0 comments/ 109690 views/ 17 favorites Sophie's New Perversions By: Sophie's New Perversions "That was it. We had dinner and ice cream. Then I opened my presents. I did play with the camera a little. I think I can make some cool web page movies with it. It's really easy to use." "What kind of movies?" Tracey asked in a suggestive tone, seeming much more interested now. "Not the nasty kind you're probably thinking of, you pervert," I retorted, turning red as I thought of what I had filmed. "Just movies like commercials or for science projects. That kind of movies." "What did you think I was talking about?' Tracey asked. "Are you becoming a pervert too?" I ignored her. Partly because I was beginning to think that I was. School took forever. Tracey and I walked home together, but I told her I had homework to do. I wanted to check my email to see if Mr. Wilde had written back. As soon as I got in my room, I turned on the computer and changed into my sweats. This time I didn't wear any underwear. As soon as I had changed, I checked my email. A message was there from him. "bbw@poves.org" I opened it. It was very short. This is not a secure communication. I will contact you via a different method with instructions on how to return the disk. I will have to set up an account for you first. B.B. Wilde Not much to go on there. It wasn't until Friday night that I finally found out something more. I was about to try some more tricks with my camera when my chat chime rang. I popped it up and a message from BB Wilde told me to go to the poves web site and type in the login 'sophie' and password 'fingers' to enter. I did it immediately. The new page was a chat room. It just had one chat blank to type in and one for the message. It said "Secure Chat" in plain type at the top. The top box said "BBW Says" above it. The one I could type in said "Sophie Says" above it. BBW: Sophie. Thanx for contacting me. Sophie: No prob. BBW: You mean what you wrote? Sophie: ?? BBW: "Let me know how I can repay you for your kindness." Sophie: Yes. What could you need? BBW: I need your help on a case. It may be scary, but you will not be in danger. Sophie: OK. What? BBW: Use the 'fingers' code I gave you to open the locked disk folder. Then read the document there. Once you have read and understand the document, look at the images on the disk. After that, I need you to make a doctor's appointment, so you can help in my investigation. Sophie: A doctor's appointment? Why? I actually already have an appointment for next Wednesday, the 21st. At my last regular checkup Dr. Benjamin changed my medication and wanted to check to see that it was working properly. BBW: Excellent. I need you to call and change to the new doctor in his office, Dr. Orney Sophie: Why? BBW: The information on the disk will explain it in more detail. The text message will tell you where to take the disk and exchange it for another. Go right after school in your regular uniform. Be sure you tell no one about this. When you get home, send me an email describing everything that happened in detail. Sophie: OK. Thank you. BBW: Thank you and bye. The web page went blank. Wow - a mystery - a case. I was going to help. I popped in the Zip disk and opened the folder with the "fingers" password. How odd. There was a document that said, "Read Me First". I double-clicked and carefully read through the document. Basically, it said the doctor was thought to be molesting patients, but further investigation was needed to prove it was against their will. The address was in the medical building across the street from my apartment at the same office where my regular doctor, Dr. Benjamin worked. He was over 60 years old and was Mom's gynecologist, as well as Tracey's and her mom's. I could not imagine him doing anything like that or allowing another doctor in his office to do that either. I closed the text document and opened the folder marked images. It contained 50 numbered JPG documents. I opened Graphic Converter and selected the slide show option, then the folder on the Zip disk. The first image showed a man in a medical coat. He looked to be about 30 years old and in pretty good shape. He had wavy, dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. Even on the computer, those eyes seemed to look right through me. The next image was of a girl in a school uniform from my school. I looked closely and realized it was Becky Brown. She graduated last year from Pacific. She had been a flute player in band with me. I took my time looking through the rest of the images. There were a few of Becky removing her uniform. Then some of her in a hospital gown. Some showed the doctor examining (more like fondling) her breasts. Then she was in the stirrups. The images included a close-up on her crotch. Several more showed her from a little more distance. Then the doctor's hands could be seen touching her inner thighs and then spreading her labia and looking inside. Finally there were images of Becky on her hands and knees with the doctor's hands again examining her vaginal area and even two with a finger in her anus. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I went through the slides four times. At first, I couldn't figure out what was odd about the pictures other than the fact that someone had taken them. Then, I realized that the doctor was not wearing latex gloves. He performed the examination with his bare hands. That was not normal. I was scared. At the same time, I knew this must be important to Mr. Wilde. I was also feeling strangely excited about it all. Hands other than my own might be touching my most private parts. I had been to Dr. Benjamin before and he had done a thorough exam. When I was sixteen, he put me on the Pill to regulate my period, which had been unpredictable before that. This appointment had been scheduled because he had changed the brand of my pill two months ago and he wanted to make sure everything was still alright. But, this was different. This younger doctor might be touching me in different ways. I called the doctor's office. Mrs. Benjamin was the receptionist and nurse for her husband. "Well, hello Sophie. I was about to call you. I accidentally overbooked. Is it okay if you are seen by Dr. Orney instead of Robert, I mean Dr. Benjamin? He's going to take over when Robert and I retire next summer. He seems to be an awfully good doctor even though he's so young." Boy, that was simple! "Sure, that would be fine. I was just calling to confirm the time. 3:30, right?" "That's right, dear. I'll see you then." School went on forever that Wednesday. Tracey quizzed me about hurrying so fast to get home after school. I told her I had a doctor's appointment - "Just a checkup." Her answer seemed strange, "Just a checkup? Well, have fun Sophie." "Have fun? At the doctor's office?" "Well, what I meant was, if it's just a checkup, it won't be so bad. Dr. Benjamin always has such cold hands, but if you imagine he's some young stud it might be more fun." "You pervert! I'm not....., " I had started to tell her I wasn't seeing Dr. Benjamin. "I'm not looking forward to it, but I guess it won't be so bad." Tracey headed into the apartment building and I headed across the street to the medical building. When I reached the office, Dr. Benjamin's wife, the receptionist, greeted me. "Well, good afternoon Sophie. You've certainly grown up beautifully, dear. Have a seat and I'll call you when it's time to see the doctor." I sat in the waiting room and looked at the old magazines for just a couple of minutes, when Mrs. Benjamin said, "Sophie, you may go back to exam room 3. It's just down the hall to the right." I headed down the hall and went in to exam room 3. It was pretty typical of the rooms I had seen here on my visits to Dr. Benjamin before, with a gynecology table in the center, a stool, two chairs, cupboards along one side, and medical information charts on the walls. I sat my backpack down on the floor and sat on the chair. I had barely sat down when a nurse came in. She looked to be about 25 and had long blonde hair and boobs that threatened to bust out of her too-small uniform. She had a chart in a manila folder that she was studying as she came in. "Well, you must be Sophie," she said as she looked at me. When I nodded, she continued. "I'm Jessica. Do you have a disk for me? Mr. Wilde said you would." I handed her the green Zip disk and she handed me a red one. I put it in my backpack. "Let me get some pictures of you for your file" She had me stand by the wall and took four shots with a little digital camera. When those were done she continued. "O.K. thanks, Sophie. Remove all of your clothes and hang them in here," she instructed as she opened a cupboard door. "Then put on this gown and have a seat on the exam table. Dr. Orney and I will be right back." She handed me a pale green hospital gown and left, closing the door. Well, this seemed normal enough, except for the photos. She must be Mr. Wilde's 'person on the inside' since she had the Zip disk. I stripped quickly, leaving on my bra and panties, and put on the gown. With difficulty, I managed to tie the two strings that held the gown closed in the back, but it really didn't reach far enough. I sat on the exam table to wait. I had to keep my knees tightly together to prevent my panties from showing in the short gown. I had been staring at the walls for about 10 minutes, which seemed like an hour. The door opened and in walked the nurse. She took my blood pressure and pulse and marked those down on the chart. The young doctor I'd seen in the images on my computer entered as soon as she was finished. He was over six feet tall, with that wavy hair, and dark penetrating eyes in a tanned, youthful face. He smiled, showing a mouth full of perfect teeth. He was wearing a white lab coat with a red tie and white shirt peeking over the top and dark slacks below. "Thanks for coming, Sophie. I'll be doing a complete exam today to check your responsiveness. Just relax while I get ready." The doctor turned to a cupboard and I could not really see what he was doing, but I could tell he was getting some things out of the cupboard and placing them in the pockets of his lab coat. When he turned around, he said, "Nurse Jessica will be taking some photos to be included in your medical history. It makes it easier for us to remember your last visit when you schedule another. It also gives us a comparison for the future. It's a great idea that Nurse Jessica came up with." The nurse snapped another picture on a digital camera and then sat on a stool with a chart on a clipboard in her hand. At least now I knew why there were pictures. "Well, first Sophie, we have to ask you some questions," Dr. Orney began. "I see you've been on the Pill for nearly two years and that the reason for this exam is to determine whether the new brand is functioning as it should. Are you sexually active?" "No, sir," I blurted a little too loudly and quickly. "Now, Sophie, we have to ask these questions to help us if we have to treat you for any resulting conditions," the doctor explained. "Just answer honestly and it will be OK. If you don't want to answer, just say so. And don't call me sir. Call me Dr. Orney or Doc, or even Doc Harry, but don't call me sir. It makes me feel old." He chuckled a little and then continued with more questions. I answered each simply and truthfully while Nurse Jessica made notes on my chart. "When was your last period?" "It ended about two and a half weeks ago." "How many days does it usually last?" "Four or five, but not too heavy after the first two." "When will your next period begin?" "Probably next Monday or Tuesday." "Do you experience any PMS or tenderness in your breasts during your period?" "Not really. Slight tenderness, I guess." "How are your grades in school?" "Straight A's since grade school." "Good for you. Do you play any sports?" "I'm on the varsity tennis team." "That's a great sport. Do you do any other physical activities for fun?" "I like to swim and I run and do aerobics to stay in shape." "Do you ever masturbate?" "What?" I asked a little too loudly. "Do you ever masturbate?" he repeated. Quietly I said, "Yes, sometimes." "More than once a week?" "No." "How often?" "Maybe two or three times a month," I answered very quietly, turning slightly crimson and staring at the floor. "Have you ever achieved orgasm through masturbation?" Very quietly I answered, "No, Doctor. Well almost, a couple of times." "Did you like that?" "Yes." I thought I must be almost purple with embarrassment by now. "You said, Sophie that you are not sexually active. Have you ever had sexual intercourse?" "No." "Have you ever had lesbian sexual contact?" "NO" I answered a little louder. "Has anyone, other than yourself, ever touched your breasts or your vaginal area in a sexual way?" I hesitated. "No." Then I thought, "Well one boy tried to touch my breast after the prom last year. We were on our way home in the back seat of his friend's car." I conveniently left out the attack by those rapist jerks. "You said 'tried.' What stopped him?" "I punched him in the crotch and told him to keep his grubby little hands off." Dr. Orney winced a little. "Have you ever touched the breasts or vaginal area of any other female in a sexual way?" "Of course not," I answered, a little indignant. "Other than that poor boy in the back seat, have you ever touched a male's penis?" "No, I have not Doc and that 'poor boy' was fully clothed and got what he deserved." Nurse Jessica was chuckling as she made the notes on the chart. "That's all the questions for now, Sophie. Thank you for answering those truthfully. Will you stand now, please?" I was weighed and my height was measured. Each time he made an observation aloud, the nurse would put down the camera and make a note on a chart. "106 pounds," he said and she noted it. "Five feet three inches," he observed for her notation. This all seemed quite normal for a medical checkup, except usually the nurse did the measuring. Then the doctor retrieved a cloth tape, like the ones used by seamstresses or tailors, from his lab coat. This seemed odd. He had me reach out my arms. And measured from fingertip to armpit. With my arms out and the large arm openings on the snug-fitting gown, I am sure he could look right inside at my bra. The thought of this and of what I knew was probably coming made my nipples begin to harden. I was lost in thought and didn't hear his measurements of my arms and hands. Then I was asked to put my hands on my head and the doctor gently reached around me and snugged the tape tight across my chest. "Oh, Sophie, you'll have to remove the bra for me to continue." He stepped back taking the tape with him. I slipped my hands inside the gown and unhooked my bra, then pulled it out through the armhole, handing it to the nurse. The doctor chuckled and said, "It always amazes me when women do that." Then he repositioned the tape. "Thirty-five and a quarter," he announced. He slid the tape down to my waist and pulled it tight again, "Twenty-five and a half." Then my hips were measured at thirty-five inches and the doctor dropped one end of the tape and stepped back to look at the numbers jotted down by the nurse. "O.K., Sophie, now you may need to lift the gown a little so we can get an accurate measurement of your legs." The doctor knelt on the floor and held one end of the tape on the outside of my leg at the bottom of my right foot. His hand brought the other end up along my leg, pausing at my ankle and then at my knee to get a measurement, then continuing up to the top of my hipbone. As he reached up, his hand slid up under the gown along my bare skin to reach a point at the top of my hip. I was electrified. "Lift the hem so I can see the tape, please." I raised the side, exposing my hip and giving him a peek at my panties. The doctor did the same to my left leg and I lifted the hem without him asking. "Now, Sophie, move your feet about a foot apart so I can get the inside measurement." Getting embarrassed and excited at the same time, I moved my feet apart. Dr. Orney placed the end of the tape at my right instep and began slowly moving the end up my leg. His fingers traced his progress. He gave measurements again at my ankle and knee. He jostled the bottom edge of the gown and I obediently lifted it up as his hand progressed up my inner thigh. He brought the end of the tape right up to my crotch. His knuckles were against my panties and pushing my vaginal area. A slight moan involuntarily escaped my lips and I quickly looked to see if he noticed. He didn't appear to, but the nurse was smiling as she snapped another photo. He removed the tape and proceeded to do the same procedure on my left leg. Again he started at my instep and moved slowly up my leg to my crotch. I just kept the gown lifted. When he had given the measurement, he did not take the tape away, but turned to the nurse and said in a sort of clinical voice, "Diana, please note that Sophie's reactions appear to be quite normal." I tried to imagine what he was talking about and realized his hand was still holding the tape against my panties, which were probably at least a little damp at this point. Then Dr. Orney stood and faced me. I belatedly let the hem of the gown drop to cover me once again. "O.K. Sophie, so far, so good. Now would you please drop the gown off of your shoulders? I need to check your breasts." I did so with very little hesitation. After all, this was important to Mr. Wilde's case. The good doctor looked at my breasts and intoned the word "Oranges" for Diana's notation. He then used the tape to measure the sixteen-inch circumference of each breast at my chest. He massaged them in the breast cancer lump examination procedure. He then held his thumb and forefinger to either side of each aereola and compared it to the tape, noting my right one was an eighth on an inch larger than my left one at one and three-eighths in diameter. He put his hand back as if to do the same, but brought the digits together to slightly pinch my nipples. Then he did it again, pinching a little harder and twisting a bit on each. "Reactions normal," he intoned. I looked down and realized my nipples were erect and standing out like beacons. "Now, Sophie, please remove the gown completely and also remove your panties. I need you to sit up on the end of the exam table and place your feet in the stirrups. This was odd. Dr. Benjamin would of course have me remove my panties while he looked away, but not the gown. I untied the gown and pulled it off of my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. I had to remember that I was here on an assignment for Mr. Wilde. I turned away and removed my panties, realizing too late that as I bent to take them off, my ass was pointed directly at the doctor. I was determined to remain detached and analytical as I got up onto the table and placed my feet in the stirrups. The nurse laid down the camera and chart and stepped forward. She raised the back of the table a little and fastened Velcro straps around my ankles, holding them in place. That seemed a little weird, but I leaned back into a reclining position on the table. The doctor sat on a low stool and rolled up between my legs. He was at eye level with my crotch, getting a view that even I had never seen. "Please note, Jessica, that Sophie is a natural redhead. He gently placed a warm hand on my outer labia and pressed lightly. "Slight dampness from vaginal secretions," he stated. Then he put both warm hands against my inner thighs and slowly slid them back and forth, closer and closer until he reached my womanhood and parted my outer lips. He had the nurse note the slight swelling and reddish color. He ran a finger down the center of my labia, opening the inner lips. Using two fingers on each hand, he held my inner lips open and leaned close for a visual inspection. "Increased secretions," the doctor noted, then gently inserted a single finger to confirm his observation. He removed his finger and his hands and turned to the side. "A virgin. Hymen still intact." Then he did something that set my juices flowing even more. He inserted the index finger that had done the probing into his own mouth and sucked my juices from it. "Quite tasty too," he added in a voice with a lilt of humor. Then he looked up at me and smiled with those perfect teeth. I blushed from head to toes in an instant. Sophie's New Perversions The doctor then got his clinical look back and turned for more inspecting. He gently rubbed up and down my slit a few times, then used two fingers to expose my clitoris. "Clitoris hard and enlarged. Approximately fifteen centimeters in length. He pinched it between his fingers and massaged it gently at first and then harder, while his other hand continued to rub my lips and inner thighs. I was beginning to feel that I might climax and involuntarily pushed against his fingers. The doctor rubbed a couple more times, then abruptly stopped, leaving me hanging at the edge of an orgasm that would not come, as always happened to me at home. Dr. Orney stood and undid the straps at my ankles. I was feeling terribly disappointed that the exam was over, but tried not to show it. Then he said, "Now Sophie, I want you to get up on your hands and knees on the table." I did so and he and the nurse strapped my feet to the stirrups. I was leaning my head against the semi-upright back. I bent my head down to peer back between my own dangling breasts and legs to see what was going on. Thoughts of the images from the disk began to appear in my head as I imagined what was next. "Nurse, would you stimulate Sophie's breasts while I check her reactions?" What was this about? The nurse came up my right side and gently reached under and began massaging my right breast. Then she reached across and did the same to my left. She moved back to the right and began lightly pinching and twisting my nipple. I didn't realize what I did until it was too late. I closed my eyes and moaned at the feeling of someone stimulating me, and the nurse continued. I looked back to see the doctor click a button on a small tape recorder. The doctor spoke, but his voice seemed a little huskier, "Sophie is continuing to increase production of vaginal fluid. She also seems to be enjoying the stimulation by the reaction of her breasts.. Her nipples are hard and elongated. Her breasts are mildly flushed." Could it really be? This turned me on? My body was betraying me! Then I felt the doctor's hand stroking my outer lips. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the feeling. Before I could react to that, the doctor, said, "Nurse, I need you to take some photos. Sophie, rest on your head and stimulate your own breasts." I immediately did as I was told. I couldn't help it. I was too turned on to not keep going. By resting my head on the back of the table, I was able to give attention to both of my breasts. The doctor continued to stroke my outer lips until they parted and he proceeded to move a single finger up and down my slit until it was inside me. "Now, Sophie, use your muscle control to squeeze my finger." I stopped rubbing my breasts and concentrated on controlling my vaginal muscles. "Very good," the doctor responded. I could hear the camera clicking. "Sophie, I need to examine your anus. Just relax, and I will tell you what to do." I watched between my legs and saw the doctor squirt some kind of jell on his middle finger. Then I felt his finger pressing lightly against my anal opening. "Relax, Sophie." I did and the finger slipped in. I squeezed involuntarily. "Now Sophie, push my finger out." I concentrated and expelled the finger easily. "Very good." "Now Nurse Jessica, I would like you to assist me in the final phase of the examination." She set the clipboard down and came once again to my right side. It wasn't until her face appeared below mine that I realized she did not intend to use her hand this time. My eyes popped open as I felt a warm mouth on my right breast. The nurse was now sucking my breast, biting and nibbling the nipple. Not only that but she had opened her own blouse and her breasts were pressed against my side. I could tell she was using one hand to rub her own massive mammaries. The doctor then began his rubbing again on my vagina and soon had a finger, and then two, inside of me. Then his other hand began probing my anus until a finger was lodged in there as well. I was pushing against his hand and getting him to hit my clitoris occasionally. Then suddenly he pulled his hand away. "Don't Doc," I begged. "Don't what, Sophie?" "Don't stop. Please don't stop. Not yet." I continued to push against the finger in my anus. Then I nearly reached orgasm immediately as the doctor's mouth came into contact with my slit. He licked me from anus to pubic hair and back again several times and began concentrating his probing tongue on my clit. He flicked and licked, then bit and licked. He reached a finger up and into my mouth and I licked it. I took his hand and sucked my own juices from each finger. As all the sensations reached a boiling point inside of me I virtually exploded with an orgasm unlike anything I had experienced by myself. The doctor and nurse unfastened me from the stirrups and I collapsed onto the table as they both massaged my back, ass, and legs. When I was finally in control enough to notice, I saw that the doctor and nurse were both smiling at me. I heard myself say, "Wow," and smiled back. Nurse Jessica had not bothered to refasten her blouse and was standing with just the clipboard covering her breasts. "You may get dressed now, Sophie," said Dr. Orney. They helped me gather my things and get dressed. They were still in the room as I left. I only made it to the lobby when I remembered my backpack. I went back to retrieve it. When I opened the door, the doctor was on the exam table minus his pants and the nurse quickly stood up from a kneeling position in front of him. "Excuse me, I forgot my backpack." I bent to retrieve it and smiled at them. "Thanks. You can go back to whatever you were doing." I left and closed the door. Mrs. Benjamin handed me a prescription form. "This is for your new contraceptive, Sophie. Have it filled and begin taking it when your others run out." I blushed as I thanked her and realized the two women in the waiting room had heard her and were looking at me and smiling. I left quickly. I stopped at the pharmacy in the same building. They said they could send it over to the apartment, but I waited the twenty minutes and took it with me. I got home in time to change and put the prescription away in my bathroom, when I heard Mom come in. I went out to the kitchen and said, "Hi, Mom. What's for dinner?" "Well, your Dad ordered tongue and some other things from the deli. I know you don't really like it, but we'll have lots of finger food too, so you don't have to eat the tongue." "Oh, that's great Mom. I really like finger food and especially tongue." I headed back to my room and emailed Mr. Wilde a very descriptive message about what had happened in my exam. I somehow left out the tongue part and my own reactions but assured him that it was only slightly different than a normal exam. I told him I was even considering making Dr. Orney my regular gynecologist. I had already hit send when I thought he might get a different idea from Nurse Jessica and the pictures. After dinner, I had a chance to look at the new Zip disk I had received at the doctor's office. I popped it in and realized it was locked. I checked my email and was pleased to see a note from Mr. Wilde. It was very simple: Sophie, Thank you. I hope you like chicken strips. I may have another assignment for you next week. BBW Chicken strips? It made no sense. Then suddenly I had an idea. I went back to the disk. I typed 'chicken strips' for the password. It worked! First there was a note. Sophie, I have some good news and bad news. First of all, I caught the two men who assaulted you. If you wish to press charges, you may. Now the bad news. When they were captured, they had a digital camera in their possession. The enclosed images were on that camera. If you press charges, the pictures will probably have to be shown in court as evidence. After you have looked at them, let me know how you want to proceed. I can hold them for a month or two on other charges even if you decide not to press charges. BBW Why wouldn't I press charges? Those men had attacked me. They would have raped me if Mr. Wilde had not intervened. What could possibly be in those images that would change any of that? There was just a folder that said 'Images'. I opened Graphic Converter and started a slide show. The images left me sitting and staring with my mouth agape. As I came to my senses, I jumped up and closed the drapes over my window. Then I went back to the computer and looked at the images again. The images were of me! Our apartment was on the top floor, the 38th floor, of the building. Someone had taken pictures through my window the night of my birthday. That was the night after the attack when I modeled my new nightie in front of my video camera. The same night I had masturbated on my bed. This was too much. How could those men have done this? How did they know where I lived? There was no way I could allow those pictures to be shown in court. I could not press charges. But he said he could only hold them for a month or two. Then what? I went through the images three more times. I slowly came to the realization that I was beautiful and sexy. As I looked at them the fourth time I unconsciously started to repeat my performance. I had my hand in my panties when I stopped myself. What was I doing? What was I becoming? I sat thinking for quite a while. I started on my homework. After an hour, I had accomplished almost nothing. I put my homework away and got dressed in my silk nightie. I took my laptop to my bed and copied the images from the Zip disk onto my hard drive. I started the slide show. About halfway through, I stopped it and got up. I opened the drapes again. Then I slowly removed my nightie while standing in front of the window. I was staring at the two taller buildings I could see and wondering which darkened window had a camera and a person behind it the night of my birthday. Was anyone watching now? The thought that someone was watching me was getting me hot. I went back to my bed and started the slide show going on a continuous loop and began masturbating. I watched myself on the computer and in the reflection on my window and used memories of my doctor visit to bring myself to a glorious climax, the first on my own. I fell asleep naked in my bed and dreamed of what might be next. Chapter 3: Sophie is exposed On Thursday at school, I had just finished showering after my third period PE class and toweled myself off. I opened my locker to get my clothes. I couldn't find my underwear! I looked around under the bench. I went back through my locker. Nothing! I dug through my gym clothes. My shorts, t-shirt, socks, and shoes were there, but my sports bra and spare panties were not. I wrapped a towel around myself and went over to Ms. Simpson's office. She came back out and looked around with me. Most of the girls were gone, but those that were there helped look too. Nobody had seen anyone take them. Just then, the bell rang and everyone else left. "I'll write you a note for being late, Sophie. Just be very careful how you sit in your next class and come back here at lunch time. I'll find some in lost and found or go to the store and get you a pair if I have to," Ms. Simpson tried to reassure me. I quickly dressed and wondered if I could do this. I presented the note to the band director and he just nodded. I sat down with my clarinet and continued with class as if nothing was wrong. "Knees together," I reminded myself constantly. I did not play very well. After band, I went straight to the girls' locker room. Ms. Simpson was not there. I found Tracey in the cafeteria and joined her for lunch. Some boys were snickering and pointing at me from the next table, but I ignored them. "Knees together," I reminded myself some more. "Hey, Sophie," said Tracey. "Is it true? No undies?" "How did you know?" "One of the girls from your PE class told me they were stolen." "That's not all," I said. "Ms. Simpson said she'd get me some more, but she wasn't in her office. I don't know what to do. Do you have any spare panties?" "Not here. I don't have PE this semester, remember?" "What should I do?" Tracey laughed, "Don't bend over unless you want to give someone a show." "Not funny, Tracey," I answered, a little angry. We ate quickly and got up to go. As we headed for the door, a boy dropped his fork. He bent to pick it up just as I got to his table. I hurried out the door, but heard him telling his buddies I was a redhead for sure. I was beet red, but Tracey said, "Not likely he really saw anything. He was just showing off." She was probably right. We checked in the locker room and still no Ms. Simpson. Tracey went with me to the office. They said Ms. Simpson had left the campus for lunch, but would be back before fifth period. Tracey waited with me until the bell for 5th period rang. I had to go to class. I made sure I sat near the back with my legs squeezed tightly together. Fortunately we had a lecture in chemistry and nobody seemed to notice I was braless and without panties. I made it through class and as soon as it was over scooted out to try to catch Ms. Simpson. She still wasn't there. Sixth period was computer technology. I was so into working on my program that I completely forgot to worry about my missing underclothes. I headed straight from there to history class. As I walked in the door, I was carrying my backpack in front of me and didn't see Ralph's feet sticking out as he slouched in his chair. I tripped and fell to the floor, scattering my backpack and its contents across the room. The entire class fell silent. Tracey stepped over and pulled my skirt down across my butt. That's when I realized I had just mooned the class. I didn't even want to get up. I could feel my face turning deep red. I wanted to disappear. Then I felt a hand on my arm and heard my teacher, Mr. Randall said, "Let me help you up, Sophie." I got up slowly. Tracey had gathered my backpack and its contents and was holding them out to me. The rest of the class was mostly staring silently. A few boys were giggling and whispering. "Mr. Randall, may I be excused?" I asked very quietly. "Sure Sophie," he answered quietly. "Why don't you just go home early. I'll write you a note." I waited in the hall, until he stepped out and handed me the note. I thanked him without even looking up from the floor. Could anything be more embarrassing? I left and stopped by the locker room again. Ms. Simpson had found my underclothes hidden in the towel bin but offered no explanation of where she had been when I was looking for her. The bra and panties were wet from being in with the towels. They were also dirty as if someone had stepped on them. Who would do such a thing? I just took them and stuffed them into my backpack and headed straight home. A breeze was blowing and I had to keep pushing my skirt back down. As I started walking home, I thought of the feelings I had when everyone was staring at me. I was embarrassed, but somehow it also felt good. I liked being noticed by the boys. I liked the way Mr. Randall had helped me up and knew he had an eyeful too. I decided to experiment a little using my reflection in the store windows as I walked past. I undid my blazer and looked in a window. My nipples were visible through my blouse. The cool breeze and the feelings within me had combined to make them stand out. I walked a little farther. There was a bench on the sidewalk. I put one foot up on it and pretended to tie my shoe while looking into a store window. My pussy was slightly visible under my skirt. I put my foot down and continued. I stopped and rolled the waistband of my skirt twice, so the hem just barely covered my butt. The light breeze was cooling the heat between my thighs and occasionally lifting my skirt a little bit. I spotted another bench and tried the shoe tying routine again. I was very exposed in my reflection and in looking at it did not notice the man dressing a mannequin in the window until he fell over, bumping the window. He had obviously been staring. I blushed slightly and moved on up the sidewalk. At the next intersection, I was waiting for the walk signal when I noticed a handsome man of about 25 looking at me from his car. I bent, stiff legged, as if to pick up something from the sidewalk and gave him a view of my ass. As I stood, I heard honking. The light had changed and the man was still sitting there with a huge smile on his face. I hurried across the street and turned so he couldn't follow me. Then, when I was sure he had moved on, I did an about face and continued toward home. In the next block, there was some construction going on and a chain link fence was right next to the sidewalk. I hadn't noticed the workers there and was sort of skipping along with a smile on my face, when I looked toward a voice saying, "Hey, Red. Nice action in the backfield." I waved at the man on the steel girder several yards inside the fence. There were at least 5 construction workers within site. I hollered back, "Hey big guy, is this better?" I spun and bent at the waist as I flipped my skirt up over my back. I held the pose for about two seconds, then stood and hurried down the sidewalk. I could still hear the whistles and hoots as I disappeared from site in the next block. When I got to the apartment building, Kevin was in his little office by the stairs. He said, "Good afternoon Sophie. Home a little early aren't you? You're looking nice today." I said "Thank you" and started toward the elevators, then turned and took the stairs instead. I looked at Kevin and said, "I can use the exercise" and started up the steps. I knew from his vantage point, with my short skirt, he was getting quite a view. On the second floor, I entered the hallway and took the elevator the rest of the way up to our apartment. I was still trying to figure out how to tell Mr. Wilde that I wasn't going to press charges when the phone rang. It was Mom. "Sophie, I have to work late tonight and so does your father. Can you get some money from the emergency box in the kitchen and get yourself some dinner?" I assented and then she said, "Tonight's your usual tennis time at the athletic club. Why don't you take a cab over there after you eat, and I'll pick you up about 9:30." I decided that sounded good. I would eat something at the restaurant across the street and then change into my tennis clothes and go to the club. I dressed in some old jeans and a sweatshirt and went to the deli and had some chicken strips and a salad. Then I went home and gathered my tennis clothes into my gym bag and called a cab for 7:00. Kevin, the doorman, would let me know when it arrived. When I got to the club, I found another girl named Valerie, she was a couple of years older than me, looking for a game so we played. I was a much better player and beat her on every set. She took a break and the tennis pro came and gave me a few pointers on my backhand. I was enjoying the physical exertion and had put the day behind me. At 9:00, I headed to the showers, when I heard myself paged to come to the front desk. There was a message from my mom. She said I would have to get a cab home as she was still involved at work. I had just gone into the locker room, when Valerie came up and said, "Sophie, I want a rematch." I decided I might as well beat her again, since I had the time and headed with her to the court. The building was pretty empty. We seemed to be the only people left except for the staff at the front desk. "I really think I can beat you this time, Sophie," Valerie said in a confident tone. "I think we should have a bet on this one." "I don't have any money to bet," I said back, thinking, "I wish I did because I'd stomp you."