Karen Naked in School (Part 2) - Sexgeschichten

Karen Naked in School (Part 2)

... put my socks and shoes back on, and went back inside the school.

In English class, we had to write a poem for the first half of class. I wrote a little story poem about a girl who lost a bet and had to be a sex slave on weekends, and went from hating it the first weekend to to loving it by the end.

"Is everyone done writing their poem?" the teacher asked.

A few people shook their heads.

"How many people wrote something so embarrassing about sex that they don't want anyone to see it?" the teacher asked.

My hand went up, along with about half the class. Then several other hands went up; most of the class.

She smiled. "That's usually how it works with teenagers," she said. "The only thing on your minds is sex with other teenagers, but you don't want to talk about it with them."

The class laughed.

"Did any of you write your names on your poems? If you did, scribble them out or tear that part of the page off, please," she went on, then walked around collecting the papers from the students. Then she went back around the room, passing out the poems at random!

"Each of you will be reading aloud one of the poems written by another student," she told us cheerfully. "Karen, you can go first."

Each person had to stand in front of the class and read off someone's poem. Everyone else in the class looked around at the others, trying to figure out who wrote which poem.

I had to read one from a guy. Most of us got poems written by the opposite gender.

I ...

... stood in front of the class, and started reading the poem, which started out with noble-sounding love remarks.

Her lips are sweet,

she's beautiful

Her body soft but firm

Then suddenly got less comfortable for me:

She walks all naked everywhere

Her ass and nipples boldly bare

Her sexuality, she dares to flaunt

before those foul and fair

I stopped, blushing as I looked around at the class.

"Go on, Karen," the teacher told me firmly.

I swallowed and nodded.

Karen Wagner, blond and sweet

gives the guy's gym class a treat

naked from her head to feet

she showers till they are all clean.

She's timid but she's still aroused

with nipples firmly pushing out

With her sweet smile and open brows

I wish I had her in my house!

The class clapped and whistled, and I rushed back to my seat.

I sat and listened to the rest of the poems. Almost all of the ones written by guys were about me.

Finally, the class was over with, and I escaped into the hallway. I had just one more class to get through. It wasn't too bad; it was government class.

I went into the classroom early. Mr. Hansen smiled broadly as I came in and took my seat. There were still a few minutes until the start of the next period.

"You're looking nice today," he told me.

"T-thanks," I said, then forced a smile at him.

"I hope you don't mind if I stare a little," he said apologetically. "Teaching school doesn't prepare you for... for female students attending ...