A Student Body Protest Ch. 01

She was rescued by the still-nude Leah, her warm hands grasping her shoulder once more.

"Here, come with me." Leah said, her voice hurried but not frantic.

Sally felt her legs moving automatically as she was led through the crowds - people parting to make way (and get a better view) for the two naked woman walking through the hallways. Sally was grateful for her lack of sexy features - more of the eyes were on Leah's chest than hers.

"Are you going to be alright?" Leah's voice brought Sally back to the school - suddenly aware of her surroundings again. "I've got to split up with you here."

"Oh, uh..." Sally started but could not finish her sentence. She simply nodded instead.

Leah's bare butt trotted into the crowds of the school, the slender girl having to turn sideways between two men who were ogling her the whole time. Sally was alone again and quickly pulled her books close to her chest, then saw the next obstacle in her way.

Her next class was upstairs. There would be no way to cover herself from below as the men around her stared up at her slit without uncovering her front. She let out a shaky sigh and resigned herself to walking up the flight.

"Damn, does she shave or is she just hairless?"

"I think she's hairless - you don't see any stubble."

"No dudes, she's gotta wax."

She felt her throat drop when the men didn't immediately follow her up - they kept a bit of distance to get a lower angle at her sex. Despite trying to walk up the stairs with her legs as close as possible, she still felt more exposed than ever and quickened her pace to end the show sooner.

More people stepped back in shock as she made her way into the second-story hallway. She kept her head straight and focused on following the traffic of the students passing through - despite getting uncomfortably close to a few boys on the way, she was finally able to make it to her next classroom.

The door was a welcome comfort from the crowds before - her next classroom being a much smaller size than the class she had just left. But while there were fewer students here, they were also much closer together. Sally didn't mind as much, though, as there would thankfully be somebody else for support this time around.

She hadn't even had the time to set down her books when she felt a presence looming over her. Amy wasn't much taller than Sally was, but the fact that she was sitting added a disparity between them. When she looked up at her naked accomplice, she realized that Amy was on the verge of tears as an uneasy expression rested on her face.

"Sally, right?" Amy flexed her fingers a bit. "I think we should sit at the front."

"What? Why?"

"We just... we should." Amy was breathing heavily and didn't seem in the mood to argue.

Sally grabbed her things from the desk and followed her friend, her eyes focused on the exposed bit of neck between her pigtails. A few people enjoyed the view as they walked by, Sally tightening her buttocks more with each person she passed until they were at the front row, far from where they usually sat together.

Sally took her seat first as Amy was grabbing a few tissues from a box on the teacher's desk that she balled up in her palm.

This class was Physics 101 - a course that covered less than what Sally had learned during high school and thus, something she viewed as a bit of a blow-off class in spite of how much many of the other students seemed to complain. Her professor took the lessons very seriously and tolerated little slacking off but was often too absorbed in teaching to notice when it happened.

He had no trouble finding it today, though, immediately going up to a small green book both girls recognized from their lectures before as the addendum to the dress code. After flipping through the pages fruitlessly, the professor grumbled something to himself and addressed the two nudists at the front of the room.

"Why are you two naked?" He demanded an answer.

Sally swallowed saliva down her dry throat and prepared to give her speech, but Amy stood up before she had the chance to and turned to face the classroom.

"The women of Westridge are protesting against the implementation of the school's new dress code!' Amy started her speech similarly to what Sally had rehearsed. "The new code singles out us ladies - it makes us the center of attention - we get everybody, oh God, looking at us...

"So I got naked - we all got naked so more people would see us... being naked. So they'd know about the rules, too."

There was a confused mutter from the class as Amy smiled with a stupid satisfaction on her face. When she spun her body around to return to her seat, Sally saw a slickness between the other girl's legs that matched her expression.

Afterwards, Sally found herself struggling to pay attention as she could feel dozens of people gazing at her bare back and butt - the seats they found themselves in only supported a bit of the back leaving her cheeks sticking out in full view of anybody behind them. Though that was only half of what was distracting her.

Beneath her desk, Amy was constantly dabbing at her crotch with the tissues she'd grabbed before, muttering something in a whispered voice to herself. She wasn't bothering to take notes at all, barely even sitting upright as she kept her hands beneath the desk, eyes closed. If it was obvious to anybody else what she was doing, they kept their mouths shut.

The bell rang after a few uncomfortable hours next to the excited naked girl. Sally noticed a wet spot on the chair that Amy had just left, the balled up tissues on the floor practically soaked in a slimy substance. It made her begin to question whether her acquaintance would be alright for the rest of the day or if her actions might make the whole protest worse - though there was also a small part of her that enjoyed the fact that she was handling herself better than at least one other person so far.

They had barely left the classroom when Sally felt a hand on the small of her back, guiding her towards the ladies' room.

The women's restrooms at Westridge were a new addition - an obvious affordance for the recent change to their rules that wound up with significantly more restrooms than would ever be realistically demanded. This had the effect of ensuring that these rooms were remarkably clean as nobody ever used them - and Sally was thankful for that fact as otherwise, the idea of her bare feet touching the floor of a public restroom might have made her skin crawl.

"I don't think I can make it much longer." Amy was breathing heavier than before. "All the people staring at me - their eyes on every inch of my body."

"I know it's tough, Amy-" Sally was cut off.

"I LOVE IT!" She said, far too loud. "I don't know what's wrong with me I- I just want more! More people to look! I had no idea I would enjoy this so much... I never would have agreed to it if I had known."

"Amy, you're scaring me a bit." Sally stepped back, but the other naked girl stepped forward.

"Sally..." She muttered. "Sally, Sally, Sally.

"You know, I can never really hit the spot myself. It's always just out of reach. It's somebody who will look at you but never touch you."

"Sally," Amy cleared her throat, "Do you think you could... you know..."

"Wh-what?" Sally covered her face.

"No! Nevermind!" Amy ran over to the sink. "I'm going to splash some cold water on my face and then I'm going to get over this. Just forget i said anything!"

Sally didn't need to be told twice to leave the other girl to her needs. But when she stepped back into the hallway, she almost wished she had another person with her again. The crowds were no better than before, but thankfully she didn't need to travel far to get to her next class.

That next class was her final class of the day, the relief of stepping into a classroom full of stares for the last time washing over her - but it was only Tuesday, so she still had three more days of this to go. That thought made the relief disappear in an instant.

There was one other girl in this class, too. Sally didn't remember her name as they never spoke much, but they did sit next to each other and worked in silence together every time the class met. It felt nice to have a fellow woman next to her in a campus full of men, but today that girl seemed to want nothing to do with her naked classmate.

Sally was able to give her speech on the protest with less hesitation than before, though as soon as she was back at her desk she found herself twiddling a finger around a lock of hair once more. The teacher looked through his copy of the dress code for something to reprimand Sally on but gave up and started with the lesson - though he seemed to call on Sally to answer questions very frequently.

By the time that class was over, Sally was feeling exhausted. Even though she'd been sitting for most of the day, she constantly forced herself to sit with good posture without exposing too much - a position that was getting hard to maintain. When everybody is staring at you, it becomes hard not to overthink the way you do everything.

She left the classroom and entered the hall, eager to get back to the women's dorm and away from all the eyes of her peers. But this was much easier said than done as she had worked her way practically to the opposite side of the campus. Sally clutched her books to her chest and looked for a path with few people, but this time the crowds were behaving differently than before.

People didn't clear paths for her, nor was there any traffic to go with the flow of. As there were few classes this late in the day, the men in the halls were in no rush to get anywhere and found themselves with plenty of time to ogle the naked girl in their midst. Sally found herself becoming self-conscious as she tried to back away from the stares, only to realize she was completely surrounded.

"Ex-excuse... me." She mumbled at nobody in particular. People only got closer to her.

"Drop the books!"

"What the hell were they protesting, again?"

"Who cares, man. She's got her ass out."

Sally realized that nobody intended to let her through. The expressions on the faces of the men surrounding her grew dark as there were more and more demands to show off more of her body. Her knees started to shake and it took all of her energy just to stay upright.

"Outta the way!" A high yet demanding voice called out. "Make some space!"

A tall blonde girl's head poked out of the crowd as a bare arm pushed some of the men out of the way. Two large breasts forced their way into the opening before the rest of Claire's body did. She placed her hand on the small of Sally's back and looked angrily at the crowd surrounding them.

"Step aside!" She pointed at two men with two fingers. "You and you. Move it!"

People listened to her demands - making a small gap for the two girls to pass by as though Claire could part the sea by telling it to. But despite the amount of respect she was demanding, people still made comments about their assets as they passed. Sally was just thankful to be moving again.

The crowds grew thinner the further they got from the main buildings of the campus. Fewer people were whistling or commenting or pointing as they went on together - but Claire still kept her hand firmly on Sally's body to guide her. She didn't mind.

Eventually, even the streetlights had given up on them as the two naked girls found their way to the dimly-lit front entrance as Claire produced a key from an elastic band she had around her wrist.

The women's dorm was much dingier than the rest of the campus due to the limited amount of use it ever saw. When Westridge was forced to integrate, the school was required to make some accommodations for the female students entering and, not wanting to spend any more than they had to, the administration took the building in need of the most repairs and labelled it as the women's dormitory.

This naturally meant that the remaining dorms became overcrowded as many of the male students were forced to live in off-campus housing to accommodate the new arrivals - something that caused many of the guys to resent their new classmates.

Amy and Leah were already waiting inside on the late arrivals. Amy had on a skirt that went down to her shins with a long-sleeved sweater over it while Leah had a pair of slacks and a modest blouse. Sally felt a bit awkward being naked in front of them but they seemed to avert their gazes as she walked by to get to her dorm room.

After quickly putting on an oversized hoodie and some jeans, Sally joined the rest including a bathrobe-clad Claire who mentioned she was going to shower as soon as this debriefing was over.

"So, how much longer do we have to do this?" Claire started.

"Until we're either expelled or accepted." Leah made a fist, but realized that nobody else seemed to share her enthusiasm. "Until the end of the week, at most."

"No..." Sally whispered, loud enough for the others to hear. "I don't think I can do this for another three days."

"It will get easier." Leah put her hand on Sally's. "Today was the hardest part - tomorrow will be easier."

"God, I hope so." Claire shuddered. "'Can't tell you how many hands I had to slap away. The boys in the political science classes really don't know how to take no for an answer."

"Tell me about it." Leah relaxed a bit. "One of my professors basically felt me up when I tried to explain the protest. Although, he was usually pretty handsy anyway."

"I can not believe it..." Amy muttered, her head on the table. "I can not believe I acted in such a way..."

"You alright?" Leah asked. "You need some tea or something?"

"Amy is just a bit - er..." Sally covered for her. "She's probably dehydrated, is all."

"I hope that's all." Leah sighed. "I'd hate for her to drop out."

"Honestly, if she dropped out I might do so as well." Claire admitted. "It felt like people were more engaged with our bodies than with our message."

"I said my thing." Sally stated. "I told them why we were doing it."

"As did I." Leah nodded. "Doubt it helped much.

"Shoot. Even I have to admit I'm having my doubts."

They sat around the table in silence, the lone lightbulb hanging overhead illuminating the shot of the four dejected souls, worrying that their efforts in the previous day were all for nothing.

But then, two women entered the room.

This in and of itself was not unusual as they were in the women's dormitory - but these girls seemed to have entered with a purpose (and were admittedly a bit shocked to see that the four protestors from before were all clothed).

"Excuse me," One of the girls asked. "Are you four the ones who... you know..."

"Yeah, we are." Leah crossed her arms.

"I'm so sorry!" The other girl shouted. Sally looked over at her and recognized both faces.

One was the chubby girl she'd accosted in the hallways after her first class - the other was her friend from the last block.

"I was kind of rude because I didn't know what to do!" She continued on. "It's not that I didn't want to help you, i just... I'm sorry."

"I feel the same way." The first girl said. "I completely support the protest, I just... didn't participate."

"Well, there's no time like the present." Claire chuckled. The other girls laughed too, but didn't seem to acknowledge the actual request.

"Thank you both." Leah smiled. "The fact that we're being recognized is why we're fighting. Keep cheering us on, okay?"

The girls nodded and went back to their dorm rooms, leaving the nudists from before in a much brighter mood. They were able to start sharing their experiences that day more openly (though Amy still kept her behavior a secret) and the night soon began in earnest as the last few moments of natural light faded away into cold darkness. They all began to go their separate ways after making plans to reconvene there the following morning.

"Remember!" Leah shouted over her shoulder. "Today was the hardest part; Tomorrow will be much easier."

"That's a promise!"

* * *

Somewhere, in a basement room on the Westridge campus, six men were gathered around a table surrounded by the smoke of cigars that blotted out the dim, unnatural light above them.

"So, you all hear about this protest thing?" One man spoke, setting down a few cards on the table.

"Those women? Bah." A stocky man called. "Running about naked like they'll change something."

"Hey, maybe they've somethin' going, here." A flamboyantly-dressed man leaned over to grab a beer from a nearby tray, pinching the butt of the woman who was holding it. "We oughta make that their uniform full time."

"I think you're underestimating the severity of the matter." A man dressed better than the rest sifted a glass of wine in his hands. "This issue could grow to be too large to contain."

"Bah! So what!" The stocky man called out. "Just start dress-coding them for bein' nude. Obscenity's been against the rules since it was founded."

"This isn't a matter of rules or no rules." Another man with his hair slicked back was staring out the window. "Simply enforcing our existing rules only makes their protest more valid. That's what they were arguing against in the first place, try to keep up."

"Then what the hell am I supposed to do about it?" He complained. "Where's that beer girl? Bring her over here."

"We can't force them to stop protesting or else they become martyrs for their cause..." The dean was staring at his palms. "But if they were to quit on their own..."

"Ah... don't enforce the rules." The flamboyant man laughed. "So we just look the other way when some of the boys do this." He slapped the beer girl's ass.

"Or maybe we start doin' some of this!" Another man squeezed her breast, reaching his hand underneath her shirt as she tried to pull away.

"Leave my secretary alone." The man in the middle of the room spoke, though his heart didn't seem too into the demand. "But you're correct about what our approach ought to be.

"Gentlemen, starting tomorrow I want you to do everything legally within your power to humiliate and degrade these women. I want you all to ensure that these protestors rue the day they decided to go against us."

They raised their glasses in a toast.