Chapter 10: Time to Go Back Home

The decision

On the drive back to the cottage from our public holiday trip to the city, Ben asked me what I wanted to do about my money. I asked him to keep it for me, saying that if I took it home my family would only steal it from me and spend it on booze and drugs.

The conversation then changed to when I was going to go back home. Ben asked,

“Have you heard from your mother or father Cherry? Maybe a letter that arrived when I was at work?”

“Not a thing, I would have told you; have they phoned you Ben.”

“No; when do you have to be back at school?”

“About a week, but I don’t want to go back. I like it here. Can’t I stay? Mum and dad obviously don’t care about me; if they did they’d have at least phoned sometime in the last 6 weeks.”

“Good point Cherry. Let’s wait another couple of days and see if they call.”

On the Wednesday when we got up and were having breakfast. Ben asked me again if I’d had a letter from mum or dad.

“No, I’d have told you if I had, we haven’t got any secrets.”

“I haven’t had a call either.” Ben said.

“What are we going to do Ben? I don’t want to go back. I’ll even go to school here if you like.” I pleaded. “Let me stay here pleeeeease.”

“Well, it’s obvious that my no good brother and his wife don’t care about you, they didn’t even get you a bus ticket back did they?”

“No; so does that mean that I can stay?”

“Hang on a minute, it’s not that simple. Maybe I should phone your father to see what the score is?”

“No, please don’t Ben. If they’d cared about me they’d have phoned.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Okay then, but there are things like school and a doctor to sort out for you; I don’t know if we’d be able to get you in around here. Tell you what Cherry, I’ll make some phone calls today and find out what would be needed.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you Ben. I love you.”

I got up, went round to him and put my leg over his, between him and the table, facing him with my bare pussy on his trousers covered cock; and gave him a big, long, sloppy kiss.

“Thank you Ben, can you phone Allison as well? Can you tell her that I can go in tomorrow and Friday if she wants me?”

“Sure honey. Now can you get off me please, I have to go to work.”

I was so excited that the day just flew by, and when Ben got home he told me that things were quite easy. It was just a case of going to these places and telling them that I had just moved to the area.

Ben told me that he’d phoned the education department at the local council and they had told him which school to take me to, and when. Ben had also phoned the school to confirm this and he’d asked them about the actual starting date and school uniform. He’d been pleased, as I was, to be told that they didn’t have a formal school uniform; the only restrictions were that the children have to be smart and clean, no unusual hair-cuts, no shoe heels greater than 1 inch and no make-up.

As Ben was telling me that I had a vision of me going to school wearing nothing but shoes. I asked Ben if I could do that but he said not. He told me that I’d have to wear blouses and skirts or a dress. I wasn’t too happy, but at least I’d be having a lot more fun living with Ben than I would be living with the losers of a family that I have.

Getting ready for my new school

I told Ben that the blouses and skirts that he’d bought me weren’t enough if he wanted me to be smart and clean all the time and that I should have some dresses. When we went shopping for some the next Saturday I steered Ben straight to the dresses. I figured that a dress would be less restrictive than a skirt and blouse, and more likely to rise up when I shrug my shoulders, or put my arms up in the air. Also, if there’s a play area with a climbing frame, a baggy dress stands more of a chance of falling off when I’m hanging upside down than a skirt and blouse does.

At first we had problems finding what I wanted, but after a phone call to Chloe, we did manager to find a shop that sold just what I wanted. We got 3 dresses, none of them longer than mid-thigh and none of them with tight waists. In the same shop we managed to find a coat. Ben said that I’d need one when the weather got colder.

That Sunday we also managed to get a couple of pairs of flat shoes, some school supplies that I was sure that I’d need, and a mobile phone for emergencies. Unfortunately, we got the shoes at a self-service type shoe shop so there was no fun for me.

We also got some white ankle and knee socks. I just wanted ankle socks because that is what I’m used to but Ben said that I look cute and sexy in knee socks.

We didn’t bother with any PE kit for 2 reasons, firstly I was hoping to opt-out of PE, and secondly, we had no idea what sports they did at that school. Ben said that we’d get some ‘if and when’.

I also got Ben to buy me some sewing materials. Out of necessity, I’d had to teach myself to sew a few years earlier, and I pride myself in having mastered the basics and can do some neat repairs; I had a plan.

The day before I was due to start at my new school I got to work on my new dresses and shorted all of them to 3 inches below my pussy. When Ben saw them he smiled and said,

“I hope that those aren’t going to get you into trouble; I don’t want to get a phone call telling me to come and collect you because you’ve been flashing all the boys.”

“What about the teachers Ben? Can I flash them?”

“Just so long as I don’t get any phone calls you little slut.”

I start at my new school

When we arrived at the school for the first time, with me just wearing a dress (no belt) and shoes and carrying a bag with some things that I’d probably need, I was pleased to see that the girls were wearing quite a mixture of clothes; some of them were wearing quite short skirts and dresses which pleased me. Maybe things wouldn’t be that bad.

In the admin office, Ben was given some forms to fill-in and I sat and watched the rest of the kids arrive. I got a bit of a surprise to see Theo walk in with a couple of his mates.

Form filling complete, the woman told Ben and me that there was a school bus that went along the main road and that it also picked up another couple of kids near where Ben’s road joined the main road. She told us what time to be there to get the bus in the morning. Then I was given a little map of the school and my timetable, and told to go to my first class.

Everyone in my new class stared at me as I walked in, and the teacher, a Mr Johnson, was quite friendly when I told him that I was a new girl. He pointed to a desk at the front and I wondered if I dare flash my pussy to him on my first day. I settled for just being a little careless with my legs and probably not letting him see anything other than most of my bare thighs.

At the first break, a few of the kids started talking to me and asking me questions about where I’d come from. I just said the nearest big city’s name.

I was surprised to see how friendly everyone was.

No one said anything about how short my dress was and I thought about shortening one that night. I didn’t, but decided that if no one complained within a week then I’d take another inch off them.

At the end of the day I was happier than I thought that I would be. Everyone was friendly and no one had complained about my dress or lack of knickers. I was a little disappointed to find that the school bus wasn’t a double-decker and when I got off, so did another girl and a boy. However, they both walked off in different directions. I took my dress off while I was still at the side of the main road and walked back up the lane wearing only my shoes.

As usual when I go passed them I saw no one in the couple of houses on the lane and decided to ask Ben if there really was anyone living there.

Flashing my teacher(s)

This is fun and makes my pussy tingle. On my first day I sat up straight and opened my legs a bit, Mr Johnson only got to see my bare thighs, but over the first week I got more and more careless with how I sat, especially when Mr Johnson was looking at me.

I always sit on the front row and I’ve worked out which is the best desk to sit at so that Mr Johnson can see my legs when he’s sat at his desk.

When I first caught him looking he blushed a little, but after that he just smiles, not at me, probably just to himself.

By the end of the second week my butt was usually perched on the front of my chair and I was leaning back giving Mr Johnson a great view.

I flash some of the other teachers as well. None of them has said anything to me but they are always nice to me. I’ll have to wait until we do our first tests to see if I get good marks; but that’s not the main reason why I do it; it’s fun and it makes me feel good.

PE

The next day I had a PE lesson on my timetable and when I got there I told the PE teacher, Ms Smith, that I didn’t have any PE kit. She told me to get some that weekend and to just sit and watch for that lesson.

The boys and the girls had gone to their respective changing rooms, then I was surprised to see that outside and in the gym, the boys and girls were playing basketball and netball on adjacent courts, and there was a mixed volleyball game going on. There was also some mixed gymnastics going on inside the gym.

I fancied trying the volleyball, netball and gymnastics. I wondered if I could get away with doing all that leg spreading naked.

I also noted that some of the girls were wearing tennis like skirts and often talked to the boys who weren’t actually playing anything at that time.

As I watched, I decided that I would get Ben to take me shopping for some PE kit that included the shortest tennis like skirt that I could find. I wanted to be running around with my skirt bouncing up and revealing my bare butt and pussy to any boys that may be looking.

At the end of the lesson, in the girls changing room, while the other girls were getting showered and changed, I asked Ms Smith if I could take gymnastics or volleyball. She said that I could, once I’d got the right PE kit, and that I can choose which I do each week.

I’d looked at the girls who’d being doing gymnastics as they came out of the gym and saw that most of them only wore leotards, some of them with their butts exposed. That looked good to me and I decided to get one of those.

I then waited until some of the other girls were ready to leave. As I waited I couldn’t help notice that quite a few girls are shy about letting other girls see their bodies; some even not taking a shower. I did notice that most of the girls who did have a shower are as bald as me. I wondered how many of them pluck out their pubic hairs like I do.

Ben did take me shopping to get some PE kit on the Saturday before I went to Allison’s shop. The skirt was way too long but I knew that I could solve that problem before my next PE lesson. As for the leotard, the ones that we could find had way too much material so I decided to ask Allison if she could help.

She could, she had some stock in the back that was just what I wanted. From the front they look like a girl’s black one-piece swimsuit but cut VERY high at the sides. The backs are thongs with the strings attached to the front half way between my hips and my tits. The bit that I really like is that they’re made of some very thin, stretch, knitted mesh material, a bit like woolly tights; and they’re not lined, not even at the crotch.

When I tried one on and looked in a mirror, I could clearly see my tits and nipples, and the front of my slit. It was a bit strange having my pussy covered but that was soon fixed when I pulled the front up and got a front wedgie.

I was sorted, and looked forward to my next PE lesson.

Okay, I’m not much good at gymnastics, but neither are the over-weight girls that are there. No one said anything about my leotard being see-through but it felt nice doing all that stretching and bending in front of the boys, especially when the crutch of the leotard disappeared between my lips.

Ms Smith did give me a couple of funny looks but I just ignored her and pretended that everything was good.

I’ve had to play volleyball a couple of times and it’s great bending over in front of a boy partner and letting him look at my bare butt and pussy. So far, I’ve never been on a winning team; not that I care.

When the weather started getting colder, the gym activities got more popular and the school hired a couple of PE teaching assistants, one young man and one young woman.

They seem to help out everywhere; even shouting at us when we take too long getting changed or showered. Unfortunately it’s only the girl teaching assistant that comes into the girls changing rooms. That girl often just stands there watching us get showered and changed and some of the girls say that she’s a lesbian; not that I care.

School swimming lessons

When we got back to our home room for the last lesson of the day we were all told to bring our swimming kit the next day, and that every Wednesday until Christmas we were having a swimming lesson. I asked which pool we were going to and was pleased to hear that it was the same one that I was already having lessons at.

“Right,” I thought, “skinny-dipping for me.”

And I did. The whole class were given 5 minutes to get changed in the co-ed changing room and be out by the pool.

All the kids went into a cubicle and came out wearing their swimming costumes (leaving their clothes in the cubicle and not bothering with lockers), and I came out of my cubicle stark naked.

Some of the kids sniggered when they saw me and one girl asked me if I’d forgotten something. I just walked out to the pool with the rest of them, just like I do on a Thursday evening.

As we all gathered around Mr Johnson, he saw me and said,

“Cherry, where’s your swimsuit? You can’t go swimming like that.”

“I do every Thursday evening sir, in this actual pool.”

“But this is a swimming lesson Cherry; all the swimmers wear swimsuits.”

“It’s a swimming lesson on a Thursday evening as well sir.”

Just then I heard a familiar voice,

“She’s right Mr Johnson;” Jenny said, “she does swim like that on a Thursday evening. We don’t mind; after all, they’re only kids; what harm can it do?”

“Well I, err, I suppose, if you...”

“Okay,” Jenny interrupted; “Right, those of you who can swim down to that end and those who can’t at the other end.”

All the kids started walked to one end or the other, leaving the Mr Johnson to think whatever he wanted.

I, of course, went to the non-swimmers end while the other girl instructor got the swimmers in the deep end.

Jenny completely ignored me being naked and even told-off a couple of boys who were looking at me instead of concentrating on her.

The lesson went well, but not as good as on a Thursday evening. I guess that it was down to the pupil / instructor ratio.

When the whistle went and we were all told to go and get dressed, I went and got my shampoo and went to the showers. About half the girls and some of the boys didn’t bother with a shower, but the boys that did all tried to shower close to me; but they all, girls as well, kept their swimsuits on to shower. Some of the boys started making rude comments to me about my little tits, and that I must me a slut, and other things; but that all stopped when Mr Johnson came and told us to get a move on.

He was still there as just about everyone disappeared to their cubicles; except me and another girl who was shampooing her long hair. He watched me all the time so I made a big thing about washing my pussy right up until the other girl left. I followed her, but was out in reception before half the class.

I was one of the first to get on the bus to go back to school and as I sat there I wondered if any of the other kids would start skinny-dipping as well.

One of the last people to get on the bus was the girl with the long hair in the shower; she came and sat next to me.

As the bus moved off she introduced herself as Piper then told me that I was really brave walking out of the changing room without a swimsuit on.

“I haven’t got one anyway.” I replied.

“Do you really go to swimming lessons on a Thursday evening without a swimsuit?”

“Yes, I haven’t got a swimming costume.”

“But aren’t there lots of parents there?”

“There’s a few.”

“Doesn’t your mum or dad stop you?”

“No, they don’t know, and wouldn’t even care. I live with my uncle.”

“And he doesn’t mind?”

“Nope.”

“What about Mr Johnson and the boys in the class? Don’t you mind them seeing you naked?”

“Nope, in fact it makes me feel good if you know what I mean.”

“You mean that your stomach goes all tingly.”

“My pussy goes all tingly and gets wet. You should try it Piper.”

“Oh I couldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not right.”

“Why not, whoever told you that is wrong.”

“I don’t know.”

“Tell you what Piper, next week after the lesson when you collect your shampoo, take your costume off and shower without it.”

“Oh I don’t know; what about all the boys?”

“What about them? They’re only boys; and as Jenny the swimming instructor said, we’re only kids.”

“Well maybe.”

“How about you start swimming lessons on a Thursday evening Piper? They’re good, better than the school ones. Some of the kids just get dropped off and then picked up afterwards. There are only a couple of parents there and they’re used to seeing me naked, so another naked girl won’t make any difference.”

“Maybe, I’ll have to talk to my mum. Dad’s been saying that I should be able to swim by now.”

“Good, it’s a naked date then, twice.”

“Maybe.”

After a short pause Piper said,

“Cherry, why do you wear dresses that are so short, and I couldn’t help notice that you don’t wear knickers. Can’t your uncle afford to buy you some new dresses that are longer?”

“These are new dresses Piper; I like wearing them this short, and I don’t own and knickers, never have.”

“So don’t you mind people seeing up your skirt? All the boys are talking about you and calling you a slut.”

“I like boys, and teachers, looking up my skirt. It makes my pussy tingle, and you how good that feels.”

“But my mum says that I should never let boys see up my skirt.”

“What do mothers know? They’re all old and are only trying to spoil your fun and stop you feeling good.”

“That makes some sense Cherry.”

“Try it Piper, and see how you feel.”

“Maybe.”

Just then the bus arrived at school and we went back to normal lessons; but Mr Johnson had seen me naked and I was going to make sure that he saw me that way some more. During the next lesson I wondered if he’d tell the other teachers and maybe they’d take us swimming.

At the next swimming lesson Piper walked out to the pool wearing a swimsuit and I gave her a disappointed look. My disappointment turned to nice surprise when it came to shower time. Piper walked to the shower as naked as I was and we stood next to each other and showered.

Of course we got some more rude comments from the boys, and a couple of girls, but we ignored them, and I was helping Piper shampoo her hair when Mr Johnson appeared and told us all to get a move on.

He did a double take when he saw 2 naked 14 year old girls showering.

On the bus back to school, Piper and I sat together again and I told Piper that I was proud of her and asked her if she was going the whole way the next week.

Piper said that she might, and that she’d enjoyed showering naked in front of the boys and Mr Johnson.

I asked Piper why she didn’t get rid of her pubic hair, only to be told that she’d never thought about it. She said that she thought that mine just hadn’t started growing yet.

We then spent the next few minutes talking about the different methods of removing unwanted hair. I told Piper that I shaved my armpits and legs but plucked my pubes. She said that she shaved her armpits and legs.

“Doesn’t the plucking hurt?” Piper asked.

“Naw, you pluck you eyebrows don’t you? That doesn’t hurt does it?”

“Yeah, but that my eyebrows. Plucking hairs out on your pussy lips must hurt.”

“Naw; well maybe the first time a little bit, but after that it doesn’t hurt at all. Try it tonight. When I do it while I’m watching the TV I usually end up having a bit of fun as well.”

“You do it while you’re watching TV. You have got a TV in your bedroom haven’t you, I mean, you can’t do it in the lounge with your uncle there as well can you?”

“Yeah, why not; he sees my pussy all the time. It’s no big deal.”

“Wow Cherry, you’re one brave girl.”

“No not really, he likes seeing me naked and it makes me feel good; I get all tingly. Doesn’t your dad like seeing you naked?”

“I don’t know, he hasn’t seen me without any clothes on since I was a little kid.”

“Piper; you just don’t know what you’re missing. Try it sometime.”

Then I asked her if she was wearing any knickers. She said that she was, but to ask her again in the morning.

I did, and she wasn’t. She even proved it by lifting the front of her skirt and showing me her bald pubes.

“Did you pluck them out?” I asked.

“No, not this time, I shaved them off. I’ll try plucking them next time.”

At the next weeks school swimming lesson Piper found the courage to swim naked. She got a couple of rude comments from the boys, and some stares, as we walked out to the pool. When Mr Johnson challenged her she just said that she’d forgotten her costume.

Mr Johnson was off sick for the first 2 swimming lessons after half term and Mr Wilson had to take us to the swimming. When Pier and I walked out of the changing room for the first of those 2 lessons, Mr Wilson just stared at us. Piper and I had talked about that moment on the bus there and in a way I was disappointed that Mr Wilson didn’t start shouting at us. Instead, he just stared at us.

There was no name calling in the showers afterwards because Mr Wilson was there watching us all the time. I guess that it was our tits that he was looking at because he’s seen our pussies quite a few times in his classroom. Yes, Piper has started leaving her knickers at home and sitting like I do.

Thursday night swimming lessons

Ben’s started dropping me off then going to the pub for an hour while I go in and have my lesson.

After Piper’s debut as a nude swimmer during the school swimming lessons, she talked her mum into bringing her on a Thursday evening. The first time that she came she wore her one-piece costume. During the lesson Piper told me that she had her swimsuit on because her mother had come in with her and was watching her during the lesson

The next day at school Piper told me that her mother had been surprised that the instructors had let a girl swim without a costume on. Piper had said,

“Oh, that’s Cherry; she’s in my class at school as well. She’s my friend and she doesn’t wear a costume when she goes to the school swimming lessons either.”

“And the teachers don’t mind?” Piper’s mother replied.

“Mr Johnson moaned a bit the first time that she did it but the swimming instructor shut him up by telling him that it was okay and that we’re only kids.”

“Oh, right, so she was naked in front of your school teacher?”

“Yeah, and all the boys in our class, Mr Johnson doesn’t mind now.”

“Yes, I’m sure that that they don’t mind.”

“What do you mean mummy?”

“Oh nothing dear; you’re not thinking of leaving your swimsuit in your bag are you?”

“I don’t know mum, I might try it one day.”

“I don’t think that you should Piper; all those boys and men looking at you. It’s not right.”

“Mum, I’m only a little kid; it’s no big deal, no one cares.”

“Hmmm; little kid when it suits you and grown woman when it suits you, I see.”

Piper also told me that on the next Thursday evenings her mother was going to drop her off and then go to the supermarket to do the weekly shop. She’s warned Piper that she might have to wait a bit at the end because the shopping usually takes a long time.

“Does that mean that you’re going to swim naked like me Piper?”

“Maybe.”

“Aw go on; you’ll enjoy it, I can guarantee it. Your pussy will tingle tons, just like it did at the school swimming lessons.”

“But there are adults there, parents.”

“Not many; and they’ve already seen me naked so seeing you won’t be a big surprise for them.”

“Maybe.”

The next Thursday evening Piper only got her swimsuit wet when she put it under a tap after the lesson, and she admitted that she had enjoyed herself.

The school building

Unfortunately, the school is a single story building so I can’t have any fun on the stairs but I can in most the classrooms and outside at lunch time. Most of the teachers are men and none of them complain about me sitting with my knees apart. I quickly started flashing some of the teachers by trying to make it look that I was just being careless. I decided to leave the blatant flashing until I’d discovered what reaction I’d get by being ‘careless’. So far none of the teachers have said anything, and I just know that most of them have seen my pussy.

Lunchtimes

At lunchtimes, after I’ve eaten and if it’s a sunny day, I lay flat on my back holding a book above my face pretending to be reading. Of course I don’t cross my legs; instead I have my knees a couple of inches apart, and because my dress is so short it’s easy for anyone, who cares to look, to see my pussy. So far I’ve spotted a few boys standing not far from my feet and watching.

That Theo boy from Thursday evening swimming lessons came up to me one day and had the nerve to ask me if I owned any knickers. I replied by opening my knees to let him see my full naked pussy, and saying,

“Nope; not worn any for about 14 years.”

“Yes, I can see that, and so can everyone else.” Theo replied, “It’s like you want people to look at your pussy.”

“Maybe I do.” I replied, keeping my knees apart. “Anyway, you see me without any clothes on at the swimming pool twice a week, what’s the big deal?”

“At the swimming pool I don’t get a good look at your pussy only the front of it.”

“So you want to have a good look at it do you?”

I lay back onto my elbows, spread my legs wide and said,

“Go on then Theo, get down and have a good look.”

I half expected him to chicken out, but he didn’t, and for something like 10 seconds his face was right between my legs. My pussy started tingling and got a bit wet before I closed my legs and said,

“Now get lost Theo.”

He did.

Piper has started joining me out on the grass some lunch times. She’s not so good, or blatant about flashing her pussy to the boys, but she’s getting there; and she tells me that she likes doing it.

The first time that she joined me on the grass I asked her if she was happy that she’d stopped wearing knickers.

“Fuck yes,” Piper replied, “it’s heaps of fun and it makes me feel good. My mum caught me one day and I had to say that I’d had a little accident. She bought that one. I wish that I could wear skirts as short as yours.”

“You can piper, just roll the top over and over until it’s as short as you want.”

“Good idea Cherry, that way I can wear it long when it’s cold and roll it when it’s warm, like in school.”

“You’re learning Piper.” I replied. “I hope that it doesn’t get too cold this winter.”

Allison’s shop

Once I knew that I really was staying with Ben, I asked him if he’d mind if I kept working for Allison. I told him that it was fun and that it was fun for some of the customers as well.

“You can’t Cherry;” Ben replied, “you have to go to school on a Thursday and Friday.”

“Yeah but maybe I could work on a Saturday or a Sunday?”

“But that would mean less time with me and less fucking and tie-up games.”

“We fuck all the time Ben; besides, you can come and play with my body in the shop.”

“What if we want to go somewhere for the day Cherry?”

“I think that Allison will let me have the odd day off when we want it.” I replied, “after all, it isn’t like she pays me or I’ve got one of those contracts of employment things is it?”

“Well no; tell you what, let’s go and see Allison and see what she says.” Ben added.

And we did. Allison was delighted that I wasn’t going back to my parents and said that I could work for 4 hours either on a Saturday or a Sunday. She wasn’t bothered which; in fact she’d prefer it if I didn’t stick to one or the other as it would be more of a surprise for her customers and that some of the male ones would probably go in more often hoping to see me.

Allison told me to just turn up whenever I wanted and that she was happy for me to get naked in her shop any time that I wanted.

The doctors

When I asked Ben what he’d found out about a doctor he told me we just had to go to a doctor’s surgery and fill-in another form. I asked Ben if we could go quite soon because I was getting short of birth control pill; so one evening Ben took me to his doctor’s surgery.