John and Mary Naked in School

Chapter 2. We start our protest

Assembly was almost over when we gained the stairs to the roof parapet. There we sat in silence by the part open skylight above the girl's loo until we heard excited noises from below. Assembly must have been dismissed. We kept away from the glass so we wouldn't be seen but when some girls went to the washbasins we could hear them discussing what had gone on. The general opinion was that they were glad it wasn't they who were in the programme and what they would do if they were. Much of it was boastful thinking. The conversation turned to my cock. "John's got a nice big one," a young girl commented, "I wouldn't mind being screwed with that."

"You're a slut Steph. But yeah, it was bigger than I expected. I'm certainly going to cop of feel of it when I can. He'll have to let us." More giggles. "Perhaps I can give him some relief. More giggles.

"Come on girls, hurry to your lesson now." Miss Hakonby's voice came through the skylight. The girls left, still laughing and chattering. For while all was quiet.

"Are they in there?" we heard the head ask.

"No," Miss Hakonby replied, "I thought they'd gone to your office."

"What are we going to do Mary? Are we going to give in or are we going to fight it? They'll come for us shortly but let's sit here as long as we can."

"We fight it," Mary spoke vehemently, "We have to for the sake of the others. Maybe other schools will get to hear about us and if they all put up the same resistance it will cause so much disruption they'll have to abandon it. If they'd taken two from each year this time, there could have been twelve of us screaming and fighting and there would have complete chaos." We sat quiet for a minute or two and then Mary went on, "Perhaps if we sit close to the edge they'll think we mean to jump." I kissed her again, this time for longer.

Ten minutes later we tensed when we heard the roof door open. "Mary, John?" It was Miss Breen our maths teacher. We both liked her. She was a gentle motherly woman and a very good teacher. She called again but neither of us answered but we moved and sat on the stone coping with our legs over the edge. The concrete felt very rough on my bottom and I knew Mary must have felt it too. I hugged her tightly. "Mary and John, don't even think about that. You have your whole lives ahead of you. I know it is pretty disgusting what they are making you do, but please don't even think of jumping. I'll help you all I can, you know that." I turned and saw tears running down her face. Mary gripped my hand tighter.

"Get back down you young blighters." It was the dreaded P.E. master. "We've had enough of your stupid nonsense. Time you two started to do as you are told and not get away with it all the time. Get off that wall and get back here and take what's coming to you."

"You get back down yourself Mr. Jones. If you try and force them we could have a real nasty time explaining their deaths or injuries." Miss Breen spoke more sharply to him than I'd ever heard her. "Go on, get back down and see after your class. You are more than useless in this situation. Tell the others to keep out of the way too." Muttering, he reluctantly left.

"I don't like this whole thing either but I know I can't stop it. I won't attempt to touch you or hurt you. I'll stay here by the door out of your way. They sent me because I have a free period now and you're in my class after break and they know I get on well with you, or at least I think I do. The head wishes to talk to you in his office about all this. He's not keen on the idea either but that Mr. Baker from the authority is determined to make it go ahead. Please come away from the edge. I'll do what I can to minimise the effects on you."

"We can't stay here for ever," I whispered in Mary's ear, "And I don't really want to jump." She nodded.

"And this stone wall isn't very comfortable," she whispered back, "And all those people are looking up at us." I'd noticed a small crowd of staff on the tarmac below. Miss Breen watched as we untangled ourselves and shuffled backwards to where we could sit on the warm felt a little away from the edge.

Miss Breen sat down too and talked gently with us. "I'm really sorry you have to do this. It must be a very traumatic experience and I don't know how I would cope in your situation. I've said that I'll do what I can to help and so will some of the other staff but what we can do is limited. The education top bosses, who probably think it is a scheme they could use to make a name for themselves, are instigating the whole programme. They probably had no thought for your suffering." Eventually, after she'd talked to us for a quarter of an hour, we agreed to go down and she walked with us to the head's office and said, "I'll see you after break."

"Please stay with us," Mary pleaded, "We need someone we can trust. We are going to fight this no matter what the head or the government says." She came into the office with us and refused to leave when the headmaster asked her too.

Headmaster Walders made us stand in front of his desk like disobedient younger pupils. I took Mary's hand in mine. Mr. Baker sat in the corner with his pen and clipboard. " John Blake and Mary Watkins I am very surprised and disappointed in your attitude over this. Up to now you've always been model pupils in everything except sport. You've always seemed shy and have been quiet and I thought this scheme might do you some good. I thought it would help to bring out your personality. You gave us quite a fright when we saw you on the edge of the roof. I hope you are not planning any more escapades like that." We didn't answer. "Years ago I would have bent you over this desk and given you a good dose of the cane for your disobedience…"

"Years ago Sir, we wouldn't have been forced to go around the school without clothing and be gawped at by the rest of the pupils," I cut in.

"Maybe so John but this is now. The programme is being tried out with you two. The eyes of the country are on you. I hope that while you were staging your little roof top protest, you've had time to think about it and get used to the idea, are you now prepared to go along with the programme and see how you develops?"

"No sir, we are not. We have agreed to fight it tooth and nail so that no others will have to go through the obscene ceremony we had this morning. Next week you could have a riot on your hands if twelve pupils protest like we did. You don't have enough staff to control that. We ask that you release us from the programme and give us our clothes back." I answered.

"And let us have the rest of the day off to recover," Mary added, "You've put us through hell, we're bruised and sore and we may even need have counselling."

"You cannot be taken off the programme before it has hardly started," Mr. Baker put in before the head could reply.

"It's a demeaning programme Mr. Baker," Miss Breen stated, "One that is ill thought out and has no concern for the welfare of the children in it."

"The government thinks it has benefits," Mr. Baker answered sharply, not liking the fact she was standing up for us.

"Then sir," Mary stated, "I hope you are putting in your report all that has happened and will happen and our strong feelings of hatred for you and all those involved with this scheme." She burst into tears again after her outburst.

"I'm sorry, for you both," the head looked downcast, "I really did think this might help you but perhaps I was wrong. I'll do what I can to minimise the problem, provided you do your bit too."

"You'll stick to the guidelines you were given headmaster," Mr. Baker snapped.

"And we'll disrupt it as much as possible. There seems to be little enough you can do to stop us. Corporal punishment is not allowed these days. If you suspend us, it gets us off the programme and detentions will only cause whoever is on duty further aggravation. If you get the police in then it could become a very public affair. I doubt the school will wish that."

"You stay in the programme until the end of the week. Send them to their lesson headmaster," Mr. Baker ordered.

"It's only five minutes to break time, go and find your books and stuff and be with Miss Breen for your next lesson. Don't run away and make us search for you. Your clothes are locked away and I have the key so I guess you won't wish to leave the school premises dressed as you are now. Please don't try and do anything stupid."

"Sir, I just wish to say, I, and I'm sure Mary will agree, we have nothing against you personally but we will not partake in the scheme voluntarily. We are going to fight it with all the means we can even if it means disrupting the whole school or bringing a court action against you." I had no means of knowing if that was possible but it would give them something to think about. I pulled Mary from the room. She had tears running down her face again.

The secretary called us as we left and gave us our backpacks and then handed Mary a pack of tissues. "I'm glad my daughter is too young to go through what you're going through," she told us, "It's a disgraceful idea."

"Will you be okay if I go into the staff room and get the things I want for the lesson? You won't run off?" Miss Breen asked. Mary and I looked at each other. "We'll be at your lesson," I replied

We knew the break time bell would go any moment. "Mary, I need to pee so let's go to the loo before everyone is around and find someplace to hide away till after break. Then we might as well go to maths. Miss Breen will at least try and prevent some of the aggro from the others. We came the girl's loo first just as the bell rang and classes started to stream out. She didn't let go of my hand but took me into the same cubicle as before. She sat on the seat while I stood. I couldn't help it but my erect prick was level with her face. I turned away and tried unsuccessfully to will it down. I heard her pee and snatch a piece of paper. When she stood, she whispered, "Your turn…if you can." I saw her blush when she said that. I took her place on the seat but it took a little while before my erection went down sufficiently to pee.

Girls came into the loo and used the stalls either side of us or stood at the mirror. We were the only topic of conversation. Suddenly a head appeared above the cubicle partition. "They're both in here!" the girl yelled, "He's still hard so they probably didn't fuck." It was Stephanie from the class below us. Mary's sobs became louder and I opened the door and dragged her out. Most of the girls quietened and looked shamefaced at us but Stephanie tried to touch my cock. I pushed her away. "We're allowed to fondle you. I'll report it."

"Leave us alone unless you want a bloody nose like Miss Hakonby or a black eye like Mr. Jacobsen," I growled at her. She stood back as did the others. "Go on report it, there's Mr. Baker." They could tell we were in no mood for niceties and our physical size gave us a distinct advantage. Mr. Baker was outside the door when we left the toilet and started to follow us. We saw Stephanie speak to him and he wrote something on his clipboard. It gave us a chance to make a few turns until we gave him the slip. We knew the layout of the school far better than he did.

We ended up behind the stage curtains where we could hide for a short period at least. Almost immediately Mary threw her arms around my neck and hugged me close. I could feel her large boobs press into my chest. "Help me through this John, please," she begged in a low voice.

Had the circumstances been different, I would have loved to have held her like that; naked and close but I guessed it was fear that was the compelling factor at the moment. Still it was nice and I held her tight and kissed her. "We're in this together. One has to look out for the other. We'll try and keep together at all times. Even when we supposed to be separate like P.E."

The bell went signalling the end of morning break. "We'll wait a few minutes and then go to maths. Miss Breen won't be hard on us." Luckily we made it out of our hiding place without being seen and arrived at maths just as Mr. Baker was questioning the class as to our whereabouts. As soon as we entered he turned on us but I refused to say where we went. "Just note down that we kept out of the way so we weren't fondled," I told him. Our teacher looked relieved that we'd turned up and I gave her a little smile. Tom Haskill, the bully-boy of the school, started calling Mary names and commented on the size of her tits. She lost it again and started crying. Others defended us. Miss Breen did her best to calm the situation and eventually got everyone quiet. All except Mary who sobbed wretchedly. Her normal desk was two away from mine but when I could tell she wasn't going to quieten I went and took her to a corner where there was a spare desk. Unashamedly I put my arms around her and held her close. Once more my prick started to rise but she pretended not to notice.

Tom Haskill, again made some snide comments as to what we'd get up to in the corner but before Miss Breen said anything Brenda Liddle, a popular girl told him, "Leave them alone, they've got enough on their plates without you making it worse." Several others muttered their agreement and Mr. Baker made notes. Miss Breen didn't bother us. It was revision ready for our exams in less than a month and we were already ahead of the rest of the class. Eventually Mary stopped crying and when she got the tissues from her bag I noticed her mobile phone. If we could keep it out of sight and use it we might be able to get outside help. Rather than concentrating on the maths revision, I let my mind start to form a plan.

Instead of going directly to the hall where the tables were now set out for lunch I diverted to the art room. "If Baker questions us, we're going to see what your work looks like now it is dry." The real reason was the newspapers we covered the desks with when doing messy work. Mostly they were our local Shire Times. It only took a moment to find their phone number. We did our by now, usual trick and used the same toilet where I transferred her phone to my bag. Neither of us said a word, we knew Baker would be outside the door.

In the corridor I took Mary's hand and said, "Run." We could hear Baker running too but he wasn't as fit as us and his belly gave him extra weight. We came to a crossroads in the corridor and immediately we turned the corner I whipped us into the old copier room. We listened intently. Baker's footsteps stopped and then started off again. Immediately I dialled the newspaper and luckily the switchboard put me through to the editor. I explained using emotive terms what was happening and told him of my planned protest.

"Come on Mary, we'll be late for lunch." She was shocked at what I proposed to do. "Mary, for once it is no good hiding away, we're in the limelight now, a little hype of the situation may do us some good and we won't be any more exposed than we are now." Baker appeared but before he could say anything, I asked, "Are you looking for us? We were just waiting for the queue to go down before we went to lunch. Will you be joining us?" Baker grunted something and leered at Mary. I think the sight of her unsupported breasts was beginning to turn him on.

As soon as we entered the hall and joined the remains of the queue, one year nine boy tried to feel Mary's cunt. Under the programme rules she was supposed to allow it but there was no way we were following those rules. I could see the head and some of the staff sitting at the far table watching. Mary gave a little yelp when she felt his fingers probe her sensitive places. I saw red and picked the boy up and shook him. "No one touches my girlfriend and gets away with it," I shouted at him. "Go back to your seat." Mr. Baker started to reprimand me and told the boy he was within his rights to do what he did.

"Perhaps you haven't yet noticed Mr. Baker or perhaps you haven't read your own notes, we are not playing by your rules. Now unless you want another fight like you witnessed this morning, leave us alone." He blustered a bit but the boy had gone.

"Am I really your girlfriend?" Mary asked quietly when we were seated at a table on our own. No one it seemed wanted the embarrassment of sitting with us, certainly not when we were in such an angry mood. However, we knew all eyes were looking our way.

"If you would like to be, I would like that too but perhaps we ought to wait until this is all over and we are back to some semblance of normality again."

"Are you really going to do it?" she asked with a worried look. I nodded. "I'll support you as much as I can." Mary gave my hand a squeeze.

"Thanks." I squeezed hers back.