Naked in School
Freedom to be Free
Chapter 3 - Soccer Team
Drew found her way to the gym and entered the girls’ locker room. She saw movement inside an office located near the exit door into the gym, so she went over and knocked.
“Yes? You can enter,” a woman answered.
“Hi, I’m Drew Harper and was hoping to talk to the soccer coach. But I also have P.E. now.”
“Ah, I heard that there was a girl who missed the tryouts. Okay, she’s in the weight room; you can go there. Go into the gym, turn left, and take the second door. Her name is Coach Velonis.”
“Thank you. I can join the P.E. class after I speak to her?”
“We’re just doing an orientation today, so no, since they’ll be doing individual activities. Come see me if you take less than fifteen minutes with the coach and I’ll cover what you’ll need to know for the class.”
“Thanks.”
Drew went out to look for the weight room and when she found it, the coach was there and so were Lydia and eight other girls.
Lydia saw Drew and said to the coach, “Ah, here she is. I had told her to come to practice but now is better. Coach, this is Drew, is that right?”
Drew nodded as Velonis looked her up and down.
“So you want to try out for the team. I did hear that you were sick during the tryouts.”
“Yes, Coach Velonis, I had a fever for two days. Wiped me out.”
“Just ‘Coach’ is fine. Lydia was telling me what you told her about your prior soccer experience.”
“Right, Coach. I was mostly a defensive back and my team had the lowest goals scored against us. Last season we played a 5-3-2 formation and I was a fullback, um, center back. In some plays more of a stopper ‘cause of my speed and attacking ability. My team won the league, too.”
“You certainly have the height and build for a fullback, Drew. Lydia said you had four goals and twelve assists on the season.”
“Yeah, on assists, I cross very well and with my speed, I can usually beat the other team’s D. That’s why they usually had me play as a stopper. I’ve been timed at up to 18 kph on some dashes. But my own D abilities are my best skills.”
“Well, you sound like a good girl to have play for us. You know, I never really scouted the community soccer league because all those gals wind up going to Parkside High. Maybe I need to look at those games more.”
“Coach, that’s true. No one on my community team is at Memorial—they all went to Parkside. I’m at Memorial ‘cause of the funny way the district boundaries come out ‘cause I actually live closer to Parkside.”
“Okay, Drew, can you stay for practice? I’d like to assess your skills,” Velonis asked.
“Sure, Coach.”
“Have you done any weight—resistance—training before?”
“Not in an organized way, Coach. I use the equipment at the community center near Asbury Park sometimes.”
“You want to work with Lydia here for the rest of the period? She can show you the training regimen we use.”
“Yes, ma’am, I do.”
At the practice session after school, Velonis put Drew through a skills assessment, including ball handling, passing, and progression. She timed Drew’s speed on sprints and longer runs. After an hour, she gave Drew her assessment.
“I’ve seen enough to want you on the team. If you continue to perform like you’ve shown me, you could be a starter next year. I understand that you’ll need to switch your P.E. class assignment to the athletes’ schedule, so I’ll let the office know to have you see a counselor to do that. Meanwhile, I’d like you to come to team practices this week. Is that possible?”
“Sure is, Coach, and thanks.”
“Okay, go get with the other gals and join in with what they’re doing. They’ll explain my training system.”
“Yes, Coach!”
Delighted with that news, Drew ran off to join the others.
After practice was over, gloom descended on Drew. She hated to go home.
Maybe I can sneak in and hide out in my room, she mused. I’ll scrounge some food later.
She was able to avoid both Candace and her father that evening. On Tuesday, when she arrived at school, there was a crowd at the front door.
Oh, right, it’s where they have to strip for the Program, she realized. What total crap this is.
Scott coping with a Reasonable Request
After her home room period, on her way to Algebra, Drew continued to witness more abuse taking place, masked as Reasonable Requests. A common Request, which she had seen numerous times, was to require that the boys and girls display themselves in a variety of degrading sexual poses. Now, on her way to her Health and Psych classroom, she encountered yet another scene. Apparently a girl had asked Scott to do a Request. When Drew passed nearby, he was in a pose with his legs spread, bent over, and his hands stretched in front of him. With his anus exposed to the girl and the other onlookers, to Drew’s shock, the girl attempted to push a pen or pencil into Scott’s rectum. Scott shouted for her to stop and scuttled out of her reach as the girl laughed.
Drew walked away, shaking her head in disgust.
Jeez, the girls do abusive stuff too.
Turning a corner into the hallway of her next classroom, Drew heard crying. She looked into the stairwell alcove at the hallway’s side and saw an unfamiliar naked girl—she realized that this must be Rosemary—sitting on the floor with legs spread apart, and some kids were ordering her to use her fingers to spread her lower lips apart and rub herself to an orgasm.
Drew got really angry at seeing that and waded right into the scrum surrounding Rosemary, picked her up by her armpits, and dragged her away from the complaining kids. Rosemary gratefully thanked her and then scurried away, trying to look invisible. Drew shook her head.
Connor walked up to her just then. “I heard shouting and there was a crowd—and you popped out of it dragging a naked gal. Still doing the vigilante gig?” he asked and then chuckled at her blush.
“Um, I guess. Seeing that crap just wigs me out. Did I tell you that I yelled at Walters for not making the school safe for the naked kids?”
“Uh uh, you didn’t.”
“Yeah. I was with Wendy and that was after our ambush. Walters was trying to blame us for getting ambushed, it seemed, and that pissed me hugely. Now, after seeing what happened in Biology yesterday, I’m worried about the crap that this health class will have.”
They had no idea.
After the teacher welcomed them, he remarked, “I see that we have no Program kids here this week but my lesson plan requires four naked students. Do I have any volunteers?”
There were none.
“All right; I’ll explain today’s objectives and then I’ll draft four of you into the Program for the class.”
The kids in the room made sounds of outrage.
“Quiet down! Teachers are empowered to do that, you know. This lesson goes into human sexual response and is based on psychology. Sexual arousal is a very powerful... urge... one can call it, and the ultimate goal of that arousal, in the male, is ejaculation. Females reach a sexual climax more slowly; there is possibly more mental stimulation than physical stimulation involved, and it’s more difficult for females to orgasm solely through vaginal intercourse. Later this week, we’ll study in detail the differences between male and female arousal, but for today, we’ll demonstrate how powerful sexual stimulation can be, how it can overcome intentional thought. I need two boys and two girls. In the first exercise, the girls will attempt to bring the boys to orgasm but I want the boys to resist; you must hold back and don’t let yourself ejaculate. This is called ‘edging’ because it keeps the subject at the edge of their climax. Then we’ll switch and have the boys stimulate the girls...”
While he was talking, the kids in the class were looking horror-stricken.
“...and you’ll see, I believe, the differences in how boys and girls respond. First, the girls will have ten minutes to try to coax an orgasm from their partner using whatever method they choose, manual or oral. Now to pick partners, let’s see... okay. The ones at each end of the first row of desks and the last row. That gives us two of each sex. Come up here and get naked now.”
The selected kids looked around and at each other; one girl began to cry. Then the boy in the front row grabbed his backpack and dashed out the door, which led the other boy to flee too.
“Girls, come up here now. I’ll give you a zero for participation if you don’t. Those two have received zeros already.”
Both girls just sat there shaking their heads “no,” and one said, “I’ll take the zero. Not doing it.”
Connor stood up then and announced, “This is a stupid and flawed psych demo. I’d refuse too. Will any of you guys in class here do that exercise willingly?”
He sat down as there was a loud “no” from everyone in the class. The teacher looked at Connor.
“Oh, we have a troublemaker in here? Okay, you’re in the Program for disobedience. Get your clothes off and you’ll take part in the demo, even if you must do it solo.”
There were gasps and Connor replied, “Nope. I won’t do that. You can fail me or send me out to the office, but I won’t agree.”
“All right, then, here’s a note for the office...” He scribbled something on a sheet of paper and handed it to him. “You get a week’s detention and fail the week. And I’m sure that the principal will put you in the Program.”
Connor got up and Drew got up too. “I’m joining him,” she said. “Fail me too.”
As they went out the door, most of the rest of the class followed. They all headed for the office and the entry of an entire class brought Walters out of his office to see what was going on.
Connor gave him the note and explained what had happened.
“Aren’t these demos supposed to be done with Program draftees, not just anyone in the class?” he asked. “Are teachers allowed to run their own Program in their rooms and use any kid they want for whatever?”
“This issue hasn’t come up before...” Walters began.
“This is only the second day, sir,” Drew responded. “So it looks like maybe teachers—kids too—are making up rules as they go. And as Connor pointed out, that demo really doesn’t show anything about response... it’s simply a test of personal willpower—don’t you see that?”
“I’ll have to talk to your teacher about this,” Walters replied. “Issues like these need discussion at our next staff meeting. All right, carry on. The period ends in a little over forty-five minutes, so just go to the cafeteria, don’t cause a commotion, and then continue following your schedule.”
They all left and exchanged a lot of high-fives with each other when they got into the hall.
“That worked fine,” Drew said as they entered the cafeteria. “I wish we could help Wendy and Jerry like that.”
“Yeah. Today’s Biology sounds like it’ll be rough for them. I didn’t see Wendy in Math today, though.”
When their lunch period began, the two waited for the Program kids to show up in the cafeteria. They did, but again, Rosemary wasn’t with them.
“She didn’t come to my last class,” Simpson reported. “Someone mentioned that she had a bad Request session earlier today.”
“Yeah, I helped her then,” Drew told them. “Then she just ghosted away.”
“That’s what she does,” Simpson nodded. “She was a scared mouse last year, but she’s much worse now.”
Then Jerry entered, supporting Wendy, who was looking shaky.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Lydia called; she had seen them first.
Jerry shook his head. “She freaked out after Biology yesterday and her mom had to take her to the doc. They put her on a strong anti-anxiety med and she’s kinda zoned out today. She had to go to the nurse during second period ‘cause she got dizzy. The nurse got her to lie down and she got a quick nap there.”
“Yeah, feelin’ no pain now,” Wendy slurred. “But I can’t concentrate. Hope this week ends quick.”
Drew shook her head in dismay. “Look at how that frikkin’ Program is destroying us,” she told them. “Wendy, Rosemary, that girl who hit her head, the senior boy... that’s four, and there were nine of you who were forced to be naked in the Program... 45 percent of you guys are damaged by it somehow. It’s an indictment for how bad it is, right?”
They all agreed.
“Another thing’s bothering me about that Bio class,” Connor told the others. “All the shit that teacher covered—you’d think that we were in med school with all of the damn details she spouted. How essential is it for a freshman kid to know that the bulbo-whatever-fuckin’ muscle is at the root of a guy’s cock, anyway? And we gotta sit through more of it. Wendy and Jerry are getting shafted with big-time humiliation too.”
The other kids offered their sympathy but all Wendy and Jerry could do was to shrug in resignation.
Later, in Biology, Wendy was still in no better shape. Steward had the two kids come to the front again.
“Today we’ll start with the female and explore her sexual arousal and I’ll be able to show you the physical signs of that arousal. Wendy, please hop up on the bench like yesterday and spread your legs for us.”
Moving in slow motion, she grudgingly complied.
“Do you have a favorite way of masturbating?” Steward asked her.
“Ah... no... don’t do that... feels funny... touching there...”
“Can you try stroking around your clitoris? Many females don’t like the sensation of directly touching its glans unless they’re highly stimulated and close to orgasm. Ah, have you ever had an orgasm?”
“Um... don’t know... get tingles... how do you know... when... it’s an orgasm?”
Some kids in the class tittered at that.
“Well, just try it. Stroke above it and on the sides.”
She did, and after several minutes of watching closely, Steward saw no signs of any engorgement of her labia.
“Um, when can I stop?” Wendy asked. “This is... ah... starting to ... hurt.”
“Do you feel any increased sexual tension in your groin?” Steward asked. “Are you lubricating?”
“Huh? What’s that?” Wendy asked.
“Oh dear,” Steward whispered to herself. “Has she no sexual response?” Aloud, “When you were younger, were you ever abused, sexually or otherwise?”
“Oh... no... never...”
“Experience an injury to the groin?”
“No...”
Jerry spends time licking Wilma’s vulva to no effect
“Well, let me try something else. Jerry, I want you to kiss and lick Wendy’s vulva and use your tongue to tickle around her glans—under the prepuce. Are your hands clean? Here’s an alcohol wipe, use it. Now use your fingers to hold her labia apart while you lick her.”
Wendy was crying again now, and after two minutes, she complained, “That’s hurting me... my legs hurt... stop...”
Jerry had spent the two minutes licking her when he stopped.
“My jaw hurts,” he reported. “And Wendy says to stop too.”
Steward checked Wendy’s vulva for any vaginal secretions and found hardly any. There was no labial engorgement either. She looked up at the class, then at Wendy, who was weeping and staring blankly, glassy-eyed.
“Ah, Wendy, are you taking any medicine? I’ve noticed that your speech has been slurred today.”
“Er, my doc put me... on something... to help cope with anxiety...”
“Okay, that explains things. First, some girls just naturally have a low libido—that is, they don’t ever get very horny, which is what a low libido is. Apparently Wendy is such a girl. This isn’t abnormal, it’s just how she is. Then she’s taking a drug to control excessive anxiety. One typical side effect of these medications is a reduced libido, so Wendy’s gotten a double whammy here. This means that I can’t show you how the vulval area responds to sexual stimulation, so I’ll need to verbally summarize the arousal stages for a female instead. Oh, you can sit up, Wendy. Jerry, fetch her a chair to sit on; she looks a bit unsteady.
“Female arousal has four stages: Excitement, plateau, orgasm, and resolution. During the excitement stage, which we tried here, the manual or oral stimulation results in an increase of watery secretions from the vaginal walls, which results from their constriction, congestion, and engorgement, and from the Bartholin’s glands, which are located close to the opening of the vagina. This fluid provides the lubrication necessary to ensure the comfortable penetration by a penis. Also, in many cases, just thinking romantic thoughts can cause this engorgement; you can hear girls saying things like, ‘Oh, watching that guy flexing his muscles gets me all wet.’”
Titters from the class.
“Also, during excitement, the outer labia swell and flatten and that exposes the clitoris, which, in turn, increases in size, just like the male glans swells with a strong erection. Then the plateau stage occurs and again, I’m sorry that I can’t demonstrate that on Wendy. Females can remain at the plateau stage for quite a long time, then orgasm, and then return to plateau, unlike males, who can orgasm and ejaculate only one single time. The most significant physical feature of the plateau stage is the thickening of the inner labia, they can double or triple in thickness, and that results in their spreading wider, which opens the vaginal portal.
“Then comes orgasm, the climax of sexual arousal. The clitoris will have attained its greatest engorgement, and for its protection—possibly to lessen any damage from the pounding of the male’s pubic bone against it—its glans retracts back into the clitoral prepuce. The orgasm itself is a series of powerful rhythmic muscle contractions which occur at the pelvic floor—the lower part of the vagina—and also involve the muscles around the anus and uterus. This last effect is likely to assist in the delivery of the semen to the uterus.
“The final stage is resolution. Now the vaginal and vulval engorgement with blood dissipates and the thickening of the tissues resolves and they return to their normal state. However, in many females, the clitoris might remain very sensitive for a while longer. Any questions?”
A girl raised her hand and Steward called on her.
“Um, what about squirting during cumming? I heard about that but lots of my friends say that’s an urban myth.”
“Oh, not at all; it’s real. Both ‘squirting’ and ‘female ejaculation’ can occur and they’re different. The liquid ejected during squirting comes mostly from the bladder but it isn’t straight urine, which some people believe. It’s an extremely dilute form of urine and contains several other components too, coming from the Skene’s glands which sit alongside the urethra. Also, in urination, urine is propelled from the bladder by the voluntary contraction of its muscles, including the detrusor muscle at the bladder’s neck, while squirting results from the involuntary contraction of the pelvic floor muscles and the others involved in orgasm. Female ejaculation is considered a bit different by some experts because that fluid comes mainly from the Skene’s glands, and their secretions are again expelled through the urethra. There’s just a tiny distinction between the two processes, so you can safely consider them as a single thing. Okay?”
“Um, thank you. Good knowing what’s true or not.”
“Anyone else? No? Now let’s consider the interior sexual anatomy of the female. As I mentioned yesterday, almost all of these structures are internal and not visible from outside the body, except for the cervix, which guards the opening of the uterus into the vagina, and seeing that requires a speculum inserted into the vagina to open it to expose the cervix. I was hoping to show you Wendy’s cervix but her hymen prevents us doing that. What you’d see is projected on the screen now; it’s a picture of a model’s getting a pelvic exam. The area at the top of the vagina here [she pointed] is called the ectocervix and this is its external os, the opening to the cervical canal. In appearance, see how it looks somewhat like a pink glazed donut where the hole in the middle is smoothly and completely closed. Look at the pictures in your textbook for other examples.”
Steward went on to describe the rest of the female reproductive tract in detail, and then checked the time.
“Well, we took more time than I had planned, so we’ll have to postpone our session with Jerry on male sexual function till tomorrow.”
Then she assigned the homework topic.
“We’ll be having a quiz on male and female sexual anatomy in our Friday class, so be sure to review the text and the online video demos.”
After class, Drew spoke briefly with Connor.
“What a simply horrible experience for that poor girl!” she said. “I wish there was a way to stop the teachers from humiliating the kids like that.”
“I definitely agree. We could have learned the same stuff from a video clip.”
Drew parted with Connor then and went to the gym. She checked with the gym teacher and who told her that she should continue to work with the soccer team girls. Today they were studying the playbook and then it was stretching and doing laps on the track. At practice after school, there were passing and sprinting drills. Drew got to work with the team’s defense on ball handling, tackling, and other defensive plays.
On Wednesday, Jerry and Wendy had to endure a third day of the biology class demos by submitting to Steward’s demand to allow the entire class to manually explore their sex parts. Even though Wendy was still somewhat dazed by her drugs, Steward required her to submit to the handling of her body by members of the class, who were instructed to manipulate Wendy’s breasts and the genitalia of both subjects. Then Steward asked the class members to take turns to try to stimulate Wendy, but since she was taking her anti-anxiety medication, she was still unable to achieve any stimulation on assisted masturbation; in fact she was crying in pain as her vulva had became extremely irritated from all the hands in there. Even though Steward had suggested to class members that they try stimulating different parts of Wendy’s vulva to see if they could evoke any signs of physical arousal, they were unsuccessful. But during the ninth kid’s attempt, Drew couldn’t stand seeing Wendy’s misery and stepped in to stop it.
“That’s enough. Just stop now, okay?” Drew shouted as she went up to pull the boy away from Wendy. “Can’t you see that this is torturing her? Look at how much pain she’s in!”
“Young lady, you were told that students were not to interfere with class demonstrations. Now, are you volunteering to take her place?” Steward asked. “I could draft you into the Program, you know.”
“Absolutely no!” Drew exclaimed. “If you do that, and also if you continue this torture, I’ll bring in the cops and have you charged with sexual abuse. Wendy’s in real pain there. There are plenty of witnesses here too, right, class?” she turned to ask them.
There was a muted assent from class members; the warning not to interfere with class demos had them somewhat intimidated.
“I’m not volunteering and you’ve made your point, Mrs Steward. Wendy’s in no shape to show what you want, so please, just stop.”
“I don’t like being threatened, miss. There’s no time now to pursue this, but I’ll remember you when you’re in the Program. All right, class, let’s turn to sexual stimulation in a male—and I trust that there’ll be no interruptions.”
Jerry being brought to an erection in Biology
In Jerry’s case, with twenty-seven sets of eyes staring at him, and to his great embarrassment, he once again failed to achieve a hard erection on being forced to masturbate. So he was again compelled to allow a classmate to bring him to an orgasm, this time by oral sex.
“Miss Vigilante to the rescue again,” Connor joked with Drew after they left the classroom and had stopped to allow many of the kids to tell her how brave she had been.
“I couldn’t stand seeing that, Connor. That was just so awful.”
Wendy shuffled out of the classroom then, leaning heavily on Jerry, but stopped to hug Drew.
“Thanks so, so much...” she slurred.
“Goin’ to the nurse now,” Jerry said. “She’s all inflamed down there and says it hurts bad.”
Drew looked at Connor and whispered, “Oh shit.”
Drew’s and Connor’s Health and Psychology class on Wednesday was almost anticlimactic; their teacher didn’t say a single word about the Tuesday class nor did he mention anything about demonstrating how sexual arousal affects the kids. Instead he told the class that during the first part of the term, they would cover human development, sensation and perception, and learning and memory.
The events of the rest of the week followed the same pattern; the Program kids continued to experience what most of them considered to be unreasonable Requests, but, to Drew’s relief, nothing overtly violent occurred. Wendy was so grateful for Drew’s intervention that she became a fixture at Drew’s side whenever they were together. She told Drew that the nurse found that she had a severe vulval irritation, most likely caused by excessive rubbing plus something like a soap product on one of the boys’ hands. Wendy finished her Program week while still taking her meds; the sedative effect she had first experienced had only somewhat lessened by Friday so she still got so tired before the day’s end, that twice she almost fell asleep in class.
In her home room on Friday, the teacher had a message for Drew. It said that she’d be contacted by the office staff on Monday morning to finalize her schedule change with her counselor.
Drew never laid eyes on Gary, but Lydia told her that he was in a kind of vocational apprenticeship program for his senior year and would be spending a lot of time at the school’s shop. That was where he had been hanging out this week and he could wear protective clothes there. He only had two academic classes, Lydia told her, and he dashed in and out of them, returning to the sanctuary of his shop. Drew also learned that Rosemary hadn’t returned to school on Tuesday and had been absent for the rest of the week.
“Do you think she’s okay?” Drew had asked Lydia at their Friday practice. “The one time I saw her when she was being harassed, she seemed very fragile then.”
“She’s terribly introverted,” Lydia told her. “And she just about collapsed when she got called at that assembly. Maybe she couldn’t face coming to school, so she stayed home.”
Returning to her house after school on Friday, Drew was thinking of how she would spend her time during the weekend. Both her father and Candace would be home and she wanted to avoid them.
I’ll camp out at my hide-out, she decided. I’ll just need to restock some supplies there. That won’t work when it gets cold, though.
Several years ago, while exploring the “forest” adjoining the park next to the soccer pitch where she had played—it was actually just a wood lot, about fifty heavily wooded acres. She had wandered off one of the trails one day and had noticed a copse of dense bushes from which the sound of water gurgling could be heard. She had pushed through the bushes—ouch, thorns!—and found a tiny clearing next to a small spring. The water from the little pool here must flow into that nearby stream, she had realized then. This’ll make a sweet hidey-hole I can use to get away from Candy.
At her house, she packed up the supplies she wanted to take and set off for her little campsite.
On Monday morning, Drew arose very early and returned to her house, snuck in before anyone was awake, and got a shower and a change of clothes. Then she set off for school. She met Connor as they entered the building.
“The Program kids get called during home room today,” Connor remarked.
“Yeah, I heard about how that works,” Drew replied. “I’m gonna ask about getting an exemption. I saw something in the booklet about that and Lydia told me that one of her classmates got a psych exemption. She had been sexually abused and I was too. My father would never pay a shrink to see me, so I need to find out how to see one for free. I’d totally freak out if I’m ever chosen —especially after all the shit I saw last week. I simply couldn’t do it.”
“I hear ya, I’m not shy or modest myself but yeah, what we saw last week was nasty.”
“If they pick you and try forcing you...”
Connor interrupted, “Shit. I’d fight. Done it before; three bigger kids went after me when I was younger. I put one in the hospital—but I did get banged up a fair bit. I don’t fight dirty, I fight filthy.”
In home room, Drew asked the teacher when she could see the counselor.
“They’ll get you out of class sometime this morning, I was told,” she answered.
About five minutes after the start bell, the PA speaker came to life and the names of the week’s Program kids were announced. Everyone looked vastly relieved; none were in her home room. On the way to her first period history class with Connor, they saw again the rabid hordes of kids demanding Requests.
“You think that it would get toned down a bit after last week,” Connor muttered to her.
“Yeah, you’d think,” she replied.
Several minutes after the period bell rang, a messenger appeared and entered the room, handed a note to the teacher, and left. The teacher read the note and looked up.
“This says for Drew Harper to go to the office. Drew? You can go.”
She whispered to Connor, “Yeah, I was expecting that call to see the counselor. See you in Health.”
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