[Kokopelli25]

CHAPTER 8

Ellie knew she wouldn’t be so lucky as to find every room unlocked - the shop with all the tools for metal and wood work was always locked for safety reasons, and apparently over break was no different. She hadn’t spent much time in there and wasn’t as interested as she was in the other rooms.

Ellie marveled at how quickly she had become, if not comfortable with walking through the school naked, at least accustomed to it. She had stopped covering herself and had even stopped tip-toeing around, assuming that if anyone -had- been in the building with her she’d have known by now.

Across from the shop was the art room. The art teacher was of a similar mind as the Librarian, wanting to allow students to express themselves whenever the impulse might hit; the outer door was unlocked and this time Ellie went right in without hesitation. To her slight dismay, the teacher wasn’t a complete fool; the door to the art -supply- room was locked up tight, and no amount of working the handle would open it.

Ellie wasn’t too surprised, though she was a little disappointed. She had seen photos of women at public events dressed in nothing but body paint - clearly naked but with breasts and pussy artistically “covered”. She had no desire to ever do such a thing, but she was in awe of a friend who once did that for a Halloween costume, painted up like a gorgeous butterfly.

Looking around the room she saw the stool where a model sat from time to time. No nude models in a high school class, but every year the art classes had a life model section where they could volunteer (fully dressed) to be the model for a class period in front of their classmates. The students always had fun calling for the most ridiculous poses.

Sitting atop the stool, Ellie looked over the empty classroom and wondered, if her friends and classmates were here now, what poses would they call out? Getting an idea, she hopped back off and put her camera on a desk, angled back to the stool. She hurried back to sit down before the timer hit zero, and sat in the classic “Thinker” pose, leaning forward with her chin on one raised hand, breasts dangling tantalizingly in a way that the original Thinker model could never had done.

As she sent the photo to Natalie she couldn’t resist tagging it with “What do you think?” That caught her short - she had been naked in the school for perhaps an hour, longer than any other time she could think of in her life (a long luxurious bath coming the closest), long enough that she could actually joke about her nudity? She knew she wasn’t an exhibitionist - if someone were to see her like this she would be utterly mortified. Clearly, though, she was becoming more comfortable with her own body, which was something. She wasn’t going to streak the school, but maybe at least she wouldn’t be so quick to put on clothes from now on whenever she stepped out of the shower.

Walking around the room one last time, Ellie spotted something that hadn’t been put away, a tube of something, hiding under one of the tables. It must have been knocked off and not cleaned up. Bending down, fully exposing her bare ass and vagina to the hallway door, she picked up a tube of blue acrylic paint. As she stood up again, the scrap box caught her eye - any drawing, painting, etc. that someone didn’t want to keep could be reused and possibly provide inspiration for the next person.

Pulling out a small sheet of canvas that was mostly white with only a small area painted, Ellie placed it on the nearest table. Biting her lower lip, she thought about whether she could go through with it. Her nervousness was back with a vengeance as she opened the tube with trembling fingers and, after a moment of hesitation, squirted out just a little directly on each of her rock hard nipples and then a little more. She used two fingers to spread the paint around so that it first covered her aereolas and then the rest of each breast, adding paint as necessary. Putting the tube down, she positioned the canvas just so, and then leaned over it, pressing her bare breasts against the cloth. The slight texture excited her nipples more than she expected and she shivered, goosebumps running down her naked body.

After a moment, she slowly pulled back, using her hands to hold the canvas in place. She looked down at her handiwork. If you knew what the “medium” was, you could see the painted image of her breasts, with a darker circle in the middle of each. Without knowing, the observer might wonder.

That was fine with Ellie - she didn’t want to leave anything too suggestive, but the thought of leaving an artistic image of her breasts for someone to find later, especially one that couldn’t be tied back to her, gave her a thrill she had never experienced before.

Replacing the tube of paint, she went to wash her hands, however she couldn’t wash her breasts in the same art sink, given the size and position of the faucet; she wasn’t concerned as she could just shower whenever she got home.

A small part of Ellie’s mind was screaming at her to stop pressing her luck, to get her things and go home. She had been naked in the building for over an hour, however, and with each passing moment she felt more and more alive. It was like an addiction - the euphoria had increased, and so had her sense of invincibility. The rush drove her to want more, and so she left the art room, carelessly leaving the door open as she headed further down the Arts hall. Being the good girl that she was, she had never used actual drugs and so hadn’t thought it all the way through, what happens when the high wears off…