The day winds toward its close.

Nat hurries to her next class, the distance from Sexual Life to Spanish almost making her miss the bell. She slides into her seat just as it rings, and blinks in surprise: it's another woman teacher, this one unusually young. The short, tan-skinned woman smiles nervously at the room as the students take their seats. Her long, lustrous black hair is pulled back into a big clip, and her red blouse and long, dark skirt frame her hourglass curves flatteringly. "Hola, clase. Me llamo Señorita Valenza; bienvenidos a español!"

"Hola, Señorita Valenza," the class murmurs back disjointedly.

"Este año, aprenderemos muchas de las frases, palabras, y conceptos que necesitarás si ustedes visitan una pais hispanohablante en el futuro," Señorita Valenza continues. "Cosas como viajes internacional, para trabajo o para divertirlos. Y tambien..."

She continues talking, {if Intellect > 80}and Nat nods along as she listens. Señorita Valenza is moving fast, but Nat's always been pretty good at Spanish - this seems like it's going to be a good course. She only loses the thread when she hears two boys in the row next to her whispering to one another.{elseif Intellect > 60}and Nat bites her lip, trying to follow along as best she can. She's never been great at Spanish, and Señorita Valenza is moving fast - Nat's only getting every other handful of words. She loses the thread totally when she hears two boys in the row next to her whispering back and forth.{else}and Nat glazes over. She's never been good at Spanish - it's just a language requirement she has to check off to complete her schooling. At least this is the last year she has to try... In the row next to her, she can hear two boys whispering to one another.{endif}

"I'm telling you, dude. Keep an eye on the blouse when she turns - she's got that high neckline but you can see it peeking out!"

"That doesn't make any sense, why would she try to hide it?"

"I dunno, man. Maybe she's a prude or something. Look, there!"

Nat follows their gaze to Señorita Valenza and is surprised to spot what they must have noticed: just above the high collar of her red blouse, a thin stripe of green is visible around her neck. She's a greenband...but why is she covering it up almost all the way? {if Sluttery < 20}I wonder if she's like me...trying to avoid being fucked...{elseif Sluttery <40}Maybe she's just kind of shy, like they said...doesn't want to be constantly fending off requests to fuck...{elseif Sluttery <60}Maybe she's not big on sex with strangers...still, weird to hide her status like that. Kinda anti-feminist too, right? All of us have to do our part...{else}She must know it's her duty to take cock like the rest of us. And why wouldn't you want to?{endif}

"Holy shit, you're right, dude," one of the guys breathes to the other. "Good to know...I wouldn't mind having that spicy little morsel on my cock."

"...y pienso es todo," Señorita Valenza concludes. "Hay preguntas?" One of the boys who'd been whispering raises his hand. "Sí, Brendan?"

"Hey, yeah. I had a question - "

"En español, Brendan! Por favor."

"Oh, uh..." He scratches his face, thinking. "Tengo una pregunta...uh...pero no es para mi...para las chicas..."

Señorita Valenza frowns. "Sí?"

"Sí, uh...como habla..."

"Como se dice."

"Yeah, yeah, como se dice, 'I'm a little slut who loves sucking cock?'"

The teacher flushes slightly as the class giggles. "Esto...esto es la tua pregunta?"

"Sí," Brendan says with a grin.

Señorita Valenza swallows, and for a moment Nat doesn't think she'll answer him. But then the teacher takes a deep breath and says quietly, "Dice...'Soy una zorrita a la que le encanta chupar la polla.'"

There are more giggles as Brendan nods, grinning. "Gracias, gracias. Y como se dice, 'I love a hard dick up my ass?'"

The teacher blushes harder as more of the students (including some of the girls) chortle, but soldiers on: "Dice...'Me encanta una polla dura en mi culito.'"

"Bueno, gracias." Brendan makes a show of writing that down. "Uno más...como se dice, 'Bend me over my desk and fuck me, big boy?'"

Valenza is beet-red, eyes downcast, as she responds quietly, "Ponme sobre mi escritorio y fóllame, grandulón."

"Well, don't mind if I do." Brendan makes to get up showily, and laughs as Señorita Valenza flinches back. "Relax, Señorita! I'm just messing with you..." He sits down again, grinning, as the young teacher blushes and stammers, trying to regain control of the classroom. Nat {if Sluttery < 20}shudders. They don't even respect her, and she's a teacher...{elseif Sluttery < 40}sighs. Looks like every class is in fact going to be this way...{else}chuckles. That's what you get for trying to hide it, Valenza. Wonder if I'll get to see any of them fuck her before the year is out...{endif}

"But hey," Brendan continues as the class quiets, "you are gonna teach the chicas to beg, aren't you?"

"Sí," the teacher says miserably, eyes still on the ground. "Es mandatorio."

The rest of Spanish class passes without incident, and Nat sighs in relief as she packs up her books and heads out into the hallway. Just gotta get through gym, and it's the end of the day... She makes her way through the halls, {if Slut Clothes = True}enduring only a few pinches and smacks on her ass, as people seem to be tired now,{else}nodding at some people she's starting to recognize from her classes,{endif} and arrives at the gym. It's a huge, spacious arena big enough to be used as two basketball courts. Two tables are set out near the door."Boys to that table, girls to that one!" a muscular, thickset man in his 50s is hollering. This must be Coach Trave. "Find your size and grab a uniform and a lock - those are yours for the rest of the year. Let's go, let's go!"

Nat smiles as she sees Denise and Claire among the crowd of girls picking out uniform pieces. "Hey!" she says to them as she ambles up. "How's your day going?"

"It's been good but...a little overwhelming," Claire says with a nervous laugh. Denise nods, eyes downcast as she sorts through the sports bras.

"You can say that again," Nat says. {if Sluttery>40}"I've kinda liked it, though..." {endif}She takes a lock for her locker and glances around. "Which door do we...?"

"I dunno," Claire says. "I'll ask...Coach? Which is the boys' and which is the girls'?"

"You're in Bridge Year now, gang, we're not doing that kiddie stuff anymore," Trave says brusquely. "That changing room over there is for people who're actually on an athletic team. You're all in that one - girls in the green section, boys in the black!"

"Oh." Claire blushes slightly as all the students start to head toward the door Trave pointed out. "Boy, I hope they're...uh...separate."

Nat nods{if Sluttery < 40}nervously{else}ambivalently{endif} as she follows Claire and Denise. They make their way into the changing room and discover that the first section is the showers. To {if Sluttery < 40}their{else}Claire's visible{endif} relief, arrows at the shower entrance point the girls to one side and the boys the other. Nat, Claire, and Denise head into the green-painted locker section and find unclaimed lockers.

There's an odd tension among the girls as they change for class; some chatter and laugh occasionally, getting to know one another, and there's the usual amount of surreptitiously admiring one another's bodies, but the energy is a bit subdued. Nat is keenly aware - and she's sure every other girl is, too - that they're separated from the boys in the class only by an open corridor and the width of the showers. They can hear the boys laughing and chattering raucously as they get changed, and the way that they could wander over at any moment puts the girls on edge. {if Sluttery > 40}Nat licks her lips, finding that she almost wishes they would.{endif}

None of them do, though, and Nat puts her clothes on the shelf in her locker, above the hanging towel that's clearly meant for after her shower. {if Intellect > 75}Wait a minute... She frowns, then her eyes widen. There's only one shower in this changing room. But that can't mean...surely we don't have to... She swallows. Well, guess I'll find out.{endif} Shutting the locker, she puts the lock on it, slips the piece of paper with the code into her pocket, and follows the other girls as they troop out to the gym for class.

The class mingles around Coach Trave as he counts heads, making sure everyone's out. Nat{if Sluttery < 30} can't help feeling the uniform situation is slightly unfair:{else} enjoys the uniform differences:{endif} while the boys are in reasonably tight t-shirts and gym shorts with the school's mascot on them, the girls' uniform is set of similarly branded sports bra and booty shorts, leaving little to the imagination. Some of the girls seem perfectly comfortable with this, chatting and gossiping idly with each other or with the boys, but Claire tugs the top of her sports bra higher in a futile effort to cover her generous, pale cleavage, looking miserable.

"All right, you lot!" Coach Trave exclaims gruffly as he finishes his count. "You all know how this goes. Phys Ed - health's important, exercise is important, et cetera, et cetera. There's a lot of good reasons to exercise well: live longer, feel better, fuck better. But today we've got limited time and a national requirement to fill, so we're just going to get a baseline. Everyone take one of these charts and fill it out for yourself - periodically over the year we'll redo this so you know how much more fit you're getting."

For the next twenty-five minutes, Trave puts the class through a mildly grueling but mostly boring set of exercises: push-ups, sit-ups, a jog around the gym, all of which require them to record the amount they manage to do before having to tap out on the chart. Nat's not sure at first why after the jog he has the girls sit down for a breather while the boys do the next exercises, but then it's the girls' turn and as she and the other girls do jumping jacks and then squats, she realizes that the boys are getting a kick out of watching them. {if Sluttery > 60}She smiles and winks at one of the boys who's watching her ass as she finishes another squat.{else}She blushes slightly and keeps her eyes away from the boys as she feels her breasts bounce up and down, barely restrained by her sports bra, during the jumping jacks.{endif}

"All right, that concludes the fitness test! Bring your charts back to me," Trave calls. "Go on and hit the showers - the bell will ring in not too long, and then you're done for the day!"

"Um, Coach," {if Intellect > 75}Nat asks{else}a girl asks nervously{endif}, "I noticed there's only one set of showers. Do we take turns, or..."

"Pfft. You're adults now! Just be grown-ups about it. There's no time for that." Trave shakes his head with a disgusted snort. "Go on, stop wasting time! Let's move!" He follows the class to his office, near the entrance to the changing rooms, and slips inside as they head deeper into the rooms to change.

Nat strips off her sweat-soaked clothes, heart hammering in her ribs with {if Sluttery > 60}anticipation{else}nerves{endif}. It...it will be ok, right? Everyone wants to get showered and get out of here...we'll just...just do that and go home. {if Sluttery>60}Or maybe I'll get to have some fun... {endif}She takes a deep breath, picking up her towel and making her way slowly toward the showers, goose flesh pebbling her skin, keenly aware of her nudity. It's no big deal...adults hang out naked all the time...this is just a part of life! She hangs her towel at the entrance to the showers and looks inside, swallowing.

Almost all the showers in the two rows along the facing walls are on, and there's a ceiling unit that runs down the center of the space as well, creating three rows of shower heads. The room is already fairly full, and Nat {if Sluttery > 40}bites her lip{else}blushes furiously{endif} at the sight of so many young, naked bodies. The girls are enticing enough - but she's never seen so many totally nude guys in one space before. Never seen so many {if Sluttery > 60}delicious-looking {endif}cocks at a time. Big, small, thick, thin...the sight, the potential, is almost overwhelming.

Nat takes a deep breath. I have to go in... She glances around the room desperately, not sure which way to go. The center of the room is definitely more chaotic - people there are laughing and splashing each other with water, and as she watches a boy smacks the ass of a greenbanded girl in passing, getting her to grin and shake her ass at him. A little past that she can see a girl getting fucked standing, the boy holding one leg up to give himself access to her cunt. They're making out furiously as people around them laugh and watch...Nat doesn't have a great line of sight, but she thinks the girl has a red choker on, so maybe that's ok...

The periphery of the showers is less busy, boys washing themselves sedately, clusters of girls who seem to have banded together hoping for strength in numbers, and in one case a redbanded girl kneeling in front of (presumably) her boyfriend and tenderly washing his cock. Perhaps that area's less exposed...but then, in the chaos Nat has lost track of Claire and Denise, so she would just be showering by herself there...