Chapter 3: Hanging Out With the Quiet Girl

She was still compelled by the program’s guidelines to remain undressed during the full school and work week when the middle of the week rolled around. Because of the unexpected areas that she could get to, the experience was rather unusual. Rebekah thought back on what had happened the day before while she was making breakfast. Instead of the usual random calls for help, Mister Bintott, her boss, called her after a little while with a strange request. He had informed her that he would be putting her in a group visiting the Crystal Glacier Lake Center, a recovery facility.

The distance and direction to her house from the Facility were greater than they had ever been. She also visited Skive Castle, a retirement community for the elderly, in addition to the Crystal Glacier Lake Center.

She stopped everything she was doing due to the thought of Crystal Glacier Center and delicately put her hands on her breasts, lifting them as gently as she could. She studied her breasts, running her fingertips over the delicate and firm areas. Her breasts were somewhat uncomfortable from the man’s touching and squeezing, but so far, there didn’t appear to be any bruising, at least from what she could see in the kitchen’s light. Although she was aware that the fact she was naked would still draw attention, the absence of bruises meant that no one would focus on her as a result, which pleased her.

She grinned as her attention turned to Skive Castle and how she had discovered Victor and Alexandra were childhood friends. She hoped the two could speak when she entered her apartment by phone or other form of contact and that their relationship may develop into something more. But the teenager understood that if that wasn’t the case, she didn’t have the right to push it.

Even though she felt Victor and Alexandra would make a nice couple, she believed that as a teenager, she had no right to manipulate others who were older than her. Both to them and to anybody nearby, it would be impolite and insulting. Naturally, she would be open and honest if one inquired about the other, such as if Alexandra requested her opinion about the now-older Victor or vice versa.

Despite the suffering she had endured, Alexandra was a kind, compassionate woman who was always prepared to try and assist others. While Victor was a decent and upright man and considerate of others, particularly those who are his own gender’s opposite.

Her supervisor contacted her last night after homework, complimenting her on the superb work she had completed that day in addition to her work with his father, and he added in an amused tone of voice that it sounded like he now had a sister. She tested things since she could tell by the tone of his voice that he found it amusing, and she thanked her older brother for his kind words. She noticed she hadn’t laughed so hard in a while as the two burst out in laughter. She pondered what her next day at work would entail as soon as he hung up.

Naturally, she was aware that anything might happen and that she could take actions that would make her dirty or keep her clean.

Lunch Time

On Wednesday during lunch, Rebekah sat at the participant’s table and remained mute. Like yesterday, they discussed some of the requests they had to put up with. She remembered the oddest request yesterday, and how she surprised them when she spoke. How she was forced to make a boy kneeling ‘kiss’ his cheek with the ‘lips’ of her crotch. She had no reason not to complete the mission, as long as nothing got into her privates, according to the guidelines. She recalled how the youngster had become irritated when he cleaned his cheek first for the purpose of cleanliness after it had made her uncomfortable.

Now, based on the boy’s response, she couldn’t help but wonder whether bathing and taking a shower was a strange notion to certain people. She was shocked by how open-minded and reasonable she had been in embracing the idea. The boy’s cheek was filthy, maybe from carpentry or the automotive class. Despite her suspicions, she assumed he was a sports person—a jock, as she thought they were called—based on the odd letter jacket he was wearing.

He may have been a jock, according to Rebekah’s theory, explaining his behavior. Some schools held jocks in high esteem, for some odd reason. Although, she had to accept that her high school experience was different, as it focused on classes rather than other activities.

Agnes had kindly left her food for her to eat, which was again hot dogs prepared for the cafeteria by the school’s commercial cooking class today. Naturally, Agnes had given Rebekah a plate with additional herbs, which the older woman knew would help keep her body cool after she left the school to go to work. Rebekah was aware of this. In addition to the fact that some herbs had a delayed start.

Rebekah was once again appreciative of Agnes’s thoughtfulness in making sure she had eaten. She occasionally only had time to do her schoolwork after work before giving in to tiredness and retiring to bed. She did consider getting up earlier to attempt to prepare something after all, but earlier meant approximately 5 in the morning. Amazingly, she awoke at 6:30 in the morning. Despite the fact that 5 was an hour ago, she lacked the strength to manage it. Rebekah grinned cheerfully, since Agnes didn’t protest to her about having to leave food for her.

Rebekah licked the ketchup off her lips with a napkin after eating the wiener. Her taste buds savored the flavor of the meat and ketchup combination as well as the flavor the additional herbs contributed. She speculated that possibly Agnes used it to enhance the flavor the herbs could have provided because some of the herbs had a delectable taste to them that tasted like sugar. After finishing her savoring, she got up from the table, took her backpack, and proceeded into the kitchen, passing the other women and waving to them as she went.

The ladies returned her wave and greeted her, even though they saw that, unlike yesterday, she didn’t say High Noon. Since she assumed they already knew when it was, she decided the next time she should think of something new. Agnes followed the teenager to where her apron was hung without saying anything.

The two split off in the back as she moved to where her apron hung. While Rebekah was getting ready, her lunch boss checked something in her office. She removed her hairnet and hairnet panties from their pouch in her bag and then set her backpack down. The teen entered the bathroom, sat down on the toilet, and then stood after putting her feet and legs through the openings in the “hairnet panties.” She pulled it up over her privates, like she had done yesterday, and felt the string between her butt cheeks.

She went back to her bag, and pulled her apron down after recalling that she had left it on the hook. She discreetly lowered it before slipping her head through the top loop and tying it around her waist at the back. When she was prepared, she went outside to her station. She noticed a rack leave the washing machine as she walked up to it, so she moved the now-warm rack with the trays of freshly cleaned dishes to the end of the metal so one of the women could take them.

Rebekah’s job was boring, but she didn’t complain about it, even though she wasn’t sure whether she could handle it after eight years of school. But she was confident that she would continue, carry out her job, and do it effectively.

After setting up a different rack, Rebekah entered the cafeteria and proceeded to the larger metal rack holding the filthy trays. She then brought the dirty trays back into the kitchen and discreetly started placing them on the rack. The other student disregarded Rebekah as she worked and paid no attention to her when she left the cafeteria.

She moved back and forth during the Lunch Hour, taking a rack, loading trays and dishes onto it, then running the racks through the washing machine. Once this was put through the machine, she switched back and grabbed one of the pointless racks to begin placing the utensils on them. Later, though, she realized that a tray was jutting out the incorrect direction, so she hit the machine’s stop button and raised its side to get access.

She muttered an expletive because she knew she had erred, just like she had on Monday, but she knew what to do.

As the machine’s hot steam billowed out, she took a step back before reaching inside, adjusting the tray so that it could fit, closing the lid, and turning the machine back on. She observed the rack carrying the freshly realigned tray pass through to the opposite side. “There we go,” she thought to herself before turning around once again and making her way back into the cafeteria. As she walked, she mumbled to herself, “Rebekah, be careful.”

She was aware that mistakes may create delays and that, if she wasn’t attentive, plates or water containers might get damaged.

She saw that there were fewer students on her subsequent walk outside to get the trays, but she didn’t dwell on it and went back to her desk. She understood that she would finish her task sooner after the kids had finished eating and had left the cafeteria. But occasionally, she would never finish before the fourth period bell rung.

Standing next to the machine once more, she recalled the itching that the fabric of the apron and the hairnet panties had given her. She didn’t itch from the apron this time, maybe because her body was accustomed to it. However, the hairnet pants were giving her an itch, so before returning to her job, she reached beneath and stroked the itch there.

She smiled as she stacked the three trays, brought them back into the kitchen, set them up in the racks, and gently guided them into the machine. She then moved to the other side and watched them come out. As she approached the tray return rack, she discovered that there were only three trays left. She also noticed that the cafeteria seating area was empty. She turned and proceeded to her backpack as she took off her apron and put it up on her hangar once they had exited without the trays becoming stuck. She took both hairnets off after hanging her apron and put them back in the bag.

3:30 PM School’s End

When she arrived at her school’s doors, her phone started to ring as usual. It indicated that, in contrast to yesterday, her employer had not assigned her to a group traveling to certain medical facilities. She spoke after pressing the green phone button. “How may I assist you, I’m Rebekah, a member of the Helper’s Union?” In contrast to yesterday and the day before, she chose to answer and conduct herself more professionally. Since she had joined the Helper’s Union, her supervisor hadn’t asked for this, but she wanted to seem more professional.

She also thought they already knew when they phoned that she belonged to the Helpers Union. “Is this the Rebekah that attends Sir Frederick Banting High School right now?” She thought the voice on the other end was feminine. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but Helper’s Union members aren’t permitted to discuss that material due to privacy concerns.” She answered, raising an eyebrow in alarm. Someone was aware that Rebekah, a pupil at Sir Frederick Banting High School, belonged to the Helper’s Union. She wasn’t sure how they achieved it, but she guessed that it may have been because their child remembered their face after seeing her face on the app.

In addition, Rebekah thought the woman’s speech tone made her sound arrogant. Although she didn’t have a good feeling about the woman, she had no reason to turn down her request thus far.

‘Fuck!” Rebekah was astonished to hear the woman use foul language, but she didn’t let it disturb her because she had heard worse. “Because she’s attractive and enrolled in the program, I desired the Rebekah who lives there. I also wanted them to become friends with my daughter so that she could finally have a friend and start interacting with people.” Rebekah chose to refer to the woman as Mother Client after what she had stated. Rebekah recognized that establishing friends weren’t always easy, especially for people who struggled with social anxiety. “So your daughter doesn’t have friends, or if she does, they aren’t good friends?” For the purpose of confirmation, Rebekah asked.

“I think that stupid girl is being silly when she claims that she has no friends at all.” Mother Client remarked, which stoked Rebekah’s anger.

Rebekah allowed her emotions to settle, and after a while, she spoke. “It’s not always easy to make friends, but what’s your daughter’s name?” Rebekah asked of the woman, who replied with. “Oh, her name’s Andrea, are you going to accept the job? Or be silly like her.” Rude Mother client asked, with what sounded like an impatient huff. Rebekah, at this point, was ready to just say no, for the woman’s rudeness, but if she said no, another may not, another who wasn’t good, and was in it for the money and the wrong reasons. Someone who would most likely force the daughter to do things she didn’t want to.

Rebekah was unaware that such a person worked for the Helper’s Union because her boss conducted extensive background checks.

Rebekah said, “Andrea, huh,” and as she spoke the name, she heard what may have been an eep or a squeak. The teen heard a noise and went to look in that direction when she noticed a blonde-haired girl who looked to be in the ninth grade. She was hiding behind some boxes close to the entrance, hunkered, and when she saw Rebekah, she glanced up at her with an expression of fright on her face. Looking down at her, Rebekah responded, “Alright, I accept. “Good,” The Rude Woman said, “I’ll tell her to meet you by the back doors.” Right before she hung up, the mother remarked. Rebekah saw how she withheld the address of the home she and her daughter shared, but assumed the daughter was aware of it.

She dropped on her knees, putting her phone away before she knelt. Mostly based on the response she had received, she had a suspicion that this was Andrea. When the other teen’s phone sounded with a fresh message, she screamed as she was going to speak to her. Rebecca squirmed at the din. She emphasized how important it was for her to say, “It’s going to be ok,” in an empathetic way. “I intended to stoop and kneel to make myself smaller and less threatening, so I’ll step back a bit for your comfort.” She informed the other teenager and watched as she pulled out her phone to see the message it had received.

Rebekah considered how she would finish the day’s work as she went along. She had these ideas as a result of her inexperience, friendships, and socializing with them. She ultimately decided that she would follow Andrea’s lead.

observing how Andrea’s terror response seemed to grow as passersby passed. Rebekah gently reached out and took the other teen’s hand, drawing her along with her as they made their way to the building’s doors and out of it. Rebekah thought that by leading them to the parking lot, where the crowds were significantly smaller, Andrea’s emotional condition would improve noticeably. Rebekah saw another issue, particularly the box behind her, as she got to her bike.

She could transport enormous and heavy goods with ease thanks to its durability, but she had never carried a person inside. She was unsure about how to place Andrea as her butt would be seen if Andrea sat facing her. She could still be seen if she sat sideways since her butt would be to the side. She decided to walk her bike rather than get on since she didn’t believe Andrea would want to sit with her back to her.

She forced her bike to leave the bike lock area by pushing on the handlebars. Andrea moved into position next to her and walked with her as they made their way toward the perimeter of the the school’s premises Rebekah noticed the terror Andrea appeared to be feeling in the corner of her eyes and changed their course as she noticed the anxiety intensifying. Before taking Andrea to the park, Rebekah showed Andrea the entrance to her apartment, secured it, and had Walter bring the bag up.

The girls cast a quick glance around and noted the absence of people. Between the conclusion of the school day and the crowding of people, in Rebekah’s opinion, there was a pause. She thought they needed to take advantage of the situation and simply have fun there by swinging on the swing set. Go down the slides, just sit there, and don’t say anything really significant. Rebekah realized it wouldn’t be a good idea for her to ride the slide as she was completely naked. She was aware that flesh and slides did not go together.

After being still for a while, Andrea looked at Rebekah and then pulled the teenager toward the swing set with the hand that was still holding her. She gently placed Rebekah onto the swing before moving behind her to push her and finally forcing her to go as high as she wanted.

Rebekah smiled as she experienced the ‘butter fly’ feeling when she went up and the effect when she went down. Additionally, she was aware of the hand touching her back and the wind and pushed wind contacting her flesh. While swinging, she observed Andrea not attempting the other swing, so she stopped and gently escorted Andrea to the other swing. “Your turn,” she replied, helping Andrea into the second swing and giving her a little push so that she could swing just as Andrea had done for her. Rebekah could almost see the smile growing as Andrea raised as high as she was prepared to go.

When Rebekah saw this, a grin also sprang on her face, and she believed she was succeeding. She had intended to spend time with her without any obligations and without forcing Andrea to communicate.

She had watched enough television programs to understand that it wasn’t a good idea to force someone to do anything when they weren’t ready to discuss. However, the nudist teenager was curious to know if she was silent because she was bashful or if she suffered from social anxiety. She suspected shyness since she had admitted to her mother that she found it difficult, but she believed that people with social anxiety could talk to their parents but not so much to others outside of their immediate family. Sadly, she wasn’t as aware of the reality of the situation.

Because Rebekah was so preoccupied with her thoughts, she failed to notice when Andrea stopped swinging and turned to face her. She blinked and took a little step back when she saw her new friend’s face so close to her own. “Oh! Sorry, I must have been thinking a much.” She informed her with a grin, but one that was more on the sheepish side than usual.

She made the decision not to share her thoughts with her since she believed Andrea would find it awkward/

When the naked teenager saw Andrea looking at her clock, she peered in and took note of the time. She was aware that she would soon need to take Andrea home or arrange for her mother to pick her up. She also observed teenagers and parents or babysitters with children entering the park. Rebekah winced as Andrea huddled behind her, her fingers digging into her back in terror at the sight of the gathering. Andrea was given a back embrace by Rebekah after she caught hold of her hands and shifted them.

After that, the naked teenager and her companion started to back away from the swings. It was strange to see a female going about in the nude, as another, clothed girl embraced her from behind. Rebekah was aware of her breathing and the sensation of her face, particularly the touch of her nose. Andrea could clearly see the physical effects Rebekah’s life had had on her.

Rebekah’s physique was toned as a result of her profession; nevertheless, it wasn’t like a Jock’s. Her arm gained some strength from the hours, or rather years, of lifting large objects, while her legs got toned from all the walking and jogging. Despite the way her physique seemed, she was aware that it didn’t much increase her stamina.

As they got away from the crowds, Rebekah guided the two towards her apartment, guiding Andrea so that she wasn’t embracing her so closely and so that they could walk side by side. “We should go to my place so I may get dressed and-huh?.” After saying something, Rebekah blinked as Andrea swiftly shook her head. Rebekah immediately spoke to her right away since she believed she wanted to leave her. “Oh! If you like, you can come with me. Come on, I’m not making you remain down here,” Rebekah said as she led the way inside. “Who is that with you, Rebekah?” Tim, Walter’s coworker, questioned her as he walked to his place at the doors.

Andrea was stopped from going behind once again by Rebekah’s arm over her shoulder. “This is Andrea; I a new a friend of mine. Rebekah informed him, “She’s a little shy.” Tim grinned and nodded before abruptly giving each of them a lollypop. “Well, it’s good to meet you, Andrea, and Rebekah is such a wonderful friend. She is really helpful and polite,” he informed her. Rebekah took the lollypop and led the way to the elevator, where she unwrapped the lollypop and put it in her mouth before pressing the elevator’s button and going up with Andrea.

“I know, the whole saying don’t take candy from strangers thing, but Tim is a good guy. He wouldn’t dare harm anyone. He makes these from scratch and he has a technique to preserve the taste from juices. His source is the garden up in the roof and we could check it out if you’d like.” Before the elevator arrived at her floor, she said and started to suck the lollipop.