By the time lunch came Sarah felt that she was dealing well with her enforced nudity. No longer was she even pretending to be confident: she actually felt that she could deal with her punishment, especially as it was only for the next one or two days. Everyone in the convent had seen her nude, and now most of the town had too, and she had survived. She would have to think of how to deal with the Reverend Mother in future, but that was a problem that she would have plenty of time to work on.

When Jessica and Sarah worked to reorganise the pantry that afternoon all trace of a frisson between them was gone, and Sarah was grateful when Jessica sat near her at dinner time and even spoke to her once or twice. Others looked on disapprovingly and she knew that Jessica was doing as much as she dared. The warmth and gratitude she felt almost overcame her lingering embarrassment.

Prayer sessions were as solitary experiences as they had been the day before, but that was fine by Sarah: it gave her time to think, to repent, and to pray for forgiveness for the Reverend Mother. The Reverend Mother must, she thought, have been treated very badly when she was only a nun to harbour such resentment. It was a shame for her and a shame for those beneath her.

Finally, the day ended, and Sarah spent some time washing her stockings for the next day. They were thick with dust collected from town, but miraculously free of ladders. Maybe one is more careful with one’s body when naked? Sarah giggled to herself.

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Jessica’s breathing continued but Miss Ashdown felt a tremble in her stomach. “You can’t let him know that you’ve seen him in the shadows; that would ruin everything. So you decide to make the most of the opportunity that’s fallen into your lap. You decide that you’re going to give him the most passionate performance of your life and you know that, after this, he’ll be at the show tonight, and he’ll come and find you afterwards, and you’ll know that, if you want him, you can have him.”

Miss Ashdown felt Jessica’s breathing quicken: the fantasy seemed to be working. She continued.

“Now, drop your arms by your side, but keep your eyes closed. Don’t leave that auditorium and, whatever happens, don’t open your eyes until I tell you.”

Miss Ashdown took her hands off of Jessica’s torso and the student lowered her arms, keeping her eyes closed and her breathing deep. She was almost starting to drift in her imagination when she felt a pinch in the small of her back, and then Miss Ashdown’s hands pushed her unfastened bra off of her shoulders and down her arms and she heard it drop to the floor. Her breath shuddered and it was an effort of will not to open her eyes and close her arms across her chest to cover her breasts.

Jessica couldn’t remember the last time another person had seen her breasts. Her nipples hardened in response to that thought, and even more as she felt the cool air. Miss Ashdown’s voice was soft in her ear. “You can almost hear a gasp from the back of the concert hall as the object of your desire leans forwards to take in the sight of your naked chest. He can’t believe he isn’t dreaming. You want him to imagine what it would feel like to touch your skin, to feel your thin waist within his firm hands.”

Read the rest of Piano Lessons, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts