The story so far: Becky has admitted to her best friend Lisa not only that she enjoys being naked, but that she wants to be seen naked by others. Ever the supportive friend, Lisa has offered to help Becky get exposed in different ways...
Chapter 7: No Knickers
Becky, for her part, seemed to have none of the worries Lisa felt. Unburdened now to Lisa of her secret desire for nudity and exposure, she felt free to experiment. When the two were together and alone, Becky rarely if ever wore clothes now, and she frequently called upon Lisa to once again goad her into dares she had already decided would be fun to do.
But now she was also willing to be led, rather than to always lead. In this regard, Lisa began to concoct scenarios of her own; dares or games or just instructions she would give Becky which the latter could follow, should she find the possibilities they offered appealing.
One such idea harked back to Becky's early experiments, when in years gone by she had attended school with nothing on beneath her pleated black skirt, intending perhaps to flash someone but never quite getting up the nerve.
Although the girls had been sixth formers for the past two years and so were afforded some privileges that lower forms were not, they were still expected to wear a school uniform. Having now technically left school they would soon never have to wear them again - but before then the outfits would have a few more outings, as all students were required to be in uniform whenever they came onto school grounds to sit one of their exams.
Becky, Lisa suggested, should wear her uniform without any underpants on all the days she had an exam. Moreover, she should sit in her exam not demurely, legs crossed, but with them parted.
"You've seen the desks we sit at, and the way they're arranged," she said to Becky. "Nobody in the immediate vicinity is going to clock that you're knickerless, they'll be too close to see under the desk. But people farther away might notice..."
"I like it," Becky had replied. "I won't know if someone's seen me or not. That's... really exciting, in a different way."
So the morning of their first exam, when Lisa had met Becky en route to the stop for the school bus, the first thing she'd said to Becky was; "are you doing it?" In answer, Becky turned wordlessly and lifted up her black pleated school skirt for a moment, revealing a glimpse of her bare bottom. A butterfly or two whirled in Lisa's stomach at the sight, and she swallowed hard.
"I've got some knickers in my bag," Becky explained. "In case I need them. But I probably won't."
So, Becky had gone to all of her exams with nothing on beneath her skirt, and Lisa was the only person who had known. The secret knowledge had excited Lisa - but she never felt compelled to join in. The dynamic of this thing seemed to be shaping itself that it was Becky who sought exposure, and the thrill Lisa would get would not be enhanced by her joining in. Beneath her own school skirt she wore the same comfortable, reliable cotton knickers she had always worn, and she felt no temptation to discard them the way Becky had.
Naughty and forbidden though it felt for Becky to go into and around the school with nothing on beneath her skirt, Lisa had to acknowledge that in some ways, the fact that teachers and fellow students remained oblivious to this was in some small way a little bit of a let-down for Becky, who craved actual exposure. She began to devise a scenario which would give Becky more of what she wanted.
But that was for another time. Now, they were sat in a geography exam. It was about thirty minutes into the exam, and as usual they were sat in order of candidate number. Becky was to the right and a few rows in front of Lisa - not a clear view, and certainly not one where Lisa could see up Becky's skirt, but she could see her mass of brunette curls as her friend sat hunched over her exam paper.
The exams were staffed by volunteer invigilators - members of the wider school community, local people, and so on. Their job was to monitor the exam to ensure it was all conducted properly, to look out for and prevent any cheating or other violations of exam code, and also to support the students (for example, by escorting them to the toilet if they needed a break so that they could not be accused of cheating later). They'd also deal with emergencies, both medical and, in some cases, emotional - Lisa had seen at least one student being escorted out in hysterical sobs when she had realized the exam paper that they were taking contained not one question she could answer.
One of these volunteers, a middle-aged man who Lisa thought might have children further down in the school, perhaps in her youngest brother's year, suddenly made a bee line along the aisle to where Becky was sat. Lisa watched in fascination as the man leant over and appeared to say something, very quietly, to Becky. They appeared to have a short conversation and then, quite abruptly, the man stood up, ramrod straight and walked away up the aisle - his face quite red.
"What was that all about?" Lisa had asked Becky when the exam was over and the two girls were on their way home.
"Oh, what, the guy in the exam?" Becky asked. She blushed a little when Lisa nodded.
"Well," Becky explained. "The thing was, I was feeling a bit... well, you know? With the no knickers thing. Like I wanted to show a bit more? Anyway, the way I was sat, I figured I could sort of, lift up my skirt a bit at the front... if I arranged it in just the right way, I could sit there a bit more uncovered. Like, nobody would see exactly but it would feel more exposed, you understand?"
Lisa nodded. Obviously she'd been right in her assessment that Becky was finding that simply having no underwear on wasn't... exciting enough by itself.
"Anyway," Becky continued, "I was fiddling with my skirt and I'd got it lifted up and I guess that guy had seen me moving in a strange way so he came over. He asked me what I was doing, of course I froze with my skirt all bunched up and my hands in my lap. It must have looked to him really dodgy and he asked me to take my hands out of my lap.
"I asked why and he said they'd been told that sometimes girls who want to cheat write cheat notes and put them in their knickers then take them out once the exam is going and put them in their laps to copy from - he just wanted to make sure that wasn't what I was doing.
"Well I looked at him, and I was almost gonna start laughing, and I lifted my hands away - so now of course he could see everything because my skirt was all up - and said, you don't need to worry about that sir, as you can see I'm not even wearing knickers!" Becky was almost helpless with laughter now. "He... shot out of there... so fast," she gasped, and both she and Lisa collapsed into hysterical giggles.
Their remaining exams passed uneventfully - stressful and demanding, the exams themselves overrode any other thoughts, including those about Becky exposing herself in some way. It was an incredible relief, then, when they concluded their final exam and boarded the public bus (school buses only running at the beginning and end of the day) to travel the half hour or so route back to the village.
They sat down together - Becky taking the window seat, Lisa the one on the aisle. It was then that Lisa recalled the plan she'd begun to concoct a few days before. There was no time now to discuss it with Becky before carrying it out - this would be the last time Becky would go out dressed in school uniform, so it needed to happen here and now if it was to happen at all. But, she rather got the feeling that Becky would quite enjoy the direct approach she was going to have to take.
She turned to Becky. "Do you still have no knickers on?" she asked.
Becky smiled. "Yeah..." she replied.
"Good," Lisa said, adopting the no nonsense tone she sometimes used when she wanted her brothers to listen to her. "Give me your skirt."
Becky blinked. "Wh-what?" she asked.
"Take off your skirt and hand it to me," Lisa repeated. She was rather enjoying bossing her friend about.
Becky, it seemed, had cottoned on that this was another game, and wordlessly assented. She looked around. The bus was busy but not packed, and none of the people near them seemed to be paying any attention. Becky shifted slightly in her seat, unfastening the skirt's zipper and, squirming, slipped out of it without standing up.
Lisa picked up the skirt where it lay around Becky's ankles, folded it neatly and lay it in her own lap. Becky now was naked from the waist down. She still wore her tie, school shirt and of course her bra under it - but there was no clothing on her now between the hem of her shirt, and her socks and shoes. The shirt was quite long - if you'd given a casual glance to Becky you wouldn't have realized she had nothing on her bottom half. The fact she was in the window seat, too, meant that Lisa's body shielded Becky from the rest of the bus. If she removed any more clothes, then it would attract attention - but as it was, the two could sit there quite comfortably, with Becky exposed only to a safe degree, but still feeling very much the sensation of being bare against the rough fabric of the bus seat.
And so, there they sat, talking as if nothing was unusual, as people got on and off the bus around them, none of them any the wiser about the fact that Becky was bottomless.
That was, of course, until it came to their stop to get off the bus.
