Jen woke up the next morning after her excursion surprisingly alert considering she had slept so little. She crawled out of bed and, after going to the bathroom, went to her closet to pick out what she was going to wear to school. Nothing appealed to her, nothing ever did, but she managed to choose her outfit. She laid it on the bed and looked at the floor. Her panties, which she had discarded the night before, were still lying where they had fallen. She picked them up, tossed them into her hamper, and went to the drawer to get a clean pair. She stood and stared. "Not much choice," she thought to herself. Every pair was the same - white, cotton, and big. She pushed the drawer closed and sat on her bed. Every girl she knew had pretty panties to wear except her.

She opened the drawer again and took a pair out. She went to put them on and stopped. She looked at them again, balled them up, threw them in the drawer. "If I can't wear pretty ones, I won't wear any!" she said to herself. She pulled out a bra and closed the drawer. She dressed herself, without panties, and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked the same as she did any other day except she knew she had no panties on. A smile came over her face. Even though her clothes looked frumpy, she felt sexy for the first time in her life.

Jen rushed through breakfast that morning. She felt strange sitting at the breakfast table with no panties on. She knew her parents had no idea but she didn't want to associate with them dressed as she was. She liked the feeling but knew they wouldn't approve and she didn't care. As soon as she finished eating, she grabbed her books and ran out to wait for her bus.

The boys from next door were already out there. She had seen them every day but had never spoken to them. Most days, she paid no attention to them but today she felt strange. She had been nude in their backyard the night before. She was quite certain they didn't know but she did. Her eyes fell to the ground as she approached them. "Hi," the oldest one greeted.

Any other day she would have gushed to have him talk to her but today she could only blush. "Hi," she mumbled.

"We've never talked. My name's Rick," he said in a cheery voice.

Jen's face turned red which angered her. She wondered why she couldn't act normal. This is what she had wanted. He was the first boy to talk to her like she was any other normal girl. She took a deep breath and tried to settle her jumping nerves. "My name is Jennifer," she stuttered, quickly adding, "but you can call me Jen." Her parents and teachers had always called her Jennifer. She didn't want to be a "Jennifer" any longer. She needed a change.

Rick smiled and went to say something but the bus drove up interrupting him. Jen boarded the bus first and chose a seat where no one else was sitting just in case. Unfortunately, Rick and his brother sat together on the other end of the bus. Jen, disappointed, settled back in her seat and stared out the window as the bus went through its route and ended up in front of the school.

The distraction of Rick talking to her had made Jen completely forget she wasn't wearing panties until she exited the bus. As she stepped down, a slight breeze had rushed under her long skirt. The breeze was no big deal except she felt it on her naked pussy. The sensation made her smile. Today, she wasn't Jennifer, she was the new Jen. A girl who was wearing a too short skirt with too much makeup made a crack as Jen walked into the school building but she paid no attention. Jen didn't care what the girl had said. "Bet she's wearing panties," Jen thought to herself.

After visiting her locker, Jen went to her room and sat down. She was still smiling, which was very unusual for her. The teacher took the attendance and hesitated as he reached Jen. "Jennifer, you look happy today," he commented. She wanted to shout out, "I'm not wearing any panties!" but of course couldn't so she just smiled.

Heading to her first class, Jen noticed something else. As she walked, the gentle sway of her skirt rubbed her bare ass cheeks. The skirts always swayed the same way but without the protection of the thick cotton on her skin, she could feel the movement. The sensation excited her. Just the idea of being bare under her skirt had excited her but this was an added bonus.

Try as she might, she couldn't keep her mind on anything else but her near nakedness. Part of her wanted to pull her skirt up and show the world her bush. The other part of her made her blush every time a boy looked at her. She knew no one could see anything but she still wondered if they knew. What would they say if they did? What would they do? With all the talk, she imagined the whole school knew what kind of underwear she wore. Wouldn't they be surprised now.

Instinctively she kept clamping her thighs together when she was sitting down out of fear someone might see up her skirt. She knew it was foolish. When  she sat, her skirt was well below her knees. She could have spread her legs as far as she could without anyone seeing anything. It was during her second class she discovered when she clamped her thighs together, she could feel a little shock between her legs. In the third class, she perfected her technique so she could actually stimulate herself. Her mind told her she shouldn't be doing it in school but her body wouldn't let her stop. By the time lunch period came around, Jen was aroused.

She went into the bathroom and entered a stall. After making sure the door was securely latched, she lifted her skirt and sat down. The action made her smile again. She didn't have to pull down what wasn't there. Instead of peeing, she plunged her hand into her wet slit. She had never done anything like that in school before but she had never been so aroused in school before either. Knowing there were other girls, and boys too, just a few feet from her excited her even more.

Slowly she started to rub herself. She could feel her chest filling with air as her arousal grew. She brought her finger to her love button. The sensation made her jump. It felt sooo good! The opening of the bathroom door made her freeze. Two girls came in and proceeded to wash their hands. They were talking about their boyfriends. One girl said that when she had her period, she made her boyfriend wait. The other laughed and said when she had her period, she just gave her boyfriend a blow job. Normally Jen would have been shocked but in her current state, it excited her even more. She wondered what it was like to give a boy a blow job.

The girls left after a few minutes and Jen's hand, which she had kept on her pussy, started moving again. As she rubbed, her mind wandered to the girls' conversation. She wondered what it would be like to actually see a boy's cock. Sure, she knew what they looked like but she had never really seen one. Jen closed her eyes and tried to visualize a boy's cock. She pictured herself opening her mouth and having a cock slide between her lips. She could feel the wetness ooze from her pussy.

She imagined it was a boy's hand on her pussy. No one had ever touched her there. She hadn't even been out on a date yet. Her parents wouldn't allow it even if she had the chance. Still, she dreamed of someday having a boyfriend who would put his hand where hers was. Her nipples strained against the fabric of her bra. Their stiffness and sensitivity made it feel like there was sandpaper inside her bra.

Unconsciously her hand went to her breast. The imaginary boy whose hand was rubbing her pussy was now touching her bare chest. She breathed deeply. Her finger traced the lump on her chest that was her nipple trying to poke through. The slightest touch to her sensitive nipple sent sparks throughout her entire body. She could feel the tiny beads of sweat running down between her tits.

Her arousal combined with her imagination pushed her over the edge. A thundering orgasm slammed into her. She shuddered as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Unfortunately her entertainment was cut short when another girl entered the bathroom.

Jen composed herself, stood, and rearranged her clothes. She flushed the toilet and went out to wash her now sticky hand. "Hey, it's Miss 1940," the other girl cracked. Jen ignored her and left the bathroom to go to the lunch room. The rest of the school day was uneventful except for Jen's again growing arousal from her pantyless state.

School ended and Jen rushed out to board her bus. She hoped to see Rick again but more urgent than that, she wanted to get home to masturbate again. She looked around for Rick but didn't see him. As she boarded her bus, she saw Rick. He was a little late and had to run to catch the bus. Jen had again sat in a seat with a vacancy next to her but some girl had already taken the seat before Rick got on the bus. He took one of the seats in front.

When they arrived at their drop off point, Jen tried to hurry to at least say something to Rick but he was already off and she wasn't about to yell to him. If her mother ever saw her do something like that, Jen would never hear the end of it. She disappointedly walked the short distance to her house. She hadn't talked to Rick again but at least she could relieve the persistent itch between her legs.

Jen's mother met her at the door. It seems she had other plans for Jen. She was told to change out of her school clothes, put on a pair of jeans, and help with some major cleaning. Jen obediently went to her room to change.

Not wanting to chance her mother walking in while she was changing and catch her without panties, the first thing she did was to grab a pair out of her drawer and slip them on under her skirt. She then quickly changed as she was asked and spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning.

By supper time, Jen was exhausted. The short night's sleep the night before and all the cleaning had taken its toll. She still had her homework to do. She knew there would be no excursions tonight. By the time all was said and done, she just went to bed. She didn't even bother to masturbate. She was just too tired.