It's a Party!

It’s a Party!

By Bubblegom

NC-17 for overt sexual content

My mother told me I never liked wearing clothes. She informed me that from the time I could toddle around I would always pull anything off she had on me, plus my diaper. She said that later when I was about five and six, she had to watch me like a hawk when she took me to go swimming because I would always pull my bathing suit off and go swimming around naked in whatever pool, lake or ocean we were in.

As far as back as I can remember, I’ve always hated wearing clothes. They just feel so confining to me, as if I can’t move or function correctly when I’m all weighed down with clothes. This is particularly a problem because I am a young woman and we women seem to have to wear so many clothes and clothes that are too tight or heavy. In elementary school I was always getting in trouble for stripping down at recess. Of course, the older I became, the more attention I received from boys and that was rewarding in itself.

I can remember in the sixth grade, me and a group of boys would always disappear during recess around the side of the school and I would strip down for them. They loved it and so did I! It always felt so liberating to me and free. Sometimes I’d get some of them to do the same thing. Their bodies looked so funny at the time to me with their little hairless peckers. But I never let them touch me, that was one of my big rules. You can look, but you better not touch. Sometimes I would touch them though, if they begged me enough and if a boy was particularly mature before his time, his dick would get real hard. One time I actually stroked a boy’s cock until he shot off against the side of the school. That was so hot to me, having that kind of control! But he got scared when it was happening to him, because he really didn’t have any idea at the time what it was. He never came around me again after that.

Of course this whole thing made a lot of the other girls real jealous of me and they hated me for it. Every once in a while they’d all gang up on me at recess and pull my clothes off and run away with them figuring to really embarrass me when I had to go back to class naked. But I would fool them. We lived pretty close to the school and I would just run home for the day and if a teacher asked me the next day why I didn’t return to class I would tell them and those girls would get in big trouble.

Every once in a while when I was going home like that, some perv would stop and try to convince me I should get in his car for a ride to my home, but I never fell for that one. But wouldn’t you think all those people driving by would see there was a young girl stark naked walking along the side of the road and call the police or something? But I guess that’s true. Nobody wants to get involved today.

In middle school I had a best friend named Andrea and she was way cool. She wasn’t like me or anything, but she didn’t judge me. In fact, she used to try and help me in any way she could. You know those yucky gym suits girls had to wear? Well, I retailored mine. I had the blouse cut up to just across the bottom of my breasts and I had the shorts cut up right along the bottom of my labia! In fact, it was so short, that if I wanted, I could turn a certain way and you could see my pussy! One day in the eighth grade our gym teacher was sick and, we had to go to class with the boys, so they had us doing gymnastics together in the gym. The teacher was this real young guy, Mr. Boyd. He was really good looking too. He was fairly tall, with a nice bod and blonde wavy hair. It was his first year teaching. So anyway I had it all worked out with Andrea. She was supposed to jump on the small trampoline and vault onto the horse and do one of those basic put your hands down between your legs and touch once with them and then jump off the horse. Well, Andrea hit the trampoline super hard and vaulted all the way over the horse and landed awkwardly right at my feet and acted as if she had fallen and on the way down she grabbed my shorts and pulled them down to the floor.

What a laugh! I wasn’t wearing any panties, of course and then when she stood up she acted as if she were off balance and she pulled my blouse up over my head leaving me standing there in front of all these boys stark naked. It was so great and I looked at Mr. Boyd and he was getting a hard on. I was beginning to develop real well by then. I had had my period already and my breasts were almost fully developed and I had all my pubic hair. So I kept looking at him and smiling. I thought he was so hot! Some of the girls finally ran over and helped me get dressed.

That afternoon right at the final bell as I was leaving my last class, Mr. Boyd suddenly appeared at my elbow and asked me to follow him into his office. I couldn’t understand what any of this was about until I followed him down to his office by the gym and saw Andrea sitting there. She looked way bummed out. Mr. Boyd told me to keep standing by his desk while he went over and locked his door. I began to feel uneasy wondering what he wanted. He went and sat down behind his desk.

He explained, “Let me get right to the point, Sara. That display this afternoon was horrible. If I were to tell the principal what had occurred, you would be expelled in a heart beat and so would Andrea for helping you in your little foul minded scheme.”

I glanced back at Andrea and she hung her head guiltily. I instantly realized the jig was up and that she had cracked under the pressure and admitted everything to Mr. Boyd. When I looked back at him, he continued, “That’s right, Sara. I’ve talked to Andrea and she told me all about it. You have one chance to save yourself and Andrea too.”

“What’s that?” My voice quavered. It wasn’t an act. I really was scared. I didn’t want to be expelled!

“Well,” the young teacher explained, “I think you have some serious emotional problems, young lady with this need of yours to expose your body to the opposite sex like that. If you go on like this, you could end up getting arrested or even worse, raped! Now, I want you to receive some counseling for this, but I’m worried that something might happen, before you can get to a counselor or the counselor is able to help you, so I would like to help you first, if I may.”

“S-Sure,” I stammered. “That’ll be fine.”

Andrea started to get up to leave thinking her part was over in what turned out to be quite a charade. Mr. Boyd directed, “Oh no, Andrea. I want you to stay too. I think you can probably help Sara with this.”

Andrea sat back down reluctantly. “Well, what do you want me to do?” I asked, feeling a little braver seeing as though he wasn’t going to turn me in – at least, not right away.

The young teacher explained, “I need you to strip off all your clothing.”

I flushed bright red. I know you might think this was strange for me, but it was embarrassing. I mean, it’s one thing to be in charge of when you strip off, but another thing to be in a locked office with your close friend and a young good-looking male teacher and he orders you to do it.

He further directed, “Come on, right now. I need to see how it affects you in order to better help you.”

I glanced at Andrea for some support and she was looking at the floor, so I removed all my clothing. It didn’t take me long because I wasn’t wearing much – just a blouse and a short skirt – no bra or panties. I stood stark naked in front of him except for my shoes.

Mr. Boyd walked around the desk and looked me closely up and down. He said, “Take your shoes off too.” And he watched me as I removed my flats and placed them on my other articles of clothing.

“Spread your legs some. Good. Now do you see this?” the teacher asked me, bending down and pointing at my exposed labia. “You are getting excited, now that’s not natural in this situation, is it Andrea?”

Andrea silently shook her head. She told me later she was too frightened to say anything.

“Andrea, come up here too,” Mr. Boyd ordered. Andrea grudgingly joined me and tried not to look at me standing there totally nude with an engorged labia hanging out. “Okay, Andrea. I want you to remove all your clothing too.”

Andrea turned bright red and exclaimed, “I will not!”

“Andrea,” he said severely, “You are involved in this too. I would hate you to be expelled. I’m not asking you to remove all your clothing because of a whim or that I need to see you naked. I have a full grown girlfriend. I don’t need to see thirteen year old girls naked. I’m trying to help your friend. I want her to see how a normal young woman reacts to being naked in a public setting.”

Well, now I knew a load of bullshit when I heard it, but either apparently Andrea didn’t or she didn’t know what to say to it, so she slowly removed every stitch of clothing she was wearing. And let me tell you, Andrea was a knockout. I mean I’m pretty hot, but Andrea was drop dead gorgeous. She had really long dark black hair that hung straight down her back, great big breasts for her age, a narrow little waist, her pussy already was full grown with pubic hair and her legs were long and luscious.

Of course, she was terrifically embarrassed. She told me later she hadn’t been naked in front of a man since she was a little girl and that had been her father. Andrea stood hunched over with one hand across her pussy and the other attempting to hide her luscious breasts. Mr. Boyd went over and stood in front of her.

“Now you see, Sara,” he declared, “this is how a normal, modest young woman acts when not wearing anything in a public place. You can put your hands down now and straighten up for a minute please, Andrea.”

Andrea just stood there. I actually think she was frozen solid for a minute with shock. The young teacher went on in an angry tone. “Andrea, I said to lift your hands for a moment! I don’t want to have to keep telling you everything twice. The next time this happens I’m just going to quit fooling around with you and send you down to the principal’s office.”

My friend very halfheartedly, I’m sure, straightened up and dropped her hands to her side completely displaying the ample charms of her completely nude body to the young teacher. From what I could see from the corner of my eye, she appeared to be blushing mightily.

Mr. Boyd stepped back in front of me and explained, “There again, Sara, do you see how embarrassed your friend is? Now that is a natural reaction, Andrea is not enjoying it. But you are sexually twisted somewhere. You do act as if you enjoy it.”

The young teacher continued to speak, as he began to pull his t-shirt over his head displaying a very muscular upper body physique that tapered down to a narrow waist. I told you he was a hunk! “Now I want you both to look at me and see how unnatural it is for me to be naked in front of you in school like this.”

He then proceeded to pull his gym shorts and jock strap down to his feet stepping out of them and laying them on his desk. Mr. Boyd stood before us completely naked except for his gym shoes. His hips were slightly bigger than his waist, his stomach was flat as a board, and his legs were muscular, but beautifully sculpted. His penis didn’t look wrinkled at all like some of the ones I had seen on younger boys, but probably the reason for that was presently it was way hard! It stood straight out between seven and a half and eight inches long from his big thatch of blonde pubic hair. Wow! I happened to glance at Andrea and she was looking at the floor, but I knew she had seen him because she was shaking and I was afraid she was going to faint.

“Now,” Mr. Boyd continued, “see what you being inappropriately naked could bring about. Why you might cause someone to take their clothes off themselves and then step up to you and do this.” The young teacher stepped close to me and leaned down and began to passionately kiss me on the lips, while running his left hand down my body until he located my clitoris. He must have been very accomplished at this, because he seemed to locate it immediately and he began to stimulate my love button with his digit. I moaned and almost swooned in his arms. It felt that good!

While continuing to push his finger in and out hard, Mr. Boyd broke off the kiss and glanced over at Andrea. “Andrea!” he shouted. Her head snapped up. I noticed she appeared so red her face resembled a ripe tomato. “You need to watch us,” the young teacher ordered sternly. “You were involved in this as much as Sara and you need to see where it can lead if gone unchecked. Now I don’t want to have to tell you again!”

Mr. Boyd suddenly just leaned over and picked me completely up as easy as can be and lay me across his desk! He then inserted his large erection into my dripping, distended labia. Even though I was technically a virgin because a man had never penetrated me, a giant dildo that I had found in one of my friend’s parents’ room had and it had broken my hymen. Consequently the young teacher was able to slide all the way in easily. His eyes grew wide in surprise. I almost laughed in his face. He thought he was copping a cherry and then found he wasn’t! But I wasn’t going to tell him that technically he was, that’s for sure!

Since he had encountered no resistance, he began to plunge into me again and again with great speed and power. God, it felt good, but I was afraid he was going to rip my little thirteen year old pussy in two he was going so hard. “Oh, God!” I began to scream. “Fuck me!, fuck me, Mr. Boyd!”

I noticed that he, from time to time, would glance over to Andrea to make certain she was still watching and he would make eye contact with her. I think he had a little exhibitionist problem of his own, plus I think in his mind he was fucking the two of us at the same time.

Suddenly I began to enjoy my first climax brought about by a man as waves of cum washed out of me. “Ah, ah!” I screamed. Then I felt and saw Mr. Boyd tense for a second and then twitch and then he was shooting his hot load of sperm right into me. When he had finished, he semi-fell over me on the desk. “God,” I heard him murmur. “You are one hot little piece.”

I smiled sweetly at him, showing my still present dimples and answered, “Thank you, you ain’t so bad yourself.”
“Hahaha!” the young teacher roared.

I happened to look over in Andrea’s direction and she was standing transfixed with her mouth agape. Now that he had gotten his rocks off, Mr. Boyd was anxious to get us out of there before someone saw us. We dressed quickly and just before leaving, he cautioned us to say nothing or he would tell the principal what we had done in gym class. Both Andrea and I realized that he would win in any kind of a telling contest, because we had messed up first in front of a lot of witnesses and, after all, he was a teacher and we were just two thirteen year old girls.

None of this had much effect on me, other than to let me know that I loved the feel of a man’s cock inside of me, but it did something bad to Andrea. It warped her in some tragic way and she became the slut of the middle school. And Mr. Boyd never touched her! Sometime during the spring I heard she had gotten pregnant and she dropped out of school and I never saw her again. I really did miss her after that.

The End of Part One