by her brother. And that was the first day! I was still a little uncomfortable wandering the school halls naked, but because Cindy was with me in every class now, at least it was easier to bare, er, bear. And Cindy was the biggest change of all. I couldn't imagine not having her in my bed. I sighed contentedly.

She had a sad half-smile on her face and I wondered why. What was there to be sad about? We had each other. School was going great. And I had a date! I actually had a date to the dance tonight. I shivered in happy anticipation. Was that why she was sad? Hesitantly, I asked, "You're not mad because I have a date tonight, are you? I mean, I don't have to go if you don't want me to." Oh, God, I hope she didn't ask that. But I would if she did. I'd hate myself for it, but I'd hate myself more if I didn't.

She laughed, a musical sound in the quiet bedroom. "Never. Nothing you could say or do would ever really make me unhappy." A shadow seemed to cross her face briefly, but before I could remark on it she smiled broadly.

"Come on, time to get up." And suiting action to words, she spun around and bounced out of bed.

In almost no time at all we were showered, fed, and headed for the bus stop, with the bus approaching rapidly. Almost as quickly we were at the school. Time seemed to be flying by so fast I barely noticed the guy who squeezed onto our seat on the bus and spent a happy, for him, fifteen minutes playing with my titties. I could tell he would have preferred Cindy, but she was by the window and out of his reach.

Friday Morning, At School

The crowd outside, waiting for the passing bell, was rather raucous, cheering and clapping as some of the other Program Participants undressed on the gallery by the doors. Because Cindy and I were already naked, our progress through the crowd was one long extended series of requests to fondle our crotches and titties. Every guy, it seemed, wanted one last grope before the week was over.

Homeroom was another fast ten minutes as Mr. Farnham once again had us pose up front on his desk and give everyone one last chance to check out our vaginas, paying special attention to the fact my hymen was still intact. I came twice during the intense fingering I received from my classmates. I'm not sure, but I don't think Cindy came even once. I guess I'm just more sensitive than she is to that sort of stuff.

This being Friday we had all of our classes just like on Monday, each fifty-five minutes long. I couldn't wait for lunch to arrive so I could see James again. Unfortunately, every time I looked at the clock over the blackboard at the front of the classroom, sure that the passing bell would ring any minute, it was only a couple of minutes since the last time I looked, and nowhere near time for the class to end. Geography felt like it lasted long enough for me to walk to Japan (this week's subject) and back.

Career Planning, with Ms. Hamilton, was a real bore and time seemed to stand still. Not even watching as a girl gave William relief helped the time to pass. After an eternity the passing bell finally rang and we took off for Algebra. Algebra was almost as bad, although Mr. Taylor kept both Cindy and me busy with doing problems (he read us the problem and we wrote it out on the board for everyone, like secretaries taking dictation) and that helped the time go by faster. Finally, lunch period arrived and off we went. For some reason we didn't have nearly as many requests as we had the previous days. I guess everyone was getting used to us being naked.

As I had hoped, James was waiting for us and holding two chairs beside his own at the table by the exit doors. "My hellcat angel princess!" he said with a wave towards one chair as he pulled it out from the table. He obviously liked me, but I wasn't sure how to take the "hellcat angel" bit.

Before I could say something, however, Cindy, uncharacteristically, stepped in front of me. I was too startled to speak for a moment but then I saw what she was doing. She pushed him into the middle of the three chairs and then pulled out the left one for me. She spoiled his nice gesture, but we ended up with James between us. I could talk to him without turning my back to her. Ahh, I liked that.

Now that we were together, I didn't know what to say. I just stared at him, blushed, and then looked at my tray. He had already started eating so he finished before we did.

"About tonight," he started, "the dance starts at seven, so I figured I could come by at six-thirty to get you. How does that sound?"

Wonderful was how it sounded. I nodded because I had a mouthful of food, and added, "Good," as soon as I had swallowed.

"Uh," he continued suavely, "I'm afraid I don't have a license," he blushed as he said this, "so my dad will be driving us. I hope you don't mind." I could see he was worried that I would think less of him because of that.

"Oh, no, that's okay." Then a horrible thought struck me. Oh. My. God. All week the students and teachers have been seeing me naked, I was kinda used to that now. But his dad was not a teacher, nor a student. What would he think? Oh, god, that's so embarrassing! I could feel myself blushing just thinking about it. "Uh, do your parents know I'm in the Program?" I asked hesitantly.

"Oh, sure. I've told them all about you," he explained happily.

Oh my god, what did that mean? Just how much did he tell them? I turned my attention to my food and tried not to think about that.

Almost as soon as I finished eating, the next session bell rang. We got up, dumped our trash in the garbage cans, and dropped the trays off at the holder by the door. We were a big group as we left the cafeteria, and because we were right beside the doors we were the first ones outside. I started to head over to the side, like we had done the last few days for the vultures, but Cindy grabbed my arm and pulled me in another direction. Somehow, James had managed to grab my hand so he came with me as Cindy headed away.

"Where're we going?"

"To the library."

"Why?"

"To study. And to avoid the vultures." That last was in a whisper.

"Oh."

Halfway across the courtyard in front of the cafeteria we met the Punk Girls again. Again their T-shirts were all black with red lettering. Dee's said, "Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect." Kay's said, "If I hear cute one more time..." and had that strange cat creature on it with red dripping from its claws on one hand (paw?). Kell's said, "Don't talk to my breasts, you're not going to meet them." And Mindy's said, "I'd be good, If I could, But I can't, So I won't." This time they were all wearing tight black short skirts with zippers. Incredibly, I noticed, their tennis shoes were also all black.

"Library?" Dee asked.

"Yep." Cindy answered, still dragging James and me along.

They shifted around us with Mindy matching Cindy stride for stride and the other three half leading us. Any vultures ahead of us saw the Punk girls and Cindy. By the time they saw me we had already passed them. Unbelievable, a lunch period without any requests!

But I was wrong. Just as we got to the library doors Mindy stopped Cindy. "Reasonable request time," she practically purred. Cindy gave her a startled look, followed by a laugh. So we stopped there in the hall just outside the library. Cindy leaned back against the wall and Mindy began with a gentle caress of Cindy's tits.

James was only a moment behind her lead, pulling my hand to get me to face him. He smiled, opened his mouth, closed it, and then asked, "Could I please look at your," he colored red, "pussy?"

It was my turn to laugh and lean against the wall. I spread my legs and pulled the folds between my legs apart so he could get a good look. And touch. Which he did. I didn't have to worry about being dry there as I had gotten wet almost immediately when he had asked me.

It was only when I felt a hand on my tittie that I realized I had closed my eyes. It was Kell standing beside me. I pulled up her skirt, not a long distance, and slid my hand between her legs. Her panties were soaked, and I didn't help them get any drier when I slipped my fingers through the side and to her clit. Between the two of them I think I must have had at least three climaxes. They weren't nearly as loud as my previous ones because the moment I opened my mouth Kell covered it with hers. Wow! Can she kiss!

I ended up sitting cross-legged on the floor, gasping like a fish in the air. I noticed that Cindy was doing the same a couple of feet away. While James was hugging me on my right, with his right hand still between my legs, Mindy was hugging Cindy. Kell was leaning on my other side just as Dee was leaning against Cindy. Kay was the only one left out of the set, but she didn't look like she minded, although she was a bit flushed. She did seem to be staring at James' hand in my crotch.

I held up my left hand to her and when she took it I pulled her down so that she squatted in front of me. I pulled James' hand away from my crotch - it was rather sensitive there right now - and guided it to Kay's now-exposed panties. She gasped and dropped to her knees, but didn't make a move to remove his hand. I pulled her panties to one side, and she spread her knees further apart to help, and let him start rubbing her crotch. She leaned forward, putting her head on James' shoulder.

Watching her friends get off must have been very frustrating, so it didn't take much attention to her clit for James to complete the process for her. When she sat down on the floor James could no longer reach that sensitive little man-in-a-boat, and she finally stopped cumming.

After a brief pause to regain her breath, she leaned forward again and unzipped James' pants, pulled his underwear down, and started stroking his penis. I had, by now, seen many guys, and stroked more than a few of them myself, but this was James and I found myself staring. It was so big and purple, and a quick glance at his face told me he was enjoying the fondling.

He had just given two girls more than a few orgasms and he hadn't had any relief at all. Talk about frustrating, he must be ready to explode! I reached over with my left hand and started stroking him too.

Kay gave me a quick grin and concentrated on the head of his penis while I squeezed and stroked the base. Only a minute later he groaned and I felt a vein on the bottom pulse. Kay felt it too and lunged downward, barely getting her mouth over the tip before he began to spray his sperm out. I felt each pulse as it traveled up his penis, and saw Kay swallow each one as it came out. Finally it all stopped and she sat back. She looked at me and shrugged, "Couldn't let him make a mess, could I?" I smiled at her, thinking I should have done that. Next time, I decided, I would. "Thanks," was all I said to her. She could have let him make a mess on his clothes and embarrassed him. I liked that she was nice to my boyfriend like that. Especially because she obviously had no designs on him herself.

After a few minutes to recover, funny, no one said a word, we just looked at each other, and slowly began to stand. Then we went into the library and spent the next thirty minutes actually working on homework. Well, not exactly, I think I spent at least half that time just looking at James. God, he was cute. And he liked me. And he had asked me to the dance tonight. And I don't remember what the homework was that I did. I hope I did it right. And my towel had a wet spot in the middle.

I also had time to realize we were lucky no one had caught us. While it was okay for the girls, and James, to fondle and bring off Cindy, and me, for me and Cindy to reciprocate was breaking the NIS rules. We were not supposed to touch them, they were supposed to touch us.

The passing bell broke us up and we headed to our next classes.

English with Ms. Carmichael was another study in slow motion time, but eventually the bell rang.

P.E. was one long basketball game. Cindy was on the opposite team and I got to "guard" her as the pro players say. However, Cindy's idea of guarding had little to do with what the coach had told us. Her version consisted of a lot of "close" contact - rubbing her titties against my titties when standing in front of me, fondling my butt and rubbing her tits against my back whenever she got behind me, even running her fingers over my nipples or crotch when she thought no one was watching. By the time we headed for the showers she had me so hot that I was ready to jump her right there on the basketball court, and to hell with the others watching us!

I was chasing Cindy in the shower, not an easy thing to do when the floor is really wet, and she was successfully staying out of reach, the teasing bitch, when the guys came in. I stuck my tongue out at Cindy, grabbed the closest guy, and jammed his hand between my legs. Even though he was startled at my aggressiveness, he quickly caught on and brought me to a fast climax.

Once I came down I returned the favor with lots of soap and sliding of my chest against his. There were several volunteers after that and I had another orgasm as I jacked off two guys on either side me while a third did his best to soak my back while sliding against my butt. The fourth guy was on his knees in front of me and I think that's the first time a guy has ever tongued me like Cindy does.

The guy in front of me, I think his name is Vance, stood up and I felt his penis bump against my legs. Oh, no, we were not going to do that. I might have been acting like a slut because of the Program. but I was still a virgin and I intended to stay that way for a while longer. I shifted position and let his penis slide up against my stomach. This was easier to do than actually trying intercourse because he was taller than me anyway. With the soap as lubricant, plus my holding him in place around the waist, he quickly reached his climax as well and another guy wanted to take his place.

Like the other days, all too soon the passing bell rang. Cleaner than when we had finished our showers this morning at home, Cindy and I headed for our last class of the day, Modern World History. We both were more than a bit unsteady on our feet.

World History was a subject that I actually liked, but that didn't make the time go by faster. Finally, the passing bell rang and everyone jumped up to leave. Oddly, only one guy had a request, and he wanted to fondle Cindy's breasts. It felt kind of weird to be standing there, naked and ignored, while Cindy got all the attention. Was it because it was the last day? I didn't understand. And I didn't really care. I wanted to run to the admin office to see if James was there.

He was.

Cindy went straight into the Counselor's Office with a little wave at James as she went by him. I just stood there, tongue-tied. He said, "Let's take a walk." So we did.

It's amazing how fast the halls emptied after school. Having almost forty naked girls and boys getting dressed just outside the school's front doors probably had a lot to do with that. We walked down the hall holding hands, him clothed and me naked. But I felt wonderful and relaxed.

"I..." I said

At the same time, he said, "I..."

We both laughed self-consciously, and I told him "Go on," as he said, "you first."

After a couple of false starts we finally decided I would go first, "Why do you call me 'hellcat?'"

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Well, because you are."

We had stopped and I was looking at his face. "I mean," he continued quietly, "On Monday, it's not even lunch time and already, you, a Freshman, has the entire school talking about you. The guys are stunned that any girl would do what you did in Homeroom. Not bad, you understand, just amazed that any girl would have the guts to go through with it. And the girls are all thinking about how they would have felt in you place.

"Oh sure, some kids were saying nasty things, but you had no reputation. No one knew you. And here you are setting a standard.

"And then, in the lunchroom, the way you decked that football player Sam and made such a scene about him not making a request. Wow! That put a real stop to the nasty rumors. You certainly set a limit on what was expected.

"And then, on Tuesday, there was a rumor that you were responsible for stopping a rape. They said that if you hadn't been so fast to respond they never would have caught him in the act like they did." He shook his head. "And Wednesday you catch a guy forcing Cindy into a blow job in the bathroom. The story is that you almost pulled his balls off!

"And Thursday, well I don't have to tell you what everyone thinks of you now. You're a heroine! Everyone wants to sit at your table at lunchtime, just to be near you.

"Nobody is going to cross you about anything for the rest of the year. The bullies are terrified you'll kill 'em, or make them wish you had killed 'em, and everyone else is hoping you'll be around if there's ever trouble!"

I stared at him. I knew my mouth was hanging open. I didn't know what to think. I mean, put the way he just did it sounded like I was some kind of Amazon Warrior when I knew it was all just accidents. "But... , " I started.

"And to top it all off," he went on, smiling as he said it, "you don't even realize what you've done. I mean, you've even managed to get the Punk Girls to talk to you civilly.

"You're not bragging to anyone about what you did, you're not projecting some 'I'm better than you' attitude, you're just going on like this is all normal stuff for you.

"Plus," and now he looked at the floor, "you're beautiful."

That made me snap my mouth closed. "With these tiny titties?" I cupped my little A-cup breasts with my hands. "You're crazy!"

"You think so? Well, I've been listening to the guys around this school and half of them wish their girlfriends were as good-looking as you are. And, god, I know they wish their girls were half as loud as you, too."

I blushed furiously at that.

"And while lots of guys fantasize about big breasts what most of them want is a girl who isn't stuck up and hung up and a cock tease. None of which describes you."

I was having a tough time believing him. "Really?" I squeaked. I don't think anyone except my daddy has ever said that many good things to me all at once. And he left me.

"That's why I love you," he said. "You're smart, you're fast, you're beautiful, and you don't take shit from anybody. Not even me."

He took another deep breath and let it out. "That's what I wanted to tell you. I am so sorry for not realizing what I was doing by not making any requests. I really thought that you wouldn't want me to make requests. I didn't appreciate that not making requests meant that someone else would, and maybe that that someone else might be someone you didn't want to grant a request to. Which means I really let you down when you needed my support and I can't forgive myself for that."

I hugged him. I didn't know what else to do. I surreptitiously wiped the tears from my eyes. He was so sweet. He hugged me back.

After a minute, we separated and slowly headed back to the admin office in silence. Our timing was pretty good because we had no sooner walked into the office than Cindy walked out of the Counselor's room. Like previous sessions, she was pale and had clearly been crying. I walked straight to her and hugged her, but I didn't let go of James' hand.

I pulled my hand up high on Cindy's back, which forced him closer. It took a hard glare from me, but he finally got the message and joined me in hugging Cindy. If he was going to be my boyfriend he was going to have to accept my new sister Cindy as well.

Friday Afternoon, After School

We all walked out to the car drop-off to wait for my mother. She didn't disappoint us and pulled up in time to breakup another group hug.

"Girls," she said, "where are your clothes?"

Cindy and I looked at each other. "Home," we said simultaneously.

Mom glared at us. "You twits. Get in." I climbed in the front and Cindy got in the back. We waved goodbye to James as mom pulled out.

"What were you two thinking this morning? I told you I was going to make an appointment at the beauty salon for after work. If we go home for your clothes we'll miss the appointment. So, you two are going to have to decide if we go to the salon as you are."

Oops. Cindy and I exchanged appalled looks. This was not good. Being in school naked was one thing, being naked in public was quite another.

The Valle Agua Azul facility was a small town in and of itself, with many of the small businesses a thriving town needed for survival: book stores, video and game rentals, clothing stores, restaurants by the score, supermarkets, and so on. The beauty saloons were just a part of the fabric.

While the Company owned all the land, the businesses were private and mostly owned by people who didn't work for the Company, who had moved here to open a business. The only common theme was that anyone who opened a business had a Company non-disclosure agreement as part of his or her lease. The Company wasn't about to take a chance on losing any trade secrets because of an indiscrete employee or an overheard conversation.

There were three separate shopping malls in Agua Azul, each offering a slightly different mix of businesses and about equidistant from each other. The three loosely grouped housing complexes around the main sections of the Project dictated their locations: Research and Development, Solar Power Facility, and the Water Control Facility. Surrounding the entire main facility were miles of Company owned farmland. The farm workers, mostly Mexican laborers, lived in separate villages close to the fields they tended, with small satellite grade schools for their children.

Mom was taking us to the Saguaro Mall, the farthest from our apartment. Did I really want to go naked into a shopping Mall? I was thrilled at the prospect of getting made up in a beauty salon, but to do it while nude? But I did so want to look good for James. And when had mom told me about going to a beauty salon? I didn't remember that.

"Um, that's my fault," Cindy confessed. "I forgot to tell you last night."

Oh, I could just kill that girl. I sat with my arms across my chest and dithered. Should I? Maybe I shouldn't. Was I brave enough? I didn't think so.

Mom pulled into the parking lot, parked, and turned to me, "Well?"

I sat there. What to do? What to do?

Suddenly, mom snapped her fingers and said, "I know! Wait here." She popped open the car door and a moment later she was striding across the parking lot towards a shop with the sign La Contessa Hair & Nail Salon above it. Fortunately, this mall was the outdoor mall, not enclosed, and all the shops were accessible directly from the parking lot, so we watched her as she disappeared inside the salon.

"What do you think she's doing?"

"I don't know. Warning them we're naked?"

Puzzled, we just sat there. About five minutes later mom came back to the car, carrying something folded over her left arm.

"Look, look, she got us towels to wear!" I was overjoyed; we wouldn't have to go inside completely naked!

But that wasn't quite it. When she got to the car she handed us a pair of smocks! They looked like ponchos except they didn't have sides and they did have pockets in front. We threw them over our heads and stepped out of the car. They completely covered our fronts and backs and had ties on the sides at the waists to keep them from flapping around. Even though the sides were open, all the important stuff was covered. We were saved! I hugged mom, and a moment later Cindy joined me.

Our confidence much bolstered by our new apparel, we headed across the parking lot to the salon. As we entered I heard a soft bell ringing and looked up to see a small bell attached to the wall beside the door. As the door opened, a roller passed across the bell's support, making it jingle. Most stores used an electronic system to detect and announce customers.

The salon had a row of chairs down each side, almost all occupied by women in various stages of beauty prep. An old Mexican woman, at least forty, was waiting at the front to meet us. She was all smiles as she greeted us, "Buenas tardes. And you are the young ladies going to the dance tonight?" We nodded. "Good," she said in slightly accented English. She led us into the shop where there were two empty chairs, and a woman standing beside them. There were several gasps as we walked by the other women and they saw we were naked under the smocks. I heard the words desnudo and puta repeated more than once. I guessed that desnudo meant nude, but I don't know what the other word meant.

As soon as I was seated, the owner, I guess she was the owner, asked, "How would you like your hair?" I hadn't even considered that. Before I could come up with an answer, though, Cindy leaned over from the other chair, "Curl it, lots of curls, you'll look wonderful in curls." I looked at mom, who was still standing beside us. She nodded, so I went for it. Cindy wanted her hair tinted dark blue tingeing towards red at the end.

The owner set to work on me while the other lady started on Cindy's hair. Time passed quickly as we chatted. The owner, Adyona, wanted to know more about the Program. Apparently mom had told her just enough to convince her she wasn't going to steal the smocks and really did need them to cover us. She hadn't really believed her until we all walked in. There were an awful lot of gasps, Madre Maria's, and tsk's, as I told her a little bit about the program. I didn't tell her about having orgasms and the boys actually putting their fingers a little bit inside my vagina, but I did describe having to take showers with the boys, and all the boys playing with my titties. And how the teachers had us pass out assignments and do the problems on the boards for them. And how almost all the boys were polite and most even said thank you. I made sure to tell her about hitting that guy at my first naked lunchroom experience.

"Didn't you get into trouble? Hitting a boy like that?"

"Nah," I explained, "He got in trouble for not asking first and not only is he in the program now himself, but he's in it next week as well. I have to do it for one week, he has to do it for two right now, and he is still in the list to be chosen later this year and I'm not. So he gets three weeks of being naked!"

She laughed and agreed that was fair punishment for grabbing me without asking first. She did say she was very glad her school never did that when she was a girl, she would have died of embarrassment. While we were waiting for my hair to set, she moved me over to another table, "How would you like your nails done, love?" I didn't know what to say. "Well," she prompted, "do you have a nickname?"

I felt my face heat up as I blushed, "Well, my boyfriend calls me his hellcat angel."

She looked at me questioningly.

"Because, he says, I fight so hard and I'm so pretty," I mumbled.

She laughed gently, "Si, I understand." She sat for a moment, then smiled broadly, "I know just the thing." And she started to work. She started with my right thumb, carefully filing and trimming until she was happy with it, and then painting it with a red base. Less than a minute later she was done. A tiny angel sat on my thumbnail. Then she did my index finger, that nail sported a little female devil. And so it went, alternating between the two images until both hands were done. My left thumbnail had the devil on it.

She pushed back her chair and looked at my toes. "Are you going to be wearing stockings or pantyhose?"

I blushed. "Um, it's a school dance, so I have to go naked."

She looked up at me, her mouth open in a little "O" of shock, "Madre Maria!"

She took a breath after a moment, and then smiled at me. She flipped a lever on either side of the small table and the side facing me dropped down into a lower position and at a slant. "Put your feet here." Then she lowered her chair a bit, and quickly went to work on my toes. Soon I had a matching set of angels and devils down there as well.

It had taken almost an hour, but when we walked out to the car both Cindy and I felt great. I thought I looked pretty good with a mass of curls surrounding my face, and as for my nails, well I felt beautiful for the first time ever. And Cindy was beautiful.

Once we were in the car we removed the smocks and mom took them back to the salon. Mom had been busy while we were occupied and she had run out to a restaurant and picked us up supper, which Cindy and I ate on the way home.