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Stirrings of Discontent, Part Seven (archives)

Monday, September 21, 2009

Judy walked back to her dorm, a well-satisfied smile on her face. Of course she was still naked: She officially had to remain that way until Thursday at 11, when her hearing would commence. A slight breeze softly blew across her nipples, making them rock-hard. She closed her eyes for just a moment, basking in the late afternoon sunlight playing across her body.

The encounter at the Grievance building went about as well as expected. She stood in line for about ten minutes before she felt another girl’s soft fingertips running down her back and touch the underside of her ass-cheeks. God, it was if the girl behind her knew exactly how to touch her! The girl mischievously goosed her, then ran up her fingers up her back again. The girl leaned in and whispered in her ear “Hi honey, I’m Sammi. What’s your name?”

“Um, Judy. Is that how you normally greet other girls?”
“Not all the time, just when I need to distract them. You’re in line ahead of me, and I need to make sure I get in today. Some girl named Pamela made me lose my place last Friday, and I’m not going to let that happen again.”
“Well, if that’s the way you want to play it. . .”

What commenced looked like a cross between a subtle tickle war and a wrestling match. A couple of other girls joined in as revenge against Sammi for losing their place, and by the time it all ended Judy managed to get inside with a few minutes to spare. She filled out the proper form (which included a cell phone number) and that was that. She considered giving them the wrong number, since her entire goal here was to stay naked as long as possible, but she decided against it. She was not going to give Amanda any ammunition, and that meant doing everything by the book.

She went to her last two classes in the way she always preferred, wearing nothing but sandals. As she expected, all of her classes were much smoother than her first one, in which she wore the dress. She could actually pay much better attention to her teachers without the distraction. And naturally the handsome hunk who started feeling her up–and ended up giving her the hard fuck she seriously needed–helped her attitude as well.

Along with her regular feeling of freedom that nudity brought her, she also felt as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Amanda could go screw herself, she thought angrily. She could still follow the rules and get what she wanted. As long she was on probation, so to speak, she could walk around in her birthday suit. If her hearing ruled in her favor (supposedly), she still had filed a grievance, and HAD to stay naked until IT was processed through the system. The Grievance Council could call her anytime day or night, and she had five seconds to take a picture of herself from her phone and send it back to them to prove she was in compliance. All she had to do was ignore the call, and her grievance was cancelled. From that point she just had to start all over again: Find an inspector while wearing inspection-worthy attire, get into a fight with him, get cited, and file another grievance. Everything was by the book, and no one, not even the dean, could give her any problems over it.

She was just about to take the first step on the stairway leading up to her dorm when she noticed a very unwelcome sight. Amanda was standing by her front door, giving her that grin again. The one that expressed a desire to strip Judy right there and see how many orgasms the two could give each other, right there on the grass. She walked up to her arch-nemesis and asked “What are you doing here, Amanda? You don’t live here, do you?”

“Oh no, sweetums. I just came to see you, to see if you’d reconsidered joining our club.”
“No, I haven’t. And you’re not going to make me. Now get out of my way.” Just as she was preparing herself to shove the other girl out of her path, her cell-phone rang inside her book bag. Glaring at her tormenter, she pulled out her phone and answered without even glancing at the caller-id. “Hello, this is Judy.”

“Yes, Judy Morgenstern?”

“Speaking. Who is this?”

“This is Rob from the Dean’s office. I have some great news.”
“What’s that?”

“Apparently you were inspected today? And were cited for lack of cooperation?”

“Yes, my dress was confiscated. I was told I have to remain nude until Thursday at 11.”
“Well, that’s what I’m calling about. Your inspector, Steven, has had a change of heart. He rescinded the citation, so you don’t have to worry about it.”


“Yes ma’am. You can come and pick up your dress anytime you’d like. And of course, your grievance was automatically cancelled as well. If there’s no citation, there’s no grievance to base it upon.”

“So, I don’t have to be naked now.” It was more a statement than a question.
“Nope, just be sure to keep following the Code of Conduct, and unfortunate incidents like today don’t have to happen again. Unless, of course, you just happen to LIKE walking around with no clothes on! Ha ha!” His laughter actually sounded sincere.

“Yeah, ha ha, of course not.”

“Well, you have a nice day, Miss Morgenstern.”


“So what was that all about, Sweetie?” The sparkle in her eyes told Judy everything she needed to know.

“As if you didn’t know. What did you do to get my citation dismissed?”

“Well, I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about. But if, by chance, hypothetically speaking, I did, that would suck, wouldn’t it? I mean, what if I had, say, a boyfriend who works in the Deans office, who’s actually in charge of the inspectors? And what if, just supposing now, I was able to. . . persuade him to get your charges dropped, well, that would cause some problems for you, now wouldn’t it?”

“You wouldn’t!”

“Ah, ah sweetie, this is all hypothetical. You can’t prove anything. But if, just for giggles, someone was able to give you complete immunity from the inspectors, that would be a real monkey wrench in your plans, right?”

“But you can’t do that!”

“Ok, this is completely off the record. Let’s drop the pretence for just a moment. Yes, Judy, I could and I did. My boyfriend has made it clear to every inspector on campus that you are NOT to be inspected. If you start walking around naked, then someone WILL anonymously bring it to the dean’s attention, and you’ll have to answer to him about not following the Code. You see, despite what some people might think, you DON’T have the right to just walk around naked. You can only do it if you’re scheduled for a hearing, or have a grievance, or have some other legitimate reason. And saying “I just don’t like wearing clothes” is not enough. Sure, there are girls who, on a lark, go naked when they aren’t officially required to, like on a bet they lost. But they can’t just decide to stop wearing clothes permanently!”

“Why are you doing this?! Why can’t you just let me be?”

“I’ve been over with this you before, sweetie. I want to CHANGE all this! I want to start a revolution, where girls get to go naked for any reason or no reason. Maybe we can compromise, maybe get Absolutes registered so they have to live the lifestyle all the time, while the other girls go through the motions of inspections. I don’t care, but I’m tired of feeling smothered all the time! All you have to do is give up the right to do what you don’t want to do anyway! I saw the look of ecstasy on your face a second ago, right before you saw me. Was it a breeze across your tits? Well, was it?”

She murmured a “Yes” and meekly nodded her head.

“You wore that dress for just about an hour today. How did it make you feel?”

“Like someone had covered me in sackcloth. I was all itchy, and I had trouble catching my breath.”

“Look, again, I don’t really want to get you into trouble. Let’s take a break from all this. You won’t have Chemistry with me until Wednesday. Think it over a couple of days, then text me about your decision.”

She thought through all her options, then quietly replied with a soft “Ok.” Amanda gave her a hug, and despite her mixed feelings towards her blackmailer, she returned the hug. And when Amanda’s unfettered breasts (of course, no bra under the dress) brushed against hers, she quickly drew in a breath, signaling arousal. The girl who stirred up both feelings of anger and lust skipped down the steps, leaving Judy alone with her chaotic thoughts.
Posted By Keith At 6:28 PM • Comments (4)
I promise, I’ll wrap this up pretty soon. At the very least, you won’t have to wait five months for the final chapters 😉
Comment By Keith At 9/21/2009 6:34 PM
One would think that Amanda could get into big trouble by having the system corrupted like that.

If found out, what would her punishment be?
Comment By Rijl At 9/22/2009 9:24 AM
Loving the twists to the tale. Thanks!
Comment By base At 9/22/2009 10:24 AM
Ooooohhh!!!! I sure don’t want Amanda to win, but it’s what Judy wants too. Dangit!
Comment By Blatant Coward At 9/22/2009 7:40 PM

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