Naked In School

Then it was my turn. The animals gathered. "Let’s strip her now!" one of them said.

"Sorry," Dave held up his hand. "You can’t."

"That’s a reasonable request, she can’t stop us!" one of them yelled.

"She’s not. I am. It’s a reasonable request, but one I already made. I requested it earlier, so I will be undressing her today. And I don’t need any help."

Oh my GOD! He’d do that? I remembered what he said-don’t act surprised-so I forced a smile. He came over to me, whispered, "relax," and started unbuttoning my shirt.

"Have you ever undressed a girl before?" I whispered.

"No, can’t you tell?" he softly chuckled. "My hands are shaking."

"You’re very brave."

"Necessity is the mother of invention. Or bravery. Or something," he smiled. I just giggled. He had my shirt off and was reaching behind me to get to my bra clasps. It was a bit of a struggle. "Who invented these things, anyway?" he laughed. I chuckled, as he finally got it off.

He was being very gentle, and I noticed that the natives were getting very restless, because I wasn’t being properly humiliated. There was murmuring from the crowd. Luckily, his friends caught on, and started the "DAVID DAVID!" chant again, as he undid my pants. He helped me out of them. Then the panties. He was very careful, knowing that I was still sore down there.

I had a flash-I wished I wasn’t sore down there. WOW. That came out of the blue! Jesus. Was I actually getting turned on by this?!?!? Well, yeah. Just a little.

Anyhow, I was undressed, and Dave stood up and beamed at me. I felt I had to tell him what I suspected, however. "Thank you. That might be one of the nicest things anyone’s ever done for me. However, I think you just painted a target on your back."

"So what?" he said. I beamed, and we went into the school building.

CHAPTER TEN DAVID

Did I know she was using me? Well, yeah. I didn’t think there was anything more to it. I didn’t have any illusions. She needed help, and I was willing. I really didn’t mind. Yes, I was waiting for the inevitable return to type, but I figured that would happen after she got out of The Program, at which point we would’ve gone our separate ways anyhow.

And, I’m not going to lie for a minute. I did enjoy undressing her. To hell with all her ‘fat’ talk, I liked her, physically. She wasn’t fat, she was soft. She had hardly no stomach, just a little bulge. She did have hips, and an ass. I liked that. I also liked what she had on top. She’s crazy if she thinks she’s fat.

Of course, I could see where she might have gotten that crap, after having met her mother, who was built rather like Cher. As far as I’m concerned, Cher’s the most disgusting woman in history. If her mother was holding herself up as an ideal for Missy, I can see where Missy’d think she was fat. I was beginning to get the impression that her parents should write a book-how to hideously warp your daughter in ten easy lessons.

Anyhow, we got inside, and, immediately, Mr. Tilling was making an announcement:

"Attention, all students. Attention all students. We have a student in The Program, junior Melissa Jenkins, who needs special consideration. Melissa was injured yesterday. So, there will be no touching of Melissa today. Melissa was injured, and any touching in sensitive areas will cause her pain. Anyone caught touching Melissa will be disciplined. Thank you."

"Good for Mr. Tilling," I said. "Maybe that will help."

"Somehow, I’m not holding my breath," Missy said.

Unfortunately, she was right. It wasn’t three minutes after that announcement that I heard her cry out. Roger Kelsey, one of the assholes on the football team, was twisting her nipple, with his other hand heading towards her pussy.

"Hey, didn’t you hear what Mr. Tilling just said?" I barked at him.

"Fuck Tilling," he said, as he twisted Missy’s tit and grabbed at her pussy. It obviously hurt.

That’s when I did something really stupid. I slapped both of his hands away and stood between him and Missy. "That’s enough," I said.

"What are you going to do about it?" he snickered.

"Stop you." I was insane! This Neanderthal could kill me!

Which he proved, right off. One good swing. I managed to get my hand up a little and glance the blow a little, but it still got me. Right in the face. BOOM! Down I went, blood rushing from my nose. And that gave the asshole a free pass to Missy. Luckily, some of my buddies had seen what was going on and rushed over, and Ty and Mike grabbed the guy by the arms.

"HEY!" Roger yelled. "Let go of me!"

"Not hardly," Ty said. He wasn’t going to be able to get away from Ty. Ty was a moose. Ty and Mike ‘escorted’ him to Mr. Tilling’s office. "You’d better get to the nurse," he said to me.

"Good plan. Thanks for the assist, guys."

"Don’t mention it," Mike grinned, as they led the screaming and kicking Roger off down the hall.

"Very heroic, Shiell," Maggie Benson said to me. "Very stupid, but very heroic. You can come over to my place later today, and I’ll kiss it better," she grinned.

I just grinned at her. Then I looked over and saw Missy. She was as white as a ghost. She didn’t look like she could speak. I managed to stand up, gripping my head. "Ow," I said. "I hope my nose isn’t broken."

"Oh my God…" Missy gasped. "You…you…oh GOD!"

"I’m all right, you know," I grinned at her. "Just a ding."

"You’re covered in blood!"

"Just a nosebleed," I said. "Good thing I’m naked-that shirt I wore this morning is one of my favorites."

Ok, so I was being much calmer about this than I would’ve guessed. Because she was freaking out. This was the first time I’d ever gotten in anything even resembling a fight in my life. I should’ve been completely nuts about it.

"You need to get to the nurse," Missy finally said.

"Good plan," I grinned.

"Do you need help?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, thanks." I said. She, again hesitantly, took my hand, and we walked to the nurse.

"I can’t believe you did that," she croaked, in a tone that was half awe and half horror.

"Neither can I, to be honest with you," I laughed. "Ow. Remind me not to laugh."

"Jesus," she said. "What a pair we are. Your face and my crotch. Something tells me we’re not going to be having oral sex any time soon." I burst out laughing, damn the pain, and she turned bright red. "Oh my God did I just say that?" I was still chuckling-and she was still blushing-when we entered the nurse’s office.

"You two again?" Nurse Evans said. Then she saw my face. "Jesus, Dave, what happened?"

"Someone decided to ignore Mr. Tilling’s ‘No touching Missy’ announcement," Missy said. "Dave took exception."

"Come here, let me see," Nurse Evans said, leading me to the table. "The doctor’s here today, so wait a minute. Plus I have to go call Mr. Tilling. Again."

"He already knows," I said. Lowering my voice to sound like some bad TV cop, I said, "The backup I called for has already subdued the perpetrator and escorted him to Mr. Tilling’s office." At least I got a giggle out of Missy.

"I’ll call him anyway," Nurse Evans grinned. "Be right back."

She left, and Missy hopped up on the table next to me. "How’s your boob?" I asked her.

"Hurts like hell. How’s your face?"

"Hurts like hell."

"I’m sorry."

"Wasn’t your fault," I said.

"Yeah, it was," she said. "Let’s not forget why I’m in The Program."

"Oh, fuck that," I said. "It’s gone way beyond that."

"Yeah, I’m sure me being a bitch all these years doesn’t help," she said.

"How many people have you physically assaulted?"

"Well, none," she said.

"Exactly. Some of these idiots seem to have forgotten the ‘sticks and stones’ stuff."