Janice's Naked Journal

** All characters mentioned or named in this story are 18+ years old. **

Tuesday, April 29

I put my diplomas and a couple other things in my Jeep. Then Brent followed me to the school. There was no doubt that word of my turning in my notice had spread. So, I was prepared for conversations and questions from coworkers. My first period senior Calculus students were arriving and taking their seats. Jack, and the naked Sam arrived together. Jack said, "Nice new car Ms. Butler."

I smiled, " Thank you, Jack."

After the bell, I stood from behind my desk by the whiteboard as the applause, hoots and comments continued. I took my bow, and the day started. My morning classes went well.

After the bell, the start of the lunch period, the 'Nude for Knowledge' group arrived, now up to nine girls. First thing they asked, "It's true, you won't be teaching here next year?"

I nodded, "Yeah, afraid so. I'll be teaching at BASU, and working on my Doctorate."

Another asked, "So, this group, with 12 girls in the junior class ready to join next year, will need a new teacher as a sponsor?"

I answered, "That's true." Then Ms. Simpson, who teaches senior English and literature maybe three doors down right by the lobby, stepped in the classroom, "Ahh, I kinda volunteered."

Tall with a mostly slender body, black short wild styled hair, long legs and at least D-cup boobs. I looked at her, "You're volunteering to be the nude teacher and their sponsor?"

She nodded, "Yeah." The girls applauded her. She continued, "Could you ease me into it. You know, like you did?"

I nodded, "If that'll help, I'd be glad too. Stop by my classroom before first period from now on." She nodded. I added, "Only short skirts or short dresses from now on."

She nodded, "This is going to be fun."

I smiled, "Yeah. We'll keep it fun. Remove your panties." She lifted her skirt enough to get hold of her panties and pulled them down until they dropped to her feet.

That's when Ms. Kang stepped in the classroom, as Ms. Simpson was handing me her panties, "Looks like we'll have another naked teacher?"

Ms. Simpson nodded, "Easing into it with a little help for fun."

Ms. Kang smiled, "When you're sure, we have a little paperwork to take care of."

I looked at Ms. Simpson, "No more wearing panties, or having panties on school grounds. That's a good start. Enough for today." Ms. Simpson joined the girls, discussing the group.

My afternoon classes went really well, all the applause, hoots and comments as usual. The students were active in problem solving, and not a question during the homework sections. After last bell, I locked the classroom and headed to my Jeep. I met Brent out there for a kiss. After removing my heels, I headed to BASU. After parking I grabbed my stuff and headed to my office.

A student stopped me. He smiled, "Let me help you with that. He grabbed the stack from me, "You're the new math instructor everyone has been talking about?"

I laughed, "How did you guess?"

He snickered, "Your awesome fashion style? Maybe?"

Once upstairs He set my stuff on my desk. I smiled, "Thank you for helping."

He had a grin, "I'll see you in class. I registered for your trigonometry class."

I smiled, "Awesome. See you there."

After he left, I looked around. I decided to hang the diplomas above where my desk butts against the wall opposite the whiteboard. I didn't take too long to hang them with the sticky tape stuff. It was the first time they'd ever been hung on a wall. I brought an empty frame, for a good photo of Brent and me, when I have one. I put it in a drawer, along with a couple other things.

I started to work on the class plans. Dividing the board in half, I started on freshman Basic Calculus. I started with lessons one and two the first class, two a day, until the fifth class. It was pop quiz and one lesson. The same two lessons per class with the sixth through ninth classes, then the tenth class a pop quiz and one lesson. I just kept going, mid-term exam on the fifteenth day, two more pop quizzes, a review day for the twenty-ninth class, and the final exam on the thirtieth and final class.

I took a break and headed down to the vending area off the first floor lobby. I bought a cold bottle of water. Starting back, a student smiled, "Hi Ms. Butler." It's like every student suddenly knows my name?

I replied, "Hello." Then back up to my office, I started laying out the accelerated lesson plan for the sophomore Trigonometry class. I started to lay it out similarly. It was close. Going by the subject matter in the lessons, I had a half class review on the class before the mid-term. The same before the final exam.

Pleased with my plan, I got on my BASU iPad and went to messaging. I sent one to Mr. Grainger, 'Hi Mr. Grainger. Would you be available to go through my lesson plan schedule for my upcoming classes? Say Thursday, sometime after 4:00pm? I would prefer to meet in my office if that'd be okay? Thanks -- Janice'

I looked at campus news, also available on the student side of the portal. About six little news blurbs down, dated Monday, I saw why students seemed to know my name, 'You may have spotted her on campus. You may have even spoken with her. But if you spot a naked woman on campus, no worries. Welcome Ms. Janice Butler, our new instructor for the Math Department. And yes, she never wears clothes. Ms. Butler, how about an interview?' The byline was Sarah Bergman.

I went to messaging, and started typing her name in. At 'Sara' her name popped up as a selection. I started on a message, 'Hi Sarah. I'm totally up for doing an interview. When, is the question? - Janice'

She replied in less than a minute, 'Awesome? Are you on campus now? - Sarah'

I replied, 'I am. 348 in the Math Administration building.'

I awaited a reply, but a few minutes later she knocked on my door frame, "Hi. I'm Sarah."

I waved her in, "Janice. Nice to meet you."

She put her phone on my desk, "I hope it's okay to record the interview? I don't want to make a mistake working off of notes."

I nodded, "Totally fine."

She asked, "So, what's your background in education and then teaching?"

I went through my university background, majors and degrees. Then I explained, "Right out of college, even with my Masters, public schools were the only ones making offers. I was lucky, ending up at Sunny Glen, one of the top public high schools in the Bay area."

She asked, "And you taught high school naked?"

I nodded, "It started as a suggestion from a student. I only taught seniors." Then I went into student attentiveness, participation, and performance, "The school board quickly approved of the idea."

She asked, "And how did you end up here at BASU?"

I went through the teacher of the year award. The TV interviews, and how I received offers, and more offers, "This is the only interview request I replied, that interested me. The curriculum, the top notch rating, I came in for the interview. It was me, like this, but with heels. I think it was expected I show up naked. I accepted the offer. I'm moving in slowly. And, I'm so excited."

She asked, "Some will want to know, single, married, in the market?"

I laughed, "In a serious relationship with a great man. Yeah, totally taken."

She had a few more questions, and we were done, except, "How about a picture, like, out front?"

I smiled, "Sure. I'm ready to head out anyways."

Out front, I set my bag down and posed by the sign, just holding my badge. She took a few pics, "Anything you don't want shown?"

I laughed, "No reason to hide anything."

She thanked me. Then we shook hands before I headed to my Jeep.

Brent had dinner waiting for me. I ate while I got started grading homework and telling him about my interview at the same time. He grinned, "That's what took so long. I knew you were close on the lesson plans."

I nodded, "Left a message with Mr. Grainger. I asked about meeting Thursday." I finished my grading, and a glass of wine. Then we were ready to head upstairs for our nighttime routines. Brent was waiting in the bed when I came out of the bathroom.

I straddled him, then leaning over, gave him a long passionate kiss. Then another, and another longer deeper kiss. Then I lowered myself onto his hard dick. I slowly rocked and stroked as I gave him another long passionate kiss. I'd speed up, then slow down, riding my waves trying not to go over the edge. He was groaning.

When his dick twitched, I picked up the pace, letting out a long scream slammed by an immense orgasm. I felt his shots of hot cum blasting deep inside me, then started breathing again. I collapsed on top of him, "That was intense."