“I am. Please look more, I love it. It makes me feel beautiful.” He looked at my breasts for a few seconds before looking back into my eyes, asking with his gaze if it was alright. Instead of answering with words, I turned slightly to face him. Now my boobs were right below his eyes.
And he continued looking. It felt so good, to see him gazing at my nudity. My best friend, my closest buddy. He was enjoying me the way perverts enjoyed strippers. And it felt so good. My breathing became faster, and the heat in my body, so great that the sweat now made me look wet. And wet too was I now between my legs. I was lubricating. God, I was becoming hornier by the minute. It was clear that my ever growing arousal was as blatant as my nudity. The guys were stuttering all the more and their eyes were starting to lock on me as much as Alex’s . It was becoming too much, too much to handle.
“Alex,” I muttered, “can you tell the guys to go down the stage? Tell them I’m too embarrassed right now.” I was embarrassed of course, but my need for their departure was the extreme arousal their clothed presence was causing. They had to go, or else my fingers, moved by a force too great, would start rubbing my pussy by themselves.
The boys left for a more remote location of the class, and Alex started getting up too. My hand grabbed his.
“Stay, please,” I begged. “I need you…”
I needed his presence next to me like air. His powerful presence, powerful because he was clothed and I was totally nude, powerful because of this absolute contrast and unbalance. He stayed, thank god, and my sweating became ever more abundant. My body was shining now. Oh god, it felt so good… How I am I even able to wear clothes next to him? I thought, when it felt so good to submit my naked self to his gaze, to let his strength humble me in my vulnerability?
I was so wet. I closed my eyes. My hard breathing had now turned into soft, tortured moans of anger.
“Unh…unh…unh…” I must have sounded like a slut begging for sex. Alex was looking away now, discomfort growing in him. Unfortunately for him, I grasped his shirt and and nuzzled my face in his neck, breathing and muffling my moans there. His agitation was becoming all the greater.
“Jade…” he muttered almost angrily, “will you stop that?!”
“I can’t,” I was whispering with my lips against his ear. “Unh…unh…Alex…I feel so hot, unh…”
He distanced himself a little from me.
“Uh, Jade, you really have to stop whatever the hell you’re doing, Isabel and Chanel are looking at us.”
“I don’t care,” I breathed against his ear, “hnh, fuck, unh, I feel so hot, unh…” My hands were grasping him so much that I was almost fondling his torso and shoulders. “I think I’m aroused Alex.”
“You think?! That was pretty evident two hours ago! Go to the bathroom.”
“Huh? Why? Unh…”
“Well you know…to relieve yourself… Something tells me you really need it right now. Go on, there’s never anyone in the corridors at this hour of day.”
I nodded and got up; fortunately my body didn’t seem to be one of those that lubricated too much and thus I could walk without anyone noticing my shame if I held my thighs together. I left the Quarters through the back doors; the ones that allowed passage through tiny corridors seldom visited by anyone and away from all the classrooms. I had walked through them for two years, but now I did it as Eve in the Garden. As I entered the bathroom, the clip clap of my bare feet coincided with the unforgiving cold they felt against the tiles. It caused my nipples to harden even more than they already had. I locked myself inside one of the toilets and, ass against the cold wall, sucked two of my fingers and shoved them eagerly in my pussy. With one hand I played with my boobs, and the other, quenched this most unbearable of thirsts.
“Unhh…unhh…unhh…”
I moaned, imagining all my guy friends with their gazes all over me. It felt so good…
My moans and my fingering went on, and finally I orgasmed; ending an eternity of suffering, a day long arousal. The very moment I finished washing away the shame between my legs with water, a tall brunette and a stout brunette entered the bathroom.
“What, the, fuck…” one of them muttered in other shock. The other one just smiled in disbelief.
“Uh, hi…”
I felt utter humiliation as my face went red.
“Why are you naked?”
“Long story.” The smiling girl took out her phone and took a picture of me. “Woah! What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry, I’m not showing it to anyone, I just need a pic of this.”
I could only trust her. What else was I to do? Were I to cause the slightest disturbance, they could call a teacher and I would be found in this state. I simply smiled and headed for the exit. As I was about to leave, I felt a slap on my ass. My hair almost flew away as I spun my head.
“Sorry,” the tall one giggled. “but that ass is way too slappable. Fuck babe, you’re smoking hot!”
“Really?” I must’ve sounded a little too innocent, but the compliment had made me flush like a little girl.
“Yeah!” the short one added. “I’d kill to have a body like that.”
She too gave my bare butt a light slap, then the brunette started touching my boobs without even asking.
“Oh my god touch these,” she said, “they’re so big!”
“Daaamn, yes!”
The girls kept on discussing my breasts while fondling them, totally ignoring my presence. It felt as though in my nudity, they didn’t see a fellow girl, anymore, they only saw some bitch. I could understand, clothing had always been a show of social status. Without them, even I felt intrinsically “lower.” I bit my lip. The fondling was going on for too long. I was starting to feel horny again.
“All right girls,” I laughed, taking off their hands from me. “I gotta go.”
“Uhm, you’re not going like this where there’s guys are you?”
There was a hint of disgust appearing in their eyes.
“Of course not,” I laughed. “I’m not a slut.”
I left the bathroom fast. When I entered the Quarters again, they were empty. I just realised that it was 6h30, and that I had spent a good thirty minutes away from there. Thankfully, Alex was still there, sitting on the edge of the stage. As I sat next to him, he jumped for a second, surprised by my nudity, then remembered the madness that was going on.
“Hey,” I whispered.
“Hey,” He stole a glance at my boobs. “So, do you feel better?”
“Yeah. Much better. And you, why didn’t you leave?”
“Leave? I’d never leave without you.”
“Hah. I love you.”
I gave him a kiss on the cheek. We sat there in silence as I watched him looking at my body. Finally, after a while, he managed to look up at my eyes.
“We should go.” he said. “Go get dressed.”
I started biting my lip.
“What if I don’t want to?”
He looked as if I told him that I was a transsexual moose.
“What?”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Jade, that’s enough. Go get dressed.”
“Alright…” I groaned like a rebellious tween, going to the center of the circle where I had left my clothing.
“Wait, wait,” Alex suddenly intervened, still sitting on the edge of the stage.
“What?”
“Nono, don’t turn around. Yes, stay like that, face away from me.”
“But why?”
He began stuttering.
“Umm… I… Well, I didn’t really get a lot of opportunities to see your, uhm, backside today and…and…” He sighed. “Fuck Jade, you have the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen in my life.”
His overwhelmed face was so cute that I began laughing almost hysterically.
“Well then look!” I said, bending to present my ass to him. In my laughter, I didn’t even care about what I was doing… Yet I thought of what the girls in the bathroom had said. How much of dirty slut could I be? Then, not being able to control myself anymore, I walked towards him and landed the longest, hardest and most loving kiss I ever gave anyone on his cheek.
“Mmmmwah!” Had I had lipstick on, it would’ve impregnated the very tissue of his skin so hard had my kiss been. I leaned so that our faces would be at the same height, as my boobs hung right in front of him. “Thank you,” I whispered.
“For what?”
“For making me feel beautiful.”
He caressed my hair.
“You shouldn’t need me to feel that way. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
And these words were the nicest anyone had ever told me. With the same intensity as he was staring at my dangling breasts, I was staring at his lips. Before my madness would make me kiss them, I sat next to him again.
“Alex?” I asked with manipulative baby eyes. “Can we stay here a little more please? I wanna cuddle.”
“Alright, but… Can you get dressed first?”
“No, I’m too lazy.”
I knew he was too smart to believe the lie, but before he could answer, I put my head against his chest. Normally, we would cuddle much more intimately, but I didn’t want the sides of my large breasts to brush against him, especially since he still seemed slightly uncomfortable. It didn’t matter, for I felt good. As he caressed my hair, I thought of the year that was to come. Was I really going to go nude on stage? Was I really going to keep letting my friends look at me naked? My mind still could not comprehend the fact that I had done that. I felt like such a slut. But at least, I couldn’t possibly get any sluttier, could I?
Does anyone happen to have the full story? Back in the day the rest was posted in the comments.
Check the forum link. The rest of the story is posted there. I’ll also be posting the rest of the story on the blog over time.
Didn’t see that, thanks!
Please submit a gallery of Kim Kardashian’s nudes. There are dozens.
Where is chapter 2 and all someone please post everything
I read this story with great interest because the main character is all too similar to how the ex-wife turned out. When we met she was kind of a tomboy with “issues” about male and female gender role playing. But under that she was rather feminine and, as it turned out, horney and not a little kinky. Well, she fell headover heels in love with me and I guess I gave here “permission” to bring out her feminine side. Like when I bought her first bikini – she said she would have thrown it back in the face of any other man. Well, to make a long story short, she got wilder and kinkier and, when i got laid off and ran out of money, she decided it was time to move on. I don’t know. Is there some lesson in both this story and my own?