Chapter 2: Classrooms

Hurrying to the classroom, only a few minutes before the bell was going to ring, Niki opened the door and, at the startled look from everyone, paused before going to the teacher and handing over her new schedule.

Mr Jackson, the communications teacher, looked at the slip before taking a longer look at the girl standing in front of him. He thought he detected a bit of a nervous, almost scared, quality about her, but merely pointed to an empty seat: “Be seated, you can see me after class if you find it hard to catch up.”

Niki went to the front row seat, sat down, opened her book, trying not to make any more of a scene. As she sat, adjusting to get comfortable, she could feel her short skirt and bare skin beneath it sliding a bit against the hard chair seat. Opening her book to catch up, she listened as Mr. Jackson continued his explanation of the various types of interpersonal communication.

Towards the end of class, she absently parted her legs a bit, intending on crossing her legs, before realizing her panty-less state. Blushing a bit, stopping herself, she looked up, only to realize that the teacher had gotten the beginning of a peek. Sure that she was going to be busted again, she hoped like heck the Principal would keep this from being a big scene.

Mr. Jackson stuttered as he glimpsed what he thought was bare skin all the way up under Niki’s skirt as she sat in the front row, unmindful of her effect on him. He shook his head, knowing that girls sometimes tried to tease or interest their teachers, but never quite like this. He made a note to speak to the girl after class.

Leaving the class to read the last ½ of the chapter, Mr. J opened his laptop, catching up on email. Seeing the missive from the principal’s office, he immediately opened it. Shocked a bit at the contents, but nodding to himself, perhaps it would really be the most beneficial approach to the girl’s issues, he thought as he looked again at Niki, now sitting a bit more decorously, although that skirt was awfully short.

Nodding to her, as if to say he understood and that she was not in trouble, he returned to his laptop, looking up only as the bell rang. Watching the kids file out, he stopped Niki, “Ms. Constantini, a moment...”

Niki had sat through the rest of the class, somewhat mollified, though still a bit unclear as to why. As she left the room, she heard the teacher call out, so she paused, letting the rest of the class leave.

Moving over to his desk, she spoke up, “Yes, Mr. Jackson?”

“I don’t want you to worry, the whole staff has been let know about your situation, and while I can’t guarantee that everyone will be totally accommodating, I can assure you that you have nothing to fear in my class.”

Unsure as to his point, but not wanting to ask and appear dumb, she simply smiled, “Thanks a lot, Mr. Jackson!” and scooted out the door, headed to her next class

Mike Rochard, “Roach” to everyone except the teachers at school, came up alongside Niki and spoke in a low, soft voice into her ear. “I bet you are naked under there again today.”

Nervous, Niki looked at him. He had insinuated many things while they stood in line yesterday, but after her brother laid down the law with him, she was not exactly sure what he was up to, nor what he might ask of her.

“Don’t be scared, besides. Ms. Dougal won’t say anything, no matter what we do, we have her, umm, under control.” As he walked into the classroom with her, he led her to his work table in the back, nodding at one of his buddies to get out of the way, making a spot for her to sit. “So glad I got your schedule changed right away, we can get to know each other better,” he smirked, patting the stool next to his, reaching behind his back to balance his own, and clambering up onto the high stools.

Niki swallowed nervously, looking at the high stool, and tried to make sense of his words. She was still making note of the art classroom, never having taken an art class before, though not through any antipathy to art, simply because it never came up. Pairs of worktables, each with 2 stools on each side, held the mingled art supplies that the class was currently using. Chalk and watercolors were evident on a couple of tables, while another seemed to have nothing but various colors and kinds of clay. The walls were covered with a wild variety of art, from simple landscapes to strange, Picasso-like abstracts.

As she sat there, nervous, holding her skirt across her thighs, playing with the hem. Seeing her stance, Mike leaned in. “I told you, no one will care in this class. You can relax. Be yourself.”

Niki realized he had assumed she was always as wild and wanton as she was during her lunchtime experience the day before. She still blushed thinking about how far out of control she had gotten, and she knew, she just knew, that nothing was going to be the same, anymore; everyone, including Mike, knew what she’d done.

Mike looked down at her skirt and back up to her face, as if encouraging her to flash him, but she just sat there, unused to the new class and the new schedule. She blushed, well aware that she was naked under her skirt, and that he knew it.

The class included a lot of quiet time for everyone to work on their projects, and since Niki did not have one, she took a few minutes to discuss with the teacher what she might want to do before returning to the work table with charcoal pencils and heavy white paper. Concentrating on trying to draw a simple still life, Niki tried to ignore the constant looks and appraising glances from her tablemates.

“You know they are all talking about you. Everywhere I go, I hear folks asking if they’ve heard about the dog-fucker.” Mike said, leaning over, keeping his voice low as he swore. It was as if he were trying to see what kind of reaction he’d get.

Ignoring him, though not without a flush in her cheeks and a shifting on the stool, Niki tried to think about the art, and not the way she had almost succumbed in the park. Though the more she thought about it, even in the abstract, the more her body remembered, and once again, her arousal was betraying her, making her think things that just were not appropriate.

The bell rang, and Niki quickly jumped up. “I ... I gotta go...” she said, gathering her things.

“Wait ... I need your brother’s number!” Roach called after her.

Exasperated, her chest pounding a bit, her body making her uncomfortable, she could feel her dampness, and with no panties, she felt so exposed. “Here...!!” she said, impatiently, holding out her phone, her brother’s number displayed. As soon as Roach nodded that he had it, she left, hurrying to her locker, grabbed her Algebra book, and headed to her last two classes before lunch. Still overwhelmed by it all, the constant whispers, and Roach’s appraising glance all through their now shared Algebra class, she had escaped to the relative safety of her PE Period, only to see the smirking glances of the girls, again calling her a slut as they saw she was not wearing panties again that day. Thankful to get away before anything bad happened, though she could tell they were talking about her. She was glad when she got back and dumped off her stuff, taking the lunch Max had made her. Stopping by the girls’ room, she soon found herself locked away in a stall, breathing heavy, just sitting, and calming herself down.