Weekend at Home, Part 3

Steph here.  Please read the first part of my story before going on.  Otherwise you might get confused!  It is here: http://collegecodeofconduct.com/weekend-at-home-part-1

It was Friday. I had already spent two days naked at home, and so far it was to mixed results. Too be honest, though, I was more excited than worried or anxious about what was going to come.

I got up early this morning, ready to make a big full breakfast now that the house had a healthy supply of groceries. I had just laid out the morning spread which included pancakes, eggs, french toast, and orange juice when my Dad and my little brother Tim came in the kitchen.

“Good morning boys. Can I serve you?” I started to dish up a couple of plates. “You made breakfast Steph? That’s so sweet.” My Dad gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I set down the two plates and started to serve myself, and my Dad looked at Tim and sort of coughed.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Thanks Steph.” My brother managed to get this in between mouthfuls. I gave him a kiss on the forehead, and he turned away from me. Odd how he can act completely nonchalant at me being completely naked, but a little kiss on the forehead can completely embarrass him. Or maybe it was just because I did it while naked. I’m not sure.

“Oh, Steph. I forgot to tell you. I normally go and help Tim’s wrestling coach set up before their matches, and they have one tonight, but I have to work. I told his coach that you’d go help him.”

Really? He expected me to go to a high school sports event like this? “Um, Dad? In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m naked.”

“Yes, you’re naked because of a violation at school. I would have asked you to help if you were clothed, so why should the school be punished because of your bad decision?”

There was no arguing with my Dad. So I simply said “yes Daddy” and continued to eat.

“I work in the opposite direction, so you’ll have to hitch a ride with Tim on the bus.”

I wasn’t very happy about that, and Tim didn’t look to pleased about the idea either. After Dad left to work, and we started to walk to the bus stop, Tim told me to “just pretend you don’t know me.”

Fine by me. There were already a half dozen kids waiting at the bus stop. Fortunately, the bus came right after we got there, so they only ogled me for a minute or two. But then we got on the bus, and it was filled to the brim. Every seat was filled, and some students were even standing in the back. I looked for somewhere to sit, and several boys offered their laps. I chose to stay standing.

I was grateful that it was only a short way to the school, because every bump or turn in the road seemed to be an invitation for one of the boys in the seats to “accidentally” grope me. We got to the school and I got off the bus, and into a sea of teenagers. A crowd is normally loud, rambunctious, and disorganized, but it seemed like everywhere I went, everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at me. In this eerie silence I made my way to the wrestling room and found the coach’s office.

The coach looked to be in his late thirties. He wasn’t very tall, but he had a taut physique. It made sense; he was a wrestling coach after all. He looked up at me.

“Steph, I presume? I’m coach Roberts.” He got up to shake my hand. “Don’t worry, your Dad explained about your, er, lack of attire. I don’t think it will be a problem.

“I think I remember you, actually. You played soccer while you were here, yes? For coach Jenkins? You must still be playing in college, yes?”

“Uh, no. Why do you ask?” I could see his eyes sizing me up, running up and down my body.

“Well, you’ve certainly found some way to keep in shape. You certainly are an attractive young woman.” I blushed at this, and managed to stammer out a thank you.

“Yes, well, anyways, the first thing that I need you to do is take these wrestling mats and lay them out in the gym. My assistant, coach Phillips, will give you further instructions about where and how. Come back to my office when you’re done.”

I went outside and a big behemoth of a man greeted me with a firm handshake. For the next hour or so, he and I dragged mats from the room to a large gymnasium about 50 yards away. We dragged them into position, and after all the heavy lifting was done (which he did most of, but I still got quite the workout) he began to tape them down. He told me I was finished and to go back and see coach Roberts.

I walked into his office and he shut the door and closed the blinds. I looked down at myself, and was suddenly embarrassed. It must’ve been quite the workout; I was now glistening with sweat.

“Steph, there’s something else I need to tell you. I think its best if you lie on my desk, on your back, while I do.” I wasn’t sure what he wanted to tell me, but I did as he asked. “Yes, that’s good. Legs apart please. You see, Steph, I wanted to make sure I did as your Dad asked, so I pulled Tim in and asked him just what your school’s expectations were.” I was pretty sure I knew where he was going with this, as he stared at my pussy. He then guided his hand gently along my outer lips. Oh, that felt so good! He certainly knew what he was doing.

“Just as I thought. You’re all wet! Well, you know your school rules as well as I do.” As he dropped his pants, I tried to explain “But its just the swea—-” but he was already pushing his penis into me. So I relaxed and let him in. He grabbed my breasts as he mounted me, probably for support, and massaged them gently as he rhythmically came in and out of me. He certainly was bigger than I was used to. This certainly was a good way to cool down after my workout moving those mats! I felt one final thrust, and then the warm liquid flowing inside of me. He put his pants back on.

“Yes, well, I have more things for you to do, but you’re all sweaty. Normally you’d have to go back home for a change of clothes, but since that isn’t a problem, you can just shower off in the girls’ locker room down the hall. You don’t even need a towel, you can just air dry.

So I headed down to the locker room. I was looking forward to a nice relaxing shower by myself, but unfortunately I got there just as a gym class let out, so the locker room flooded with girls. Even here in the showers, with all of us naked, it seems they kept staring at me. It wasn’t hard to figure out why. They were all pretty small chested. I couldn’t help but stick my chest out as I showered, letting them all be envious.

I walked back, still wet, through a now crowded hallway, since class had just let out, back to coach Roberts’ office. For the rest of the day, he had me running about the school, taking notes to teachers, picking up items from other teachers, etc. The routine would pretty much go the same: I’d walk into the classroom, all the students would immediately stare at me. The teacher would try his best to act normally, but would end up just stammering and stuttering as I handed them the note (or asked for the note/item from them) I’d go back to coach Roberts, repeat.

Finally class let out and we went to the gym to prep for the match tonight. Coach said he’d have me mostly just sitting by his side as he coached, filling out stat papers. I’d have to keep track of how many takedowns, reversals, escapes, etc. That each wrestler had. We went over how to know when each thing happened. Sometimes his explanations weren’t enough and he’d have to take me on the mat and demonstrate on me. That man sure knew his way around a body.

Slowly, the stands started filling in. I recognized a lot of people I knew, but there were also a lot that I didn’t. This school wasn’t too far away, so I guessed that a lot of the spectators could be supporting the other team.

The match went pretty much without incident. Every once in a while I’d have to nudge coach Roberts and ask for clarification on something or other, but mostly I was able to sit by, out of line of sight, and go mostly unnoticed. But then there was some blood spilled on the mat, and I was designated to go clean it up. The match stopped, and I threw on my gloves and went out there. It was a pretty stubborn spill, and I had to wipe it pretty thoroughly to clean it. I even had to get on my hands and knees. I saw all these flashes go off, and realized that in my bent over position here, I was displaying my pussy to the whole crowd. Embarrassed, I finished cleaning it quickly and went back to sit down.

The match finally ended and the spectators came down to congratulate the wrestlers. A huge number of them wanted to congratulate me, too, for some reason. I just tried to accept their handshakes as kindly as I could, but some wanted to grab my tits or my butt to congratulate as well, which seemed a little unusual, but I didn’t say anything about it.

My Dad came to pick Tim and I up. As we rode in the car home, Tim said “oh yeah, Steph, I forgot to tell you. Nick and Bridget are coming over again to hang out, and they wanted you to hang out with us again. Nick says he had a great time.”

2 thoughts on “Weekend at Home, Part 3

  1. base

    I usually wait for a story to end before commenting, but it is a nice twist. Especially like how everyone just accepts Steph is naked – no big deal – just go about usual daily life… if only a quick wetness check.

    1. Slick P. Wraith

      Hi Base, I don’t know if you’ve seen it but I think you have a comment waiting for your approval on Inspector Test #7


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