A Show to Remember

Her: Omfg here? In front of everyone? You’re such a jerk.

I read it only one more time; not because I fully processed it, but because in my third read I’m distracted by the only person now stepping onto her cafeteria table.

Teresa Martinez, quasi-neighbor and model-like young woman of dubious purity, stands tall above everyone as nearly all eyes turn to regard her… and the shirt she is unbuttoning in front of them.

It will not surprise you that I have never seen a boob in real life: the closest I've come is accidentally walking in on a friend's sister when I was twelve, wherein she had covered herself and turned away while screaming at me for opening the wrong door. I was very strictly escorted around said friend's house after that, but surely thereafter there were none but the orbs presented on two-dimensional screens. Here now, peeled for me and many of the senior boys in the cafeteria today, was our first set of in-the-flesh, barely-legal tits on display... and only Teri herself was not reacting with shock and awe. No, Teri just rolls the shirt up neatly and puts it at her feet as she offers no striptease, no flair, and no apparent care for the fact that her light brown nipples, erect and bare, are now capturing every gaze in the room.

Especially those of the present nuns who came rushing at the girl.

“MS. MARTINEZ, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” Sister Foster screamed while Sister Nunez did a cross.

The skirt pooled at Teri’s feet as she looked over at them, confused. The whoops and cheers of surprise from the audience, too, told me that the public was not rendered unaware at all. But if they are permitted to know this is out of place, then-

“But Donald asked me to do the inspection here, Sister Foster, and on the table too.”

Oh... fuck. My stunned silence turns to socially anxious horror as some of the locked eyes turn onto me… including the near-belligerent nuns. I have no words as I’m identified as the instigator of this public nudity, and my body and breath all lock as I am driven nearly to tears in terrified anticipation.

Sister Foster’s heated gaze turned onto me. “MR. JIMENEZ!” Her face is red and glistening, round and furious like the sun as she comes bearing down upon me. I brace for the impact of her fury as she yells, “Carry on, but Mr. Jimenez please do consider doing these inspections in private, PLEASE? Temptation comes to young men all too readily, even during the most inane or normal of activities.”

I stare back at her, too stunned to reply for a couple of beats before I nod dumbly. Most have returned their gaze to the stripping teen as her panties come down and prove she’s only blonde upstairs. The curly locks of poorly kept pubes are now visible to all as she puts her hands on her waist and looks to me expectantly. The others are content to watch this display until one nun or another begins to grill them for their wanton lust, totally unprompted by this perfectly normal examination.

“Well?” she calls from afar. I just look at her, jaw still hanging uselessly as I gape. “Is this enough for the exam?”

I almost nod... but no, now that I'm realizing that I will not be crucified by angry nuns, I guess I can... proceed with my plan. What was my plan again? I need to buy time. “Just spin around a bit, and uh... then bend over?”

She doesn't offer any question or even acknowledgement other than rolling her eyes and beginning to slowly step-spin in place, letting us all appreciate every angle of her.

Holy... okay, Donald, get it together. The... the app works. It really works, even for this insane behavior... and... and that means... the hotkey works too. I flip to her hotkeys... I almost hesitate and choose not to... but as she bends over and lets me gaze into the black hair-obscured slit of her sex, I tap it while my mouth gapes once more.

Her reaction is... both exactly as expected and more than I could have ever dreamed. “I... hope this doesn't interfere with... ah... the exam... mmmf...”

Her fingers pass through the valley of her sex, teasing the sides of her pussy and parting the labia slightly with her minstrations as she works her way to stimulating her clit directly. Her left hand gropes at her nipples as she awkwardly masturbates and bends over at the same time, driving herself into a worked up, horny state while everyone watches in horny admiration. The nuns can only lecture a couple of boys at a time; the rest continue to awkwardly sit and squeeze their legs together as they hide their plain, virgin interest in the carnal display shared so frivolously with them all.

The rest of lunch is pretty much defined by this experience, with all of us marveling at female sexuality marched before us from behind what was once a near-impenetrable veil, and it turns out Teri is pretty good at getting herself off when she literally cannot consider it strange to be **** to masturbate in front of almost a hundred classmates. Her friends patiently wait while her fluids drip down her thighs and audibly onto the table, earning a promise from her to Sister Nunez that she'd clean that up once she's done.

I watched, forgetting the app, and nearly forgetting to keep my erection in my pants, as I felt pre-cum cool in a growing patch of boxers stuck to the head of my eager hard-on. I didn't even consider mixing in other features, or increasing her sensitivity with the mods button or... anything, really. It was... beautiful, and I would cherish that memory for years.

Even if it does get eclipsed by the debauchery to follow.

When at last the show was done, we were all ushered to our next classes... even Teri, though she visited the bathroom to go and freshen up following her performance. I was nearly in my English class when a firm hand again found my shoulder.

“Hey, Jimenez!” Julius Tiberius Brambilla is his full name, and its full weight is felt in the grip that I thought I escaped. I stop dead in my tracks as he roughly spins me without knocking me over... and nearly pins me to the hallway wall with his sheer, giant presence. Fuck... it's time to pay a price, then.

“Y-Yeah?”

“Is it true? Are you the reason Teri got up there and showed everybody her goods?”

I didn't think anyone called them "goods" anymore but here we are. “I... uh... I conducted a-an examination... of-”

“Yeah! So it was you!” he almost barks, his face unreadably serious.

Is he just going to kill me outright, or pummel me here for a bit of detention? The coach always made sure his football stars didn't stay suspended for long. “Y... Yeah, look, I'm so-”

“Can I watch next time?” A long pause finds my mouth until he clarifies, “I know the Sister said you needed to do this privately, but like... can I like... assist? I'll be quiet, I swear, you won't even know I'm there!”

Another pause nearly finds me, but I can see an impatient tick in the brute's eyebrow. “I mean that's...” As happy as I am to get out of this with harmless appeasement... Teresa was going to be mine, and that instinct wrestles with my cowardice to produce a compromise. “... that's up to T... Ms. Martinez, since they're her examinations.” I offer as honest a smile as I can manage. “I'll see if I can convince her though, just for you.”

Julius grins wide at my apparent surrender. “Hell yeah, Jiminez! You know I thought you were basically a little shit, but you're alright!”

I have no words for that "compliment."

“Listen, you do this, and I've got your back, alright?” He pokes me playfully on my chest--ouch--to emphasize.

“Y-Yeah, thanks, uh...”

“Julius, just call me Jules! All my friends do... buddy,” he declares with a nudge, earning surprised glances before he departs and rejoins his actual friends as they discuss Teresa's assets.

When at last I'm permitted to sit down for Chemistry, I thank the Lord above for putting me at a lab table with Anna Goldberg whose out sick. There, isolated with my phone, I can finally clutch the device in hands that are still trembling from all that had transpired in the past few minutes and see how well or how poorly that display did for my gem count.

GEMS: 114

It was a spectacular success… although now I can’t be sure how easy it’ll be to do now that the nuns have warned me against the same in the future. Everything from game theory to my overwhelming need to jerk off pulls at my mind, so I try and refocus it on the girl who made this possible.

Teri shares everything but my electives, meaning she'd be here soon too... and that would be important if I chose to unlock the ability to grow her breasts in time to show off at the next display, wherever and however I can relocate it.

That the thought comes so natural to my mind startles me; I think again about what just happened in that cafeteria, about how absolutely insane it all is and was... but the muted reaction from everyone else almost made it normal for me, too. But that's just it, isn't it? This is normal, at least until I decide it'll be more fun for it not to be. Sure, the Sister might get mad, but would I be punished, really? So maybe I will keep with Teri…