The poor boys wouldn’t have been more confused had they been fishes suddenly teleported out of water. I couldn’t blame them, they were receiving the amount of information that my gang had days to digest in a matter of seconds. If that pestering notion of modesty wasn’t there, I would’ve hugged them, as their lost airs were so cute they made me want to do so.
I made sure to walk enough paces away from them so they would have the best possible view of my ass. I led them to the other end of the Quarters where the costume room was. Situated at the two ends of the Quarters were two enclosed cubicles the size of half a normal classroom. The one next to the main doors was the prop room, and the one close to the smaller back doors was the costume room. They were so well enclosed that one could change in them without the slightest bit of external interference. We could even lock the doors for added peace. As I was closing the door behind me after Ian and Joseph entered the costume room, I heard one of the girls mutter under her breath.
“Whore…”
I paid no mind to the comment. Fuck whoever had said it. My heart stopped though, when I thought of the possibility that the word was Isabel’s…
No. My big sis would never say anything like that to me. I closed the doors and placed myself in front of the two guys.
“So, what costumes do you need?” Before they could answer, I frowned like a teacher about to scold a phone wielding student. “Joseph, I told you to look at my body…”
Confused, he turned to gaze at me. To him, I was just this friend who showed up at math class and never wore anything even baring a fraction of her shoulders. If it wasn’t for my distinctive dark skin and turquoise eyes, I doubt he’d even have recognized me, so different my attitude made me seem.
“Well what is it?” I asked, getting closer to them with my hands stroking my breasts. “Does my body look that bad?” They quickly began assuring me it wasn’t so. Smart men. The smart type know how fragile we women are with out self esteem. “No? Well then look!” I even gave my tits a little shake to let them know just how much I wanted it.
“Doesn’t it…bother you if we do?”
“Do you like looking at my body?”
“Yeah…”
“Yeah…”
“Then so do I!” It was as simple as that. “So, what costumes do you want?”
“Uh, it’s for our science class presentation on the Scientific Revolution. 17th century-ish attire.”
“Like post Elizabethan era?”
“Yeah.”
“Great, we have just that. So why do you have to dress up for a science class?” I asked while rummaging through centuries of clothing. “Guys?” I turned around and catched them completely enthralled by my ass. Laughing, I leaned forward to show it to them even more blatantly. “There. That a better view?” They couldn’t even find an answer, instead being even more shocked by my whorish behaviour. Girls who wore tank tops and shorts were called sluts behind their backs. What then were these boys thinking about ME? “So why dress up for a science class?”
“Oh, uhm, yeah, there’s points given to creativity so…yeah. Uhm. What about you? Why are you, uh…”
“Bare tits and ass naked?”
“Yeah… I mean, I saw some of those weird artsy plays where everyone is naked buy why are you…”
“The only one naked?”
“Yeah.”
“Because I’m the main character, and, well, only she is naked. Pretty simple I guess.” I found the costumes and passed them over to the guys. “Here, we don’t have other sizes so you’ll have to do with them.”
“Thanks… wow, they look great.”
“My tits or the costume?”
“No the costumes. Well your tits too… Well, uhm… well, well, both.”
Ian picked up on Joseph’s stutter.
“So we’ll, uh, see you next Thursday Jade.”
“You know, you can always come here during the break. I’d love to see you here. You can even bring friends. I’m sure I’d love getting to know them.”
I was also sure they’d love to see me without clothes, as long as they weren’t gay that is. And even then, I was still good company, at least that’s what I hoped.
As they left the Quarters, I decided to sit alone for a bit in a little isolated zone. To have a pair of eyes scanning me from a breath’s proximity was intense, but to know that a multitude were observing from far away had it’s own particular charm. That charm soon came at an end though, when two people came sitting in front of me.
To my surprise, it was Chanel and Cynthia. The latter, dark haired and tall, had been the first to suggest I had been chosen for my looks. In a way, she had been the first to compliment me.
“Uh, hi” I muttered, immensely embarrassed. It was the first time girls from my class were that close to me whilst I was bare.
“Hey” Chanel said. “Just came to chat a little. Haven’t done it in a while…”
Can’t imagine why, I thought.
“You’re naked a lot these days” Cynthia commented.
I just nodded, unsure of what I could say about it.
“You don’t have to rehearse that much you know? Sarah’s never been a harsh teacher, you can just do it at the end of the year and still get all your grades.”
“I know, it’s not about the grades. I just… Well I kind of enjoy it.”
Chanel seemed dumbfounded.
“But why? Like how? Are you a nudist?”
I laughed.
“I doubt that. Nudists are all about nature, and how it’s natural and all that. To be quite honest, it still feels completely unnatural for me not to wear clothes. When I’m alone in my house, I still wear clothes, it’s not like I have any issues with it.”
“Then why are you nude half the time here?”
Cynthia was looking at me far more profoundly.
“It’s the guys” she said. I turned to her, surprised by her wisdom. “You do it for the guys, right?”
I nodded.
“For myself too of course, but if the guys weren’t here, I wouldn’t do it. It’s just hot, for me at least. To be naked when guys wear clothes.”
Chanel intervened again.
“And why is that hot?”
I thought of a way to explain it to them.
“Look, we’ve all had a crush on a guy, right? And let’s be honest, we never fell in love with the really really nice ones. Because they’re just not alpha enough. Face it, most of us, even Isabel, want the guy to be slightly more dominant than us. Well take that feeling and multiply it by a hundred. That’s what I feel. When I’m naked and the guys are not, I just feel so hot and feminine…”
Chanel sighed.
“Well it’s a free country I guess. Listen, I’m sorry if the others and I were sometimes…distant. We just aren’t very used to this. I don’t agree with what you’re doing, don’t get me wrong, but we shouldn’t judge you.”
The words were so unexpected and so gentle I couldn’t help but smile.
“Thank you.”
After she got up and left, Cynthia still remained there for a while. She was looking right at my breasts.
“I know this sounds weird” she said, “but can I touch them? They look really nice to feel.”
Strange indeed was the question, but I didn’t mind the idea.
“Of course” I said, arching my back. “Tell me what you think of them.”
At first she began pinching only my nipple, but then her hand encroached all my breasts and she fondled it thoroughly. I crossed my legs to make sure no one saw how wet I was. Holy fuck, it felt amazing… Unfortunately, she eventually ended her manual research.
“I’d kill for a body like that. To be honest I can’t blame you for sharing it so much with your buddies.” I blushed, thanking her. A playful look dawned in her face. “Tell me, would you let the guys do that?”
My smile instantly evaporated. Oh fuck. I couldn’t tell the truth, could I?
“Don’t worry” she reassured with a hand on my shoulder. “I won’t judge, I swear.” Her comforting air made me feel secure in telling the truth.
“Yeah” I admitted. “I’d really like it if they’d touch my body. I know it’s slutty, but I can’t help but think it would be so hot.”
“I agree. I’d like to see that, you know?.”
She smiled and left to join the other girls. I had always been but a simple class friend to Cynthia, but now she was proving to be my only ally among the class’s girls. Her touching my breasts had aroused me to such a degree that I was feeling horny again. I got up and walked, brazenly and arrogantly, towards where the boys were. They were sitting around a table, conversing like the knights of the round table. Didn’t those knights ever get bored of that dickfest? Had I been King Arthur, I would’ve had a naked girl in there just to spice things up. No matter, I was going to remedy that.
As soon as the guys saw me, they knew things were gonna get hot. They could by now tell whenever my arousal was at it’s greatest; my stride would be an arrogant, feline walk, the sort models use on a catwalk, my hips would be thrown from side to side with my great movements, sweat would glisten all over me and my lips would be eternally parted, as if I was some thirsty bitch.
What was I saying? I WAS a thirsty bitch. Instead of sitting on one of the manly laps, I instead climbed on the table and put myself on all fours there. My tits and ass perfectly met their eye level, and they were at only an inch of them.
“Haven’t danced in a while” was all I whispered before I began moving my body to a rhythm in my head.
A sort of eastern oriented twerking would be the best way to describe that dance, albeit the most bestial, whore like twerking one could ever imagine. Though I didn’t move on the table, my ass and tits shook with all the fervour I had in me. I imagined the most zealous of strippers didn’t do it as well I was doing it. At the other end of the Quarters, the girl went silent again. Fuck them, I thought. I wasn’t harming anyone, why should I care? Liang was the one right in front of me, and my face was at an inch’s distance of his. He could feel my hard breathing on his face. I began caressing his hair whilst shaking my large boobs right in his face. A little closer and he’d drown in them. I sent my head in large circular motions, slapping the guys in front of me with my hear, and shook, both tits and ass, shook them and shook them and shook them. If one thing could be said about my sexuality, it was that I was at least very selfless. There was I, dancing totally naked for a bunch of boys. Most women would outright refuse to do it, others would require payment. I, on the other hand, just did it out of pure enjoyment.
Nice, bring on the next part!