Date: Sat, 3 Feb 2018 18:31:46 -0500 (EST) From: E MOSER Subject: François: New Student Orientation The François stories stem from After the Experiment and are loosely based on a real situation I was told about many years ago by a woman I loved dearly,. New Student Orientation by Larry Marian The van pulled into a parking space in front of Corporation Lab School where workers were trying to finish the wing extensions to allow for the doubling of the number of students. François got out of the driver's seat and Paige out of the passengers while Mason got out of the middle so Desiree and Georges could exit the rear seats. "Okay, come with us as far as the door and then teachers will direct you to your rooms," Paige said. "Paige! Mason! Hi!" Jena yelled. "Jenna. How are you and your dad? How's Gwen?" "Doing great! He's away from that bitch of a mother I have! And Gwen's fine. Sam's very understanding and we have a `sleep over' about once a week at her house. She's here to mentor the incoming freshmen." She lowered her voice. "So which one are you sleeping with while François is here?" `Mason tonight. François the first two nights. Not sure about that. Maybe we'll sneak into a PR after our presentation." "Well good luck, I'm about to go meet Mr. Peterson, the new eighth grade teacher. Say hello to Ms. Smith for me. Bye - see you later." "Will do, Jenna. Say hi to Sam and Gwen." Mason called after her. The three walked towards the school with Paige in the middle, holding hands with both boys. "Okay, guys. I have MaMa and Simone out shopping for new undies for Desiree and Georges." "I don't understand why, Paige," François said. "Remember what girls wore last year? Your sister and your concubine are wearing three hook wide strap bras. They look like pictures I've seen from the 1950's. Same with the panties. I had Desiree put on a pair of mine so kids won't laugh at her when she undresses. Mine are about a size too big, but all she's going to do is slide them off in the morning and cover them with shorts in the afternoon for today. I told her to just not wear a bra - she really doesn't need one, anyway. You know from last year that a lot of girls, especially ones with smaller breasts, don't wear a bra to school. Why, when all you're gonna do is take it off." "Yeah. And Simone is looking forward to shopping. This is a chance for her to get to know MaMa," Mason said. Paige dropped both boys' hands, "Okay, fellows. Set phasers to stun," she said. They entered the building to be met by Mr. Jones. "Well, I see we have half of eighth grade and one quarter of the seniors covered. Glad to see you this morning, Paige, Mason, and UCLA bound François. Go to the office, get your name tags and report to your teacher and classroom. Paige and Mason, same room, same teacher, so you know where to go, François, pick up a map. Your room is a new classroom and a new teacher. You should have no problem with the map. Of course the room number is on your name tag. Good luck, and keep the war stories real, okay?" He stopped. "Oh, Paige. I didn't ask this and you didn't answer, but will the locker club be in existence this year?" "I'm working on that Mr. Jones. I'm calling for volunteers to spread the wealth." "Okay. But don't mention it during your orientation talk." She smiled. "Oh course not." The three picked up their name tag, which, of course, hung by a lanyard, since they would be undressed soon, and François got a map and his room information and they walked out of the office, pointed in two different directions. Paige took a quick look around, saw the hall was mostly empty, and gave François a quick kiss. Then she and Mason headed for the middle school hall, holding hands. As they went past the library Sammy Smith, a rising junior came out with some books. "Hey, Paige, You had quite a summer. Great protest. You didn't see me, but I was at two of them. All I could attend." "Thanks, Sammy." "Look, if the locker club is going to happen this year, could I get an early appointment?" "Sure, Sammy. Check back with me." "Okay. Working for the library." Sammy headed back to the office as Paige and Mason headed for Ms. Smith's room. "Busy already," Mason said. "Yep. Look, with the school doubled, I'm going to need some assistants. You want to apply to be one?" "For girls?" "I think you'd prefer girls. You're very particular about boys." "Might well," he said as they opened the door to Ms. Smith's room. "Hi, Ms. Smith, We're back!" Ms Smith hurried to them and hugged them both. "Two of my best students from last year. So where is the third?" "She's going to help the new eighth grade teacher." "Ah. Mr. Peterson. All the eighth grade girls are going to fall in love with him. I'm probably going to have all of them try for a transfer. Shoot. I weren't married and a mom, I might want to get him in a dark room myself!" "Ms. Smith!" Mason said. Paige laughed. "Okay. Serious stuff now. You two know what you're going to say, right?" "Yes ma'am," from both of them. "One question. When do you tell them to disrobe?" "As soon as you call roll. But we're going to go along with them and sort of do a quiet strip - everybody at the same time. Will you go along with that, Ms. Smith?" Paige said. "Okay, I know it's not common these days, but what if a girl wears a dress or a slip?" "We can work around that, Ms. Smith. Say, what are those white bags for?" "Ah. Each has a student's name on it. They can fold their clothes, put it in the bag, put the bag in the locker, and the locker is neater and the clothes convenient, I'm going to start out the year at least by asking everybody to undress and dress in here. Reduce chaos in the hall. Okay. There's the bell. The horde is coming soon, get ready." Noise soon filled the hall and then a steady trickle began to enter Ms. Smith's Language Arts classroom. The first was a rather short boy, followed by a girl well into puberty. The remaining 23 covered the wide range of the shapes and sizes of 12 and 13 year olds. As each came in Ms. Smith, or Paige or Mason told them to find the seat with their bag on it and sit down. Finally she said to her helpers, "That's it. Thirteen boys and twelve girls. Accounted for. "Okay, students. Let me have your complete attention. I'm Ms. Smith. I am your home base and language arts teacher here at Corporation Lab School, middle school division. I taught here last year when the school opened and moved here from Duluth, Mn in order to teach at this school. Before that, I'd taught in Duluth for three years. I'm married and we have a daughter. My husband works for the Corporation. I have with me two of my students from last year, Paige Jefferson and Mason Adams. My understanding is that they are friends. I'm turning the class over to them for some fifteen or twenty minutes to give you a student view of CLS as we normally call this unique school. Mason and Paige, they are all yours." "Hi. I guess obviously, I'm Paige and he's Mason." "And obviously, I'm Mason and she's Paige. First thing I want to say is that you have a great teacher. I can't say anything bad about Ms. Smith, but I'll warn you, she's fair, but tough. You'd better do the reading and the work. Period." "Thanks, Mason. You took the easy part and left me with the hard part to start." "Say, aren't you the girl who led the pool protest?" a boy's voice sounded, "First, this is a classroom. You want to say something, you raise your hand. Understand? You do that once in any of this teams teachers and you won't do it again. But the answer is yes. But you gave me my lead in. How many of you live in a C.O. home? Umm. Three, two boys and a girl. How many went to a public pool the last month of summer? Um., six, including all three of the C.O. students. Okay. "As you know one of the things that sets this school apart is the fact that everybody you see in the school every day, except for some of the cafeteria staff is nude. So the first thing we are going to do is to undress. Perhaps to lower the shock, we're going to do it together, with Mason giving instructions to the boys and me to the girls. Ready Mason?" "Yes, Paige. Boys. Take off your shoes and socks. You can sit down to do this and then stand back up," A hand of a boy went up. "What if you don't have socks?" "Then don't take them off," Mason replied. Paige heard him under his breath say "smart ass!" A bunch of movement and then thirteen pair of bare feet "Okay, girls, remove anything covering your feet." Paige grinned at Mason over her cleverness. A little less noise and then twelve pair of slightly smaller bare feet. Paige, Mason, and Ms. Smith also removed their shoes. "Boys: Shirts off. If you're wearing an undershirt, take that off, too. The boys complied with several of them glancing at the girls. "Girls: Tops off unless you aren't wearing a bra." There was a bit of hesitancy until Ms. Smith removed her blouse, revealing a lacy bra. Then ten girls slowly removed a variety of tops. Two girls and Paige had their tops still on. There was a quick conference between Mason and Paige. "Okay, Mason and I had a slight miscount. Girls, everything off above your waist," and with that Paige pulled off her top revealing her tanned breasts while Ms. Smith did the same, revealing the same all over tan. The other girls followed suit. Most of the boys were looking around franticly. There was a wolf whistle. "Okay, Paige and Mason, let me step in a moment," Ms. Smith broke in. Class, these two former students of mine were going to say something along these lines, but that senseless whistle is forbidden. I will tell you, anybody doing anything along the lines of sexual harassment or intimidation faces severe punishment. I do not like to run a class where I want students to rat or snitch on somebody, but there are times when the guilty must be brought to judgement. I have a good ear and I'm fairly sure the person, 99% chance male, is one of three. I will talk to all three. It would be best for the guilty party to confess in private after school, Okay, student counselors, the class is again yours, "Okay, boys, pants off." Quietly thirteen pair of jeans or slacks came off to join the pile on the desk. Both Paige and Mason noted the tenting of the undershorts with most boys. "Girls, pants or skirts off." Slower than the boys the girls panties were soon in view and two girls wearing a thong really averted their eyes. "I'm going to add right now, not meaning to shame anybody, but girls, when you know you are going to be undressing in a mixed public, it's a lot better to wear something like plain cotton panties than something sheer or very brief. I know," A boy raised his hand and Mason nodded towards him. "Who are you," Mason asked. "I'm Jack. Uh, I know we're supposed to be undressed and all. But can I keep my shorts on for now?" "Thanks, Jack. This is one of two big problems getting started in a nude school. One is for boys and one for girls. Now girls, don't giggle or laugh at the boys. Most of the boys in this room have an erection. Oh, yes, When we talk about such things here, we don't use slang or vulgar language. So I'm going to break that rule by giving an example. Girls, you are about to see most of the boys will have an erection, otherwise known as a hard on or a boner, and a few other names. It's an erection. The boys can't help it. But with a few days time at the most it will go away. Paige can tell you that when we first met I had one for three days. Mason pulled down his boxers and stepped out of them. "Boys, underpants off. Girls, please control the giggles." Three came off at once, all three with an overall tan. Then two more, one with an erection, and then the rest. Now the girls twisted and looked. "Ms. Smith, will you join me and we lead by example?" Paige said, "Of course, Paige. Good idea," "Ms. Smith, you and me, panties off." And both were nude in a flash. "Okay, girls, underwear off." Surprisingly, the girls removed the panties or thongs faster than the boys. "Okay, fold your outer clothes as neatly as you can, place them in the bag with your name on it, put it under your seat and sit down. Notice there is a pad on your seat. Every Friday, take it home in your bag and get it washed. That's another lesson learned. Oh, and you can put your shoes on. Good idea to have a pair of flops to wear, "Okay. Mason mentioned that boys have an erection to worry about which happens without warning some times. Well, girls, by the odds, most of you have achieved your menarche and have had several or more periods. So what do you do when you are nude, as you will become, and it's period time? Last year, at first, the school told the older girls, and that now includes fifth grade or higher, that panties could be worn during those few days. But after the first cycle, most girls stopped wearing them. Why? It was too obvious, "Okay, girls, use a tampon. Period. They have smaller sizes. The string is almost invisible. If you already have fairly thick pubic hair and you trim your pubic region, about two weeks before you think you will start, let your hair grow. "Okay, remember what Mason said about language. We use correct or scientific words, not slang, If you aren't sure ask one of your teachers, or an older brother or sister, especially if they were here last year. What you do in your little group during lunch or before or after school is no problem. If you need to know the correct word for a slang term, same deal. Now for the last big deal. "Last year there were only three paddlings . One was for a public display of affection - in fact, hugging and kissing in a dark corner of the library. Each got three swats with a paddle, in public, bending over a caf table, on a bare bottom, with their division watching - so, since they were in the eighth grade, the sixth, seventh, and eighth grades." "And I have to say they were not us," Mason broke in. "Thank you Mason Adams." "You're welcome, Paige Jefferson." "The only allowed PDF is holding hands. Mason and I will demonstrate `holding hands'." The two stood side by side,a few inches apart and held hands. They nodded to each other and dropped their hands. "This is NOT holding hands," and the two put an arm around the other's waist. "Nor this," and they put an arm around the other's neck. "And not this," and they faced each other and hugged for about three seconds. As they broke all could see Mason's penis begin to harden - probably a new experience to most of the girls. Mason remained calm and said, "And you should see why now." "One final thing - the bathrooms are divided by division, elementary, middle, and high. There are now two bathrooms in each division, but they are unisex. The commodes have walls, but no doors. The urinals are individual, but also no walls or doors. The commodes are on one wall the urinals are on the other. There is actually a fair amount of privacy. Any questions?" Paige finished, Ms. Smith stood up, "Thank you Paige and Mason. By the way, Paige is now the freshman class president. Their class probably shows why she is. Good luck at your first day tomorrow," The two collected their clothes and headed for the closest high school bathroom to dress. On the way they passed PR #6. "Hey, Paige, it's not reserved and it's vacant. How nice," "Mason. I suddenly want to give you a quickie. Get inside." They entered and Paige locked the door, "You want to lie down?" Mason asked, turning to her. Paige dropped to her knees. "That would take to long. I can bring us both off in a couple of minutes. " Mason's cock sprung up and he stepped closer to her. "Sure, love," he said. " J'adore sucer ta bite. ." "What does that mean?" Mason asked, "I love sucking your cock," she said as she took it in and began to finger herself. If you liked this part of "The François Series " or any of the other Paige-Mason-Jenna stories, please consider a donation to Nifty. Comments, pro or con to the author are always appreciated.