Kara Naked in School
Copyright© 2020 by Dinspiration
Chapter 18: Thursday Afternoon: AP Physics/Improv
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 18: Thursday Afternoon: AP Physics/Improv - Following the end of the main events of Allison and Emanuel NiS, Kara Foster's week in the Program begins. What does 'fate' have in store for her (and them!) this week? This is a direct sequel to Allison and Emanuel NiS, and may not make much sense if you haven't already read that story. Minor Content Warnings (handled tastefully and sensitively): attempted assault (chps 23, 28, 44) and mentions of self-harm. A letter in () indicates the speaker/thinker of a given line - ie (K) for Kara.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual TransGender Fiction School Extra Sensory Perception BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Light Bond Spanking Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Public Sex
Kara nodded and stepped through the open door. Do either of you suppose there’s a point of too many people in a poly relationship?
Certainly. At some point you’d reach a critical mass where someone can’t spend they need to with the others. Not without extending the amount of time in a day. Why, are you worried about that for us darling?
Not at the moment. I just ... I have a feeling that Wanda and Tim might find that point for themselves.
It’s up to them how they handle that if that does happen.
I ... I just don’t want to see people get hurt unnecessarily.
Kara sat down in her seat. I believe, partner, that those two will come to us first if anything does come up. Possibly before they try to resolve it. I think they’ll be fine.
I hope you’re right. Wait, I have that quiz that I need to... she pulled it out, quietly stood up, approached Mrs. Rainou, and handed it to her. “I should have remembered to give this you as soon as I came in.”
“What’s important is that you remembered to do it. I’m...” she glanced around the mostly empty room then lowered her voice to a whisper “not terribly happy with the results so far though. It would seem that summer did a remarkably thorough job of making most of your classmates forget the simplest of things.”
“It can’t be that bad.”
“It mostly is.” Kara watched her quickly scan down the sheet of paper. “Partial credit for one of the questions, but mostly right. You’re one of the few who seems to have taken this quiz seriously.”
“But this is an AP class!”
Kara watched the rest of the class begin to trickle in, “That doesn’t necessarily mean anything. By the way, do you need relief today?”
“I’m good.”
“Ah yes; I hear you’re assisting the art teacher as a model. I imagine that had something to do with it.” Kara felt herself blush. “More than I first thought. Very well then; take your seat for now.”
The bell rang as Kara sat down. “No relief today?” one of the people in the back asked.
“The only way you can guarantee that is if you volunteer for the Program and request it in every class. Honestly, this is for the better. I graded your quizzes, and ... I’m very disappointed with the results.”
“It was a long summer!”
“That’s no excuse for seeming to forget as much as many of you seemed to. Things that most of you seemed to know just fine a few days ago. If your memories are that slippery, then I’m not sure you belong in an AP class. There’s still time to transfer to the regular physics class if you need to.” She started to hand back out the papers. “I’ll just need to assume that most of you need two more weeks of review. I apologize to the few of you who will likely be bored by the review.”
There’s no way that most of an AP class can truly, suddenly forget something they seemed to have a grasp on just a few days earlier, right?
That sounds like laziness to me. I wonder why people who would do that would even take an AP.
Presumably to get out of those classes in College, Manny. But, that implies a lack of logic. I can understand working a little harder now so that you don’t need to later. You can’t just expect to float through life.
Apparently a lot of people assume they can. Well, the ones in this class are in for a very rude awakening if that continues.
“Anyone who passed the quiz with more than an eighty-five can jump ahead to the second chapter of the textbook. I see no reason why you should be held back while all we’re doing is review.”
Kara turned to the appropriate page and started to read. This is much more interesting. I’m glad she’s not requiring those of us who do know the old material to go over it again.
What do you suppose is the real reason for so many, clearly intelligent students developing sudden laziness? Senioritis?
If that’s the case precious, then they seem to have forgotten that we’re all off to college next. Look forward to the end of your traditional schooling when you’ve advanced enough to be able to live on.
I can sort of see why this might be a thing. In college, you have much greater freedom over which classes you take. Even the core classes at the ones I’ve looked at are somewhat different. High School? If you’re lucky, you can pick up your first elective junior year. Most have to wait until senior year though.
That’s fair, but there are still the core classes to deal with, and I’m sure they’re still going to take up a pretty good chunk of your first year or two. At least with AP classes, you can get some of those out of the way. More importantly though, I can understand the boredom in normal classes. But, not APs or the unusual electives.
I see your point Manny, but I think you’re forgetting one major thing; I highly doubt many of our classmates are making sure to get enough sleep at night. That can’t help matters.
No, that’s true Ally. Well, they need to learn now; I’m sure the sleep issue gets even worse in college.
We’ll make sure that none of us fall into that trap, right?
Yes darling; especially since we’re going to be living together. Unfortunately, I imagine many of them don’t have someone that can hold them accountable.
That’s going to be another lesson they’ll learn the hard way. I just hope it doesn’t prove to be too hard.
Question, darling.
Yes, my muse?
Why don’t you show this compassionate side of you to more people? You’re the passionate or wrathful to most, but if they saw this...
Many of them would simply try to take advantage of me. As the passionate/wrathful, I can still help while maintaining a persona they’ll take seriously.
Doesn’t it get tiring to do that though?
Yes. But especially since we’re major celebrities now, it’s more important than ever. To be fair, it’s still a part of me; just not one I show often.
Well, I hope you’ll start to show it more often. I find it incredibly sexy. Right Manny?
Yes. I know that you’ve more or less been on your own these last three years, but now you don’t need to be.
I’ve never really been on my own. You’ve always been by my side, even after everything else seemed to fall apart. I ... I’m just glad we’re back together again.
The way we were always meant to be, darling.
If ... I think I need a little time to look back at some memories. I know that you both speak the truth about the persona, but it’s hard to fight the instinct. I need to find something to reinforce the compassionate side of me.
Let me share a few with you darling.
Okay. Kara gasped softly as a dozen different memories came flooding into her. The first began to ‘play’, and with it a few intense emotions. I ... I need to get out of the classroom before I can’t control my reactions to these.
Meet me in the men’s room partner. I have the sense you shouldn’t be alone dealing with them.
Ye ... yeah, you’re right. “Mrs. Rainou?”
“Yes?”
Kara heard the slight hitch in her voice. “May I be excused for a moment to...”
“Of course”. Kara quickly stood up, and hurried to the men’s room. She said it so matter of fact, but ... I could see the look of worry in her eyes.
You’re not known to be someone who shows vulnerability like that. I’m sure she saw that. I’m here.
I’ll be there momentarily. She felt the first tear start to form in her eye. Not yet ... not until I get to him. She pushed the bathroom door open forcefully and ran straight into Emanuel’s open arms. “I ... I had no idea these memories existed. I thought...” she started as the tears began to flow from her eyes.
“I caught a glimpse of them myself. Some of the ones she sent are stronger than I think she intended.”
“Bu ... but...”
“It’s okay. Cry it out, if that’s what you need. Talk when you can.” Her breathing grew ragged as her chest heaved with each sob; she soon found herself overwhelmed by the memories. “It’s okay my love.”
“But ... I’m so ... weak.”
“So? You stayed by my side when I was weak and sobbing; you were my strength in that moment. Let me be yours now.”
Am ... am I too weak for you too?
Kara, my love ... never. Draw on me for strength too. The strength to feel sadness and pain; the strength to be still and introspective.
She felt the sobbing continue as the memories continued to play. Memories where she cried and hurt; ones where someone else was hurting, and she was powerless to help. Even ones where her anxiousness seemed to paralyze her; they continued to bombard her, each attempting to play over the others.
As the last of them came rushing in, she became aware of someone else entering the room. “Ooh ... a” he started before abruptly turning around and leaving.
“Wha ... what happened?”
“Someone was about to try to make a ‘request’. I made it clear now’s not the time.”
“Thank you...” she started, then gasped in surprise as silver and gold began to flow into her. The memories began to separate and make sense; the emotions lost their edge and became possible to handle. Both of you, thank you ... I haven’t confronted many of those memories in years.
Why not? This persona you show to everyone; I don’t remember it being so dominant back then.
It’s ... no, if I can’t share why with you, I’ll never be able to share it with anyone. Give me a moment; what I’m about to say is not easy for me to admit.
Take your time darling.
It’s not because of high school or anything recent. It’s because I saw you beginning to slip away from us sometime around your ninth birthday; and I couldn’t do anything to help you. I saw Emanuel’s home life begin to crumble away in the years that followed Isabella’s death. And again, I was powerless to change anything. I’d tried everything except being forceful and outgoing; and figured if I could be that all the time, then...
Then you could pull people along with you, no matter how down or stuck they might be. But when that still wasn’t enough...
The frustration grew to anger easily; anger is always so full of energy. It’s a high of sorts. And over time, anger became my solution for any problem I couldn’t solve on my own. Kempo has helped get that under control to some degree, but...
But you can’t really change that unless you deal with the root issue. I can’t speak for Allison, but when she disappeared from our lives and dad started to go crazy, your cheerfulness was a large part of what kept me going. I think I may have succumbed to a similar madness if I’d been left to dwell on the pain and sorrow that were building inside me.
And since I didn’t yet remember Martin’s betrayal, all I could tell was that the world was becoming a scarier and more hostile place every day. It was too much to deal with, so I had no choice but to retreat further and further into myself. And one day, the mask I’d constructed doing so became my true face.
For a time, my love.
Thankfully, yes. Like the super outgoing, always on active girl has become yours. But, that’s not the whole picture.
No, it’s not. And the few memories you shared with me unlocked a bunch I’d tried to hide. Unfortunately...
They all came rushing back at once. And unlike the ones you unlocked in us, these were not all happy and encouraging. I’d forgotten just how hard Isabella’s funeral really was.
Her death in general. I think it caught everyone by surprise; especially your moms.
From everything we’ve heard from them so far, I’m inclined to agree.
“Better?”
“Much. It feels ... weird, though.”
Your sensitive side has had to filter itself through the active mask for years. Dealing with it honestly and raw is going to feel strange.
Kara disengaged from Emanuel and stood up. This hasn’t changed your opinion of me I hope.
It has, but in a good way. That you can be so vulnerable with us means more than you can know. That you cared so much even when I was at my weakest and most helpless makes me love you even more.
And ... and you Manny?
I always knew you cared. But, this is a side of you I remember fondly; the side that could simply be there, and not need to be doing something. I missed the depths we used to explore. He seemed to pause as they reached the door. Oh, one thing you may not have thought of yet.
Yes?
You how you’ve had a much more difficult time sensing things than myself or Allison?
Yeah.
I think you might begin to find it easier now that you’ve properly reconnected to your introspective self.
What leads you to believe that?
From my best understanding of the techniques that form the heart of that ability, one needs to know themself and their natural senses before they can truly train the supernatural ones.
Introspection is one of the key ... that’s always been the one part of Kempo I’ve found the hardest to really get. Kara gave Emanuel a quick kiss and turned in her classroom’s direction. And that’s why she seemed to pick all of that up so quickly.
I was sort of forced into a situation where introspection was my only real option. Anyway, will you be okay for the rest of the day?
At least until the school day is officially over. I’m a little nervous about improv though.
Why? Isn’t that one of your favorite classes this term?
Yes Manny. But, Ms. Elren is incredibly perceptive, and my classmates are no slouches either. I highly doubt anyone except Mrs. Rainou will pick up on the differences I’m feeling right now. Improv? Every single one of them will; I’m sure of it.
And you have a chance to tap into emotions you probably haven’t often and blow them all away.
Kara smiled. I wasn’t thinking about it that way, my muse. You’re right ... this will be fun! She opened the door and stepped back into the classroom. Mrs. Rainou glanced up and gave her a questioning nod, which she returned with a quick thumbs up. I wish more of the period was over.
I’m sure it will go quickly enough when you return to your reading.
Actually, I’m going to give some of those memories another look. If I can process more of them, then I’ll be even better prepared for improv.
Remember, if you need to pull from us for support...
I will. Thank you, my pillar. Kara sat down, glanced at the clock, then grabbed one of the memories and dove into it.
The bell ringing suddenly pulled her out of a particularly intense memory. Is it time already? She glanced back at the clock and sighed. I only got through three memories.
You did choose two of the most intense and difficult ones. Processing one of those as quickly as you did is impressive.
Thank you Ally. I figured ... if I can handle the really difficult ones, then the simpler ones are definitely possible.
You always were one to jump straight into the deep end.
Life is more interesting that way. Wouldn’t you agree Manny?
Yes, but it is important to prepare before you make jumps like this. Sometimes, your leaps border on blind. And that can be unnecessarily dangerous.
That’s ... not what I want to hear, but you’re not wrong. Kara quickly gathered her things and started toward the door. “May I speak with you for a moment Kara?”
Huh? She turned to Mrs. Rainou. “Certainly.”
“I just wanted to check in properly. From everything I’ve come to know about you, I wasn’t expecting such a dramatic shift in your emotional state.”
“I ... I wasn’t expecting to be hit as hard as I was either. Allison reminded me of some things I haven’t thought about in a long time, and just those few memories unlocked a whole host of others. I knew I was about to lose control of my emotions very quickly, and didn’t want to disrupt the class any more than I had to.”
“But you’re better now?”
“If I’d been on my own, no. But thankfully I can depend on my spouses.”
Mrs. Rainou smiled softly. “That’s part of what they’re there for. I would, however, advise saving such exercises for when you’re home.”
“Manny already called me out on how reckless I can be sometimes.”
“I’m sure that wasn’t pleasant to hear.”
“No, it wasn’t. But it’s important.”
“I was unsure what to think about your relationships at first. But, if your partners have a grip on those two aspects, then I think your chances to succeed are pretty good.” She glanced up at the clock. “You’d best be on the way to your next class.”
Kara nodded and started on her way. As the classroom door came into view, a boy stepped in front of her. “I want to make a request!”
“Okay, make it then. But please, be quick about it.”
“I want to play with your tits.”
She sighed. “You have three minutes.”
“What?!”
“The next bell rings in four, and your request can’t make me late to class. So if you want to maximize your time, you’d best start now.” Kara groaned softly as the boy’s hands shot roughly grabbed her breasts and began to paw at them. “Okay, a quick lesson. Being that rough with them will make the girl want nothing to do with you. Be more gently, and play more. Don’t just squeeze them.”
“Oh, right! The nipples too!”
Oh dear. This is going to be unpleasant.
Oh no. You caught one of those RRs, didn’t you darling?
Yes. And he’s taken every play out of the idiot’s book so far. Kara gasped in pain as he grabbed her nipples and started to play with them. “Okay, stop ... now!”
“Why? I was just starting to have some fun.”
“Yes, at my expense. Listen carefully if you ever want a girl to let you do anything to her breasts again. They are NOT antenna, and they DO NOT need adjustment.” Kara backed away from him. “That’s it for your request.”
“But ... I still have two minutes.”
“Not after that. Try anything else, and I’ll report you to Program coordinator.”
“Fine. I’ll just find another girl. Maybe I’ll try that tall one with the huge tits.”
So, I think this idiot is going to try to do to Vanessa what he just tried to do to me.
If he does, then he’s in for a very uncomfortable surprise.
I hope so Ally. I really do. I tried to be gentle with him, but he totally deserves to have someone go off on him for his selfishness. And Vanessa knows the difference between ‘selfish idiot’ and ‘caring lover’ now.
Not fully, to be fair.
True enough Manny. But she will, and once she does...
Kara grinned. She’ll be spoiled for life.
That’s for sure darling. And we get to keep him!
“Do you need relief?”
Kara nodded her head. “No.”
“Good. That leaves more time for today’s scenes.”
“The same sort of thing as yesterday?” Rosa asked.
“Yes. Only today, Willis and Frances will be the group leaders.” The bell rang as Kara joined her group and the new leaders walked to the front.
“So, same permissions as yesterday?” Leo asked.
“I’m not seeing my boyfriend after school today, so tease all you want” Courtney replied. “Just make sure not to leave me hanging.”
“Same here” Rosa started. “I’ve been horny since this morning, and haven’t had the time to do anything about it.”
Everyone glanced at Kara. “Actually, keep the teasing lite for me. I have a demo to do after class, and don’t want to be too primed for it.”
Willis returned from the front. “Here’s what I’m allowed to tell you. This is a funeral; Leo, you’re the corpse. The rest of you are mourners, listening to the eulogy I’ll be giving. Got it?”
They nodded their heads. It seems like this will be a touch lite scene.
What is it darling?
A funeral. Although knowing Ms. Elren, I’m sure there’s more to it than that. What I do know is that I’m glad I took the time I did earlier.
Good luck darling. Blow them all away.
Kara ‘smiled’. Willis pointed to a row of chairs in the front. “That’s where the casket will be.”
“Group one, are you ready?”
“Yes Ms. Elren.”
“Good. Take your places then, and begin.”
Leo laid down on the chairs; Kara and the other girls each took one of the seats facing him. Kara watched Willis step behind them, as if off screen. He made small chatting motions with his mouth, then glanced at each of them in turn. So, Rosa got a small but exuberant smile, Courtney got a nervous look around, and I got a sad face. I’m guessing that means I’m the one who is actually grieving in this scene.
What does that mean for the others?
I think Ally, that Rosa’s supposed to be happy about this for some reason, while Courtney is hiding something. Wait a moment, he just shot Rosa an exasperated sigh too. So she’s unhappy at needing to wait.
Rosa checked her wrist. “Wasn’t the priest supposed to arrive half an hour ago?”
“I’m sure he’ll be here soon” Courtney replied, a nervous edge to her voice.
Kara began to open her mouth, then paused as Willis flashed her a glance, then focused on Leo. I see. I’m too distressed to acknowledge what they’re talking about. She brought up the memory of Isabella’s funeral. My apologies, Manny; but I need to draw some inspiration from this.
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