Chapter 5: Truth or Dare

It had been two days since Tamara's humiliating experiences. She'd gone straight home after the cop dropped her off at her car and gone right to bed. She'd wanted to cry was was all out of tears. She slept heavily amidst tortured nightmares of her humiliation and blackmailings. She was running from a giant that always found her and put her on display for all the word to see.

She hadn't gone to school the next day, even though her rash had pretty well cleared up. She showered and douched twice to try and wipe off the filth of her own actions but still felt dirty. Her parents were clearly concerned and suggesed she go see a doctor if she wasn't feeling well -- that brought her to tears and they couldn't understand why. "Perhaps," her father had pointed out, "it's one of those hormonal things where she gets sad for no reason. Maybe she ought to see a doctor about getting some treatment." But her mother was against any kind of hormone therapy, worried about what it would do to her daughter's emotional health and her sexuality. She called her daughter in sick and Tammie was left to spend the day replaying her humiliation in her mind, trying to find just where she'd gone wrong and how it might be changed for the better. But then, maybe it would be better to go back to her old ways of being chaste and innocent -- as innocent as she could be under the circumstances, at least.

Now it was Friday and she had built up enough will to return to school and slip back into her old groove as best she could. As long as no one knew of her temporary depravity, no one would notice anything different about her. She slipped into a floral dress with a high neck, medium length sleeves, and which stretched all the way to her ankles. She was sure to wear her least revealing bra and panties as well as a white satin slip for that little extra added protection from peering eyes.

The school day went well, Mr. Tyler, her government teacher, welcomed her back with his usual good nature and a joke he never could have guessed was true -- a joke about this wholly innocent looking girl having gone off for a day with some guy she'd met. Tammie momentarily wondered if he knew the truth, but resigned to the realization that it was just one of his numerous jokes at her expense. It was a sign of respect, coming from Mr. Tyler. He always joked about the students he thought highly of.

After government class, Tammie had PE and she was nervous as hell about stripping down to get into her gym shorts and shirt, but she somehow managed to get out onto the basketball court for roll call before the tardy bell rang. She was thankful that the day's activity was not too strenuous, only some stretching and general calisthenics.

Next was lunch, which she got through without hassle, hanging out with her girl friends and talking about what they were going to do this coming summer. After lunch was Tammie's art appreciation class. She'd forgotten that they were to be studying some nude portraits this week, and when she walked in to see a row of them hanging on easels in the front of the classroom, her heart leapt into her throat. But some of them were very good, she noted. Out of seven paintings, one was quite bizarre and didn't really look like anything, two were just plain bad, one was well done but showed a very unattractve woman, and the remaining three were both well done and of attractive subjects. Tammie stood and stared at the large breasts, the supple curves, and the wisps of pubic hair on one of the women. Another had her legs crossed so you couldn't see her crotch, and the third seemed to be either shaven between her legs or the artist had simply not finished adding any detail there.

"Pretty nice, huh?" came a soft male voice over her left shoulder. She jumped and spun on her heel, drawing her books up to her chest defensively. She stood face to face with Kevin Sommers, a boy from the junior varsity basketball team -- the boy who had seen Tammie two days earlier giving a blowjob to a police officer. She averted her eyes and stammered, "I-- I was just noticing the total lack of morals displayed by some of these pictures."

"Hey, no problem. We all know your feelings on morality." He winked at her, making her wonder just how much he or anyone else had told the rest of the school. The all-too-familiar curl up and die feeling returned and she bit into her lower lip, causing a slight trickle of blood to run down her chin.

"Hey listen, before the rest of the class fills up, I just want you to know that, well, that--" Kevin scratched the back of his neck. "Well I thought I saw you the other day on my way home from school. You looked very nice. I've always thought you were cute and I really liked seeing you. I don't know what exactly you were doing, I didn't really get THAT good of a look, but if you're interested, I'm having a party tonight at my place. My parents are going away for the weekend and a couple guys from the team and a couple girls from the cheerleading squad are coming over for a couple of movies and, you know, whatever else comes up."

Tammie was shocked. Was he asking her out or was he asking her to come have sex with him while his parents were out of town? She wasn't entirely sure, but either way it sounded a little strange.

"I for one would LOVE to have you be there, Tammie. Some of the cheerleaders think -- well they think you're just a little frigid but they seem to think you'd be pretty cool if you loosened up a bit. I just think it would be awesome if you came and showed them that you're not so bad. You know, change their opinion of you and maybe get into the A crowd."

She was growing more certain every second of what he was asking. It seemed clear enough to her that he was asking her to have sex -- but he'd seen her blowing the cop and could have easily just blackmailed her into it. Why wasn't he? Her only sexual experience so far had been at the hands of blackmailers. This was entirely new -- refreshing. Maybe he wasn't a bad guy. He seemed sincere and sweet enough. And she would like to go out on a high note, having made it into the most popular group of kids on campus before leaving high school. Maybe Kevin wasn't really talking about sex at all. Maybe he was truly charmed by her. If he just wanted sex, he could have so easily gotten it from her the way the others had.

She stammered, "I-- I'll let you know," and rushed to her seat.

She spent the better part of the hour mulling Kevin's invitation, trying to locate any hint of insincerity or threatening, but could find none. An itching began, but it was not due to an allergy and was certainly not centered on her upper torso. Tammie squirmed in her chair, suddenly finding the lure of consentual sex with a nice, gentle boy her own age to be quite stimulating.

With only about twenty minutes remaining, the teacher (a nice elderly woman who'd spent her life traveling the world's greatest museums) explained that nude portraits were among the most common for beginning artists and had been for centuries. College art classes, she pointed out, often enrolled a student or two to pose nude while the rest of the class put their efforts into drawing or painting the contours of a human body, the effects of light and shadow on such an inconsistent object as a naked body, and other necessary artistic skills.

She then asked if anyone wanted to volunteer to be a model for the class to draw. She hadn't anticipated that anyone would actually take the offer. These were, after all, high school students with emotional problems relating directly to their appearance. But quiet little Tamara Jenkins raised her hand high. Mrs. Avery asked her, in a surprised tone of voice, to come to the front of the class and pose. She instructed the other students to get out pencil and paper and spend the last twenty minutes of class making their best representation of what they saw.

Mrs. Avery was startled when Tamara seemed to misunderstand her roll as a model and began undressing for the class! Her dress was quickly unbuttoned and dropped to the floor, then her white slip was pulled up and over her head leaving her standing with just a white bra and panties as sixteen other students, about half boys and half girls, stared in stunned fascination. Mrs. Avery blurted that she'd only wanted Tammie to pose fully dressed and that nudity would have to wait for college, but the young girl's bra was already dropping to the floor, her breasts (very large for her age) hung freely for all to see, and though Tammie began to flush a deep crimson in embarrassment, she was growing too horny and too needful of maintaining control of her life to care much. She slipped out of her panties and propped herself against a vacant desk at the front of the room, crossing her long legs so that her pussy hair was clearly visible but not her labia or clit. She swung her long, fiery red hair over one shoulder and watched as the guys and a couple of girls began furiously drawing, never taking their gaze off of her naked beauty.

Tammie smiled to Kevin, who was simultaneously drawing with one hand while rubbing his crotch with the other, and said, "I'll be there at eight."

She was in control but her embarrassment nonetheless mounted, and when the bell finally rang, Tammie very quickly got dressed and rushed from the room. She had an itch in her crotch that needed to be relieved, so she ran to the nearest girl's bathroom, the one populated by the smokers and punks, without thinking. She closed herself into a stall and began furiously rubbing her clit and pussy lips. After a minute of this, she slid two fingers deep into her dripping snatch while rubbing her clit with her thumb, and brought herself to two stall-rattling orgasms. Someone in the stall next to her yelled to keep it down in there... She was finished, and got on her way to her final class for the day.

After school, Tammie rushed home. She watched some television, ate a snack, and showered. After doing some chores around the house, she greeted her parents arriving home from work and waited for dinner, when she told them she'd been invited to a friend's house to watch movies and maybe sleep over. After dinner, she returned to her room to get dressed for the party. She decided to go both casual, in case there wasn't going to be any sex, and slutty, in case there was. She put on a pair of blue panties and her "Got cookies?" halter top, then covered with a button-down green shirt and mid-shin length brown skirt. She wore a pair of two inch heels, which wasn't at all uncommon for her and wouldn't arouse any suspicion from her parents, and then went into the bathroom to powder her face and apply some dark pink lipstick.

She knew where Kevin lived because he was just down the street from her best friend Susan. She'd seen him practicing basketball in his driveway many times while at her friend's house.

Kevin's driveway was crowded with cars, so Tammie parked across the street from his house. She rang his bell and was greeted by the captain of the cheerleading squad in the arms of a football player. He seemed to be trying to open the girl's blouse with his teeth. "Kevin, your little Tamara is here!" the girl called out as she led Tammie into the front room. Four guys from the football and basketball teams and three girls from the cheerleading sqaud were present. Most were drinking beer and getting fairly nasty with their hands and their mouths. Tammie felt a surge of remorse over having come here. She'd thought it would be different -- very different.