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Chapter 50:
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Over the next week the preparations for the stage and the catwalk had been finalized, just in time for the warm spring sun to make its first true appearance.
The show was held on a Saturday morning. Lots of flyers and pamphlets had been handed out as advertisement—each one hand drawn and lettered by a group of girls from House Lily—but in the end advertisement wasn't necessary. Virtually the whole school showed up, gathering in the courtyard around the catwalk, talking excitedly, some of them sitting in trees for better views. All of them dressed in black robes and black panties but maybe not for much longer. Soon there might be a new uniform and they couldn't wait to see what it would be.
Toward one end of the courtyard was a long table covered in a white tablecloth. In the center sat the headmistress, Andromeda Black, hands folded, dark hair in its usual bun and her massive breasts cupped in that golden bra. At the right sat her daughter, Professor Nymphadora Tonks, with her bright pink hair and pink tubetop. Of all the teachers she was the most excited and supportive of the girls, being a woman of changeful appearance herself. At the headmistress's left was Dominique Despertarse and as usual she looked bored and annoyed, feet up on the table with the shreds of her black gown draped over her fishnet stockings. Not a woman who cared much about her appearance and little empathy for those that did.
Fleur was on the panel as well, excited in her pink bikini. Professor Esme Platt was beside her and the two women were talking together about some of the outfits that Professor Platt had sneak previewed by letting Veronica and Luna use the Magical Home Economics lab these last couple weeks. Professor Vector was sitting patiently, composed and open minded. Narcissa was there as well and along with Dominique—formerly her sister Bellatrix—she was one of the least approving. As a haughty pureblood she believed strongly in tradition.
There were many girls who were against new uniforms as well but that didn't stop them attending the show. Most of them were centred around Rosalie and most of them were blondes from House Rose. Pansy was with them too, unable to go against her queen's desires, but deep down she secretly hoped they would get a new uniform. Preferably something in red. Rosalie looked so hot in red.
A separate stage had been erected over on the east side of the courtyard, on a small hill overlooking in the main catwalk, and a small band had been assembled there to play music. They too were clad in black robes and currently they were tuning their instruments, a few violins, a cello, a couple trumpets.
The models themselves were backstage, behind the curtains, and they were in an absolute tizzy of excitement and nervousness. Colourful scraps of cloths were flying around and girls were running back and forth topless and Hermione was shouting at them and trying to restore sanity while other girls were following at her heels and pestering her with questions of what order they were supposed to appear on stage. Eventually she got them settled down and soon they were putting their outfits on and doing their makeup in the mirrors, each with an entire cluster of girls in the reflections, jostling with naked breasts, bumping each other, giggling.
Most of the models had been recruited from House Violet or House Lily. Very few of them were from House Rose. One of them was Becky, Lily's young apprentice, and with her was Gabrielle. Gabrielle wasn't modelling—as a Veela it would be a little unfair—but she was there to support Becky. Becky was wearing a long flowing cape to hide her outfit and Gabrielle was doing her makeup for her. Becky's big fluffy bunny ears twitched in anxiety and finally she was able to speak as Gabrielle capped the lipstick.
"Gosh, I'm so nervous," she said to Gabrielle. "I've never been a model before."
Gabrielle smiled in all composure and adjusted Becky's cute blonde pigtails. "Relax, Becky darling," she said. "You're going to be perfect."
Becky nodded and took a breath to steel herself. Gabrielle placed a kiss on her lips.
Outside the crowd was becoming impatient. Most of them had arrived early and the show was running late. The butch girls were rowdiest and soon they were shouting. They wanted to see the girls, the horny little things. The teachers were quietly discussing things among themselves but their conversation stopped when finally a figure emerged from the curtains on the stage.
Hermione with a microphone. A cheer went up, knowing that the show was about to start. Hermione smiled at the cheer, clad in her regular black robe and black lace panties. She was hosting the show, not modelling. There was a small podium over to the side, looking over the catwalk, and Hermione went around behind it. She noticed Professor Vector among the teachers and Septima gave her a nod of encouragement. Hermione returned the nod and addressed the crowd.
"Greetings, everyone," she said into the microphone, her voice booming somewhat. "Today we are gathered here to challenge certain traditions. Traditions that seek to supress our sexuality through figure-concealing uniforms."
From the teacher's table came a loud snort.
"Figure concealing?" Dominique said to her colleagues. "What's next, total nudity?"
Professor Tonks giggled. "Sounds good to me."
Dominque rolled her eyes. Andromeda glanced at them both to be silent and Professor Tonks retrained her smile on Hermione at the podium.
"So without further ado, I bring to you the Spring Renewal Fashion Parade!" Hermione announced with a flourish. "A celebration of life and vitality where we hope a new uniform will blossom along with the new season!"
Clapping and cheering from the crowd. Silence from the blondes around Rosalie, most of them with narrowed eyes and arms folded. Although when Hermione glanced at Pansy, Pansy did smile and discreetly clap her hands a couple times.
The announcement had also been the signal for the band to play and now they began. Nothing too heavy. Just something for the models to strut too. Something firm and purposeful. Prowling music.
Some of the teachers exchanged awkward glances. A few shifted on their chairs. Dominique sighed and inspected her nails. Fleur and Professor Platt giggled to each other and Professor Tonks looked at the crowd of cheering girls and turned to her mother.
"This is going to be great," she said excitedly.
Andromeda smiled without replying and then turned back to the stage and leaned an elbow on the armrest of her chair to give the show her full attention.
Hermione grinned from the podium then waved her hand at the curtain.
"First up, is Ginny Weasley!"
The curtains flew open and out came Ginny. A loud cheer went up. Fleur clapped excitedly for her favorite student. Ginny was nervous but she concealed it well and proceeded out on to the catwalk, wearing a red croptop that bundled her breasts and a pair of tight red latex shorts with a red leather belt. Her legs were bare and on her feet was a pair of lace up boots of suede red leather. She had painted her nails red as well.
It was a fine start to the show and most of the girls liked what they saw. Even the blondes from House Rose were intrigued by the color red. The cheering continued and Ginny blushed as she came to the end of the catwalk and paused and turned to model a little bit, letting them see every inch of the outfit, especially those latex shorts that clung to every curve. The butch girls hooted, jumping up and down, and Hermione chuckled into the microphone.
"And here she is!" she went on. "No longer lost under loose fitting silk or satin, her confidence is revealed as she stalks to class in a pair of lovely red shorts that conceal nothing of her pertness. Be careful when this girl raises her hand in class!"
Ginny grinned and turned and preened her petite round ass to the teachers and gave it a provocative spank right on the back of her new red shorts.
The eyebrows of every teacher shot up. This probably wasn't quite what they had been expecting.
Fleur in particular was very excited and she waved to Ginny. Ginny gave her a sultry wink, still modelling her ass, and then she turned again and proceeded back up the catwalk. Girls continued to cheer until she disappeared behind the curtains.
Hermione gave a little round of applause too, pleased at how it was going, and then spoke again into the microphone.
"Now we have Becky Bunnyheart!"
The curtains opened again and here came Becky. A wild hooting instantly went up from the butch girls and some squeals from other girls and it was clear to see why.
Becky was topless.
Clad in nothing but pigtails and a pleated pink miniskirt, she blushed and proceeded down the catwalk. Her chest was entirely bare, the tiny bumps of her breasts exposed to the whole school, and she tried her hardest to look confident and aggressive as she paused at the end of the catwalk with a hand on her hip to model her pink frilly skirt.
The teachers only stared in disbelief but a cheer went up from the students and Hermione was thrilled at the reaction. She knew Becky's outfit would be perfect to go on second, something to shock them and get the blood pumping for the rest of the show. She chuckled into the microphone and continued with a description.
"Proudly displaying her breasts, her excitement to learn is clearly seen in the stiffness of her little pink nipples as she bounces along to class in a scandalously short miniskirt," she said. "And if you're lucky, maybe you'll get a peek at her cozy rabbit hole!"
Becky giggled and did a twirl which caused the pink little skirt to flare up and reveal that she had no panties underneath.
More wild cheering. That little glimpse of bunny hole drove them crazy. The reaction had caused Becky to giggle and blush all over her face and bare chest and she waggled her fluffy white ears for the crowd, completely cute and topless, before turning and going back down the catwalk.
The headmistress was smirking by now, enjoying the show but giving no hint if any of this was actually acceptable. Tonks was cheering along with the rest of the girls and Dominique snorted and turned to her sister Narcissa.
"This is absurd," she said, her voice half drowned by the crowd.
Narcissa nodded sternly. "I have half a mind to stand up and put an end to this charade right—"
"And now we have Draco Malfoy!"
Narcissa instantly forgot about her disapproval and smiled and craned in her chair to see what her beautiful daughter might be wearing. Dominique rolled her eyes and looked away.
The loudest cheer yet went up from the butch girls. They were camped right by the catwalk, like spectators at a stripclub, and they drummed their hands on the boards like cavemen as their favorite femme emerged from the curtains and came down the catwalk.
And the cheering became even louder when they saw what she was wearing.
Or what she wasn't wearing.
Draco giggled at the reception and continued down the catwalk with a pluck in her step. The only thing she was wearing was a loose shawl of embroidered skyblue silk around her shoulders. That was all. The shawl was clasped at her collar with a golden brooch and it was only barely long enough to drape over her breasts. Aside from that she wore nothing. No pants, no shorts, no skirt. No panties. The rest of her body, from waist to hips to legs, was utterly naked.
Aside from a pair of kneehigh boots, of course. Skyblue, like the shawl.
The crowd went crazy at the sheer audacity of this and none more than the butch girls, Millicent loudest of all. The blondes from House Rosalie were highly affronted to see their House Mate so scandalously dressed—and in blue too—and they snorted and crossed their arms even as they snuck peeks at Draco's naked butt as she went by. The teachers were once again stunned into disbelief.
Hermione grinned at the reaction and spoke into the microphone.
"Airily attired in babyblue, this young lady is so eager to get to class that all she could throw on was a loose shawl and pair of boots," she said. "Nothing is going to stop Draco Malfoy from getting to class on time, that's for sure!"
More cheers. Draco smiled and twirled on the spot at the end of the catwalk so that everyone could get a good look at her. She was tingling in her lowerparts from so many eyes on her. She couldn't believe she was out here in front of the school with her naked butt revealed to everyone and all her legs and even her excited vagina. Incredible amounts of skin were visible and it all tingled under those hundreds of eyes.
Narcissa laughed at how much of her daughter was revealed up there and she clapped a couple times. She was unable to not be supportive of anything her daughter wanted and she was thrilled to see Draco having fun, showing off her body and being proud of it. She had always known that Draco was supposed to be a girl, not the boy she'd been born as, and she was so happy that her daughter had found not only acceptance of self but acceptance of the whole school.
Draco noticed her mother there and gave her a quick wave. Millicent was reaching over the catwalk to grab at Draco's leg but Draco giggled and scooted away and waggled her finger to tell her handsome girlfriend off. The butch girls laughed at Millicent and Millicent grinned and Draco turned and went back down the catwalk with a sultry roll in her sumptuous pale buttocks and disappeared behind the curtain.
The next girl to come out was Veronica.
"Next up is the purplehaired beauty Veronica!" Hermione announced.
More ribald cheering. The show only seemed to get better and better.
Veronica was one of the confident models and she stalked out on the catwalk as if it were what she had been designed to do, clad first and foremost in confidence and purpose and over that a kinky bikini-like ensemble of tight purple material.
The outfit was a perfect flattery to her impressive figure and her purple hair. Nothing was explicitly exposed like the previous two models but rather her nipples and pussy were only so barely concealed that it seemed to provoke the imagination even more. The bikini top was tight against her tits, keeping them bundled but jiggly, and the micro bikini bottom was the smallest possible triangle of frilly purple fabric, hugging her pussy with hipbands of purple string slung over her generous hips.
Almost nothing was covered at all and the outline of her figure was glorious. Wide hips, long legs. Incredible tits. Flat tummy and delicate navel. She stalked out to the end of the catwalk in a pair of heeled purple sandals—purple polish on her toenails—and paused there to cock a hip and smirk into the crowd sexily while the crowd went crazy with horniness.
Hermione, behind the podium, chuckled in agreement with their rowdiness. "That's right, ladies," she said. "Swaggering from class to class in this daring ensemble, Veronica Vanderlock is clearly a young woman who wants full marks. Watch out, teachers. She'll do anything for a good grade!"
Veronica then levelled a big sexy wink at the headmistress and all the other teachers. Most of the teachers were staring. Some gulped and closed their legs to try and restrain the throbs between them. Professor Platt was fanning herself and Professor Tonks had her hands cupped to her mouth to shout out catcalls.
Dominque, sitting there blackhaired and blank faced, just shook her head. "This is ridiculous."
Andromeda was sitting beside her in much the same attitude as before, composed and smirking, and now she glanced at her sister. "Let them have their fun, sister dear," she said. "My decision was made before the show even started."
Dominque frowned at that and didn't know how to interpret it. Andromeda smirked and turned back to the stage.
Veronica was heading back up the catwalk, in her g-string bikini, parading her glorious tanned ass in a sultry strut that rolled the soft flesh there. The crowd gave her more cheers as she disappeared behind the curtain and then seconds later came Luna.
Luna was a little more covered than any of the others but that only made her more adorable. The cheer that went up was quite wholesome and Luna's smile was wholesome as well as she made her way down the catwalk in an outfit that was white and gold and pretty as the sunrise.
The top was white with gold lace trim and it had sleeves off the shoulder, leaving those shoulders exposed. The sleeves were wide and blousy and they came all the way to her fingers. The hem of the top was lacy and it left most of her midriff revealed. Around her waist was a skirt of lace and gold that was split directly up the front to reveal a pair of gold panties that glimmered in the sun. After that her legs were entirely bare—long and milky—until the endless exposed skin came to her shoes, which were delicate little gold boots with nice medium heels.
Together with her long hair of pale gold she looked like some kind of princess, a vision of innocence and loveliness that did contain within her untold sexiness. The outfit was decorated with intricate gold embroidery and even a few gemstones. Extreme care had gone into the construction of that outfit and while perhaps it wasn't that practical for mass production as a uniform it was clearly a labor of love from Veronica to Luna. Of all the outfits they'd seen so far this was truly the most spectacular.
Hermione was at her podium and she acted surprised to see Luna there. "Ah, Luna! There you are. Clearly a very bright young woman, Luna shines like the sun as she heads to class in a dazzling yellow gold outfit that showcases both her enthusiasm to learn and her sumptuous milky white body. She only hopes she won't be too distracting to her teachers as she sits attentively in the front row."
Laughter from the crowd and even a few chuckles from the teachers. Professor Tonks was clapping and even Professor Malfoy provided a polite round of applause.
The blondes of House Rose had loosened up a little by now although they still wore frowns of disapproval. Rosalie however did admire Luna's outfit. It was very regal and princess-ish. Something she could wear herself. If the uniforms had to be changed, she would probably like something like that. Pansy really loved the outfit too and by now she was just cheering and clapping along with everyone else, not caring what her other blonde friends thought.
Luna had paused at the end of the catwalk, turning this way and that, and then she turned again and went back behind the curtain. Next out was Daphne.
And wow.
Squeals went up, the butch girls almost fainting. It sounded like half the school was orgasming in their panties. Daphne was usually a quiet girl, not prone to displaying her body, but the outfit she was modelling simply dripped of sexuality.
It was basically nothing but lingerie. Black lace. Her breasts were held in a sexy see-through bra with the black lace stencilled against those round white globes. A matching g-string of see-through black lace decorated her vagina. Around her waist was a black lace garterbelt and the garterstraps were attached to a pair of black stockings that came to midthigh. On her feet was a pair of black pumps. Spike heeled.
The crowd was going crazy and a bolt of horniness had struck Daphne at the reception. A blush engulfed her face and she proceeded down the catwalk with a hand on her hip and a throbby sensation between her legs. As a shy bookworm known mostly for her intelligence she was quite unused to parading herself in front of a rabid crowd with nothing covering her body but sexy black lace.
Hermione rode the momentum of the crowd and waved her hand. "And here comes Daphne Greengrass! A pureblood witch of noble lineage, Daphne exudes superiority as she heads to class in delicate black lace. But don't let her air of dominance fool you. She can very be obedient for her teachers!"
Daphne smiled at that, hand on her hip, and winked for the teachers. Professor Platt was quite overwhelmed and Fleur was smiling proudly and even Dominque now sported a grudging blush on her face at this point. She did like black.
Rosalie had to admit she liked this one as well. At least it was black, albeit very decedent. By now the blondes had gone rather quiet. They still had their arms folded but they couldn't hide the desire and envy in their eyes.
The crowd was so loud and rowdy that Hermione could hardly even hear the band. Daphne was headed back behind the curtain and when the next model came out Hermione had to speak very loudly into the microphone.
"And now we have Lady Carmilla Karnstein!"
Screams of attraction went up, high pitched and losing control. Carmilla had emerged from the curtain, darkhaired and proud, and she set out down the catwalk in an outfit purely of shiny red leather.
Red leather panties with a zip, red leather bra. Red leather boots that were thighhigh and equipt with heels so tall and skimpy that it was a wonder she could even walk. Her pale breasts were hiked up to a pair of incredible swells and her voluptuous white ass was covered by nothing but a strip of red leather between the cheeks.
At this Rosalie's mouth dropped as her eyes raked over the outfit. Red. Leather.
She wanted it.
The rest of the blondes were highly intrigued by now as well, biting their lips to keep from cheering along with everyone else, and Pansy grinned at Rosalie and clapped along. Rosalie snorted once, only barely smiling, and then looked at Carmilla again.
Carmilla had come to the end of the catwalk and she was posing her half-naked form. Pale and gorgeous, with dark hair and a supernatural body, she was a vision of devilish sexiness in all that tight red leather.
Hermione was beginning to get heated too but she managed to continue with the presentation. "Clad head to toe in crimson leather, this little demoness may look like she has nothing left to learn, but as her outfit clearly demonstrates, Lady Karnstein will always hunger for more. Education, that is!"
Laughter, clapping. Carmilla smiled her luscious red smile, tilting her hip a few times, and then she turned and sauntered back down the catwalk and through the curtain. Hermione grinned because she knew exactly who was next.
"Up next is our final and most special entry," she announced through the microphone. "Please welcome Lily Potter!"
Cheers went up before she even emerged and then the crowd burst out laughing as Lily actually came out.
She was naked.
Utterly naked.
The only thing she wore was a smile and a visible air of horniness as she giggled and came down the catwalk, strutting in a pair of black high heels but otherwise completely exposed to the whole school. Ass, tits, legs. Everything. Her entire body. Every tight little inch of it, including the cleft between her legs.
It was the perfect outfit for her and even some of the teachers were laughing, especially Fleur and Nymphadora. The butch girls were going rabid, pounding on the boards like animals, but the blonde girls from House Rose had clammed up again, turning their noses up and snorting in jealousy as Lily continued to the end of the catwalk.
Hermione giggled into the microphone and waved her hand. "That's right, ladies! Lily Potter is so committed to her schoolwork that she doesn't even need a uniform! As soon as she hops out of bed, all she wants to do is get to class. No time to bother with clothes! Equally prepared for Arithmancy or Lesbomancy, Lily Potter will allow nothing to interfere with her education!"
Lily was smiling bright, naked and stiff nippled at the end of the catwalk. She waved a little bit and blew a few kisses and then turned and winked at Hermione before proceeding back down the catwalk and through the curtain.
The crowd was still going nuts, cheering and talking loudly about which outfits they liked best. Hermione wiped her fevered forehead with the back of her wrist and then took a deep breath and raised the microphone.
"And that concludes our Spring Renewal collection," she said, mainly addressing the teachers now. "Thank you for watching, and we hope we've given you something to consider. It's not our intention to disrespect tradition, but merely to liven things up a bit. From this very broad selection—thanks to Veronica and Luna's sewing skills—we hope you'll be able to select a new uniform for us that fits with both the traditions of Salem and the needs of the students."
Cheers of approval from the crowd. All aside from the blondes who only muttered grudgingly to themselves. Hermione cleared her throat and then waved a hand toward the curtain.
"And now I'd like all our lovely models to come out here for one final evaluation!"
The band started playing again and one by one the girls came out in the same order they had first appeared. Ginny in her red croptop and ass-hugging latex shorts. Becky in her pleated pink miniskirt and toplessness. Draco in her skyblue shawl that covered only her breasts and left the rest of her visible. Veronica in her tiny purple bikini. Luna in her long sleeved outfit of lace and gold panties. Daphne in her black lingerie and high heels. Carmilla in her red leather. And finally Lily Potter in nothing at all but a pair of pumps that gave her an even lustier air.
One by one they proceeded down the catwalk for final appraisal, a column of girls in sexy shoes and scanty outfits, smiling while the crowd showered them with applause, and then they made a line in front of the curtain like how actors bow after a play. They stood very close together, shoulder to shoulder, and some had arms around each other's waists, breasts brushing, hips touching. A glorious gallery of tits and legs and bras and midriffs and skirts and shorts and leather and lingerie, all in a row while the crowd clapped and cheer.
As the crowd finally settled down so did the band. Eventually the courtyard went silent aside from the conversation between packs of girls.
The teachers were quietly arguing among themselves and it was clear who approved and who disapproved. Dominique didn't seem to be swayed in the least and apparently she still thought it was all nonsense. Fleur on the other hand was very approving. Professor Vector seemed to put forth her approval as well.
The only teacher that said nothing was the headmistress herself. She was still sitting there at the center of the table and she was gazing at the models all lined up in their outfits. She hardly seemed to be listening to her colleagues at all.
Hermione didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She was still standing behind the podium, waiting for a verdict, and she glanced back at her models. They seemed to be getting nervous, shifting in their high heels, nibbling at their bottom lips.
Eventually the headmistress turned to her colleagues and spoke briefly. Dominique said something back argumentatively to which Fleur seemed to rebut and finally Andromeda just waved a hand to dismiss them before rising to her feet.
All eyes turned to the headmistress. She stood there with her dark hair in a bun, her breasts in that golden brassier, sunlight glimmering on the bracups. Everyone had gone silent and when she spoke her voice was heard clearly across the courtyard.
"First of all, I would like to compliment you on the show, Miss Granger," she said. "You and all the others have done a wonderful job presenting your point of view."
A round of applause to that. Hermione smiled and all the models smiled too. The headmistress waited for the applause to quiet and then she went on.
"Unfortunately, there will be no new uniforms," she said simply.
A groan of disbelief as the breath rushed out of the crowd. Eyes went wide. Mouths dropped open. The models arranged on the stage had been standing with arms around each other's waists and now their arms drooped and fell to their sides. Hermione was stunned the most and just stood there at the podium and blinked.
The headmistress smiled at all that and then raised her voice cheerfully.
"Instead we will do away with uniforms altogether!"
The girls gasped and perked up again and the open mouths spread into smiles. Hermione giggled in relief and Lily grinned with the rest of the models and Andromeda chuckled and spoke loudly over the happy murmur running through the crowd.
"Because you're right, Miss Granger," she said. "This is an institution of creativity and expression. Therefore you girls ought to be allowed to express yourselves however you will. Henceforth there will no longer be a dress code at the Salem Institute for Witches. You may wear whatever you please, and I'm sure I speak for all my fellow faculty, when I say we can't wait to see what you come up with."
A loud cheer went up, girls jumping up and down, squealing. It was an even better outcome than they thought. They only wanted something new but no uniforms at all was a miracle. It meant they could where anything they wanted at any time—even now.
Many of the girls didn't waste any time to take advantage of this new freedom. They ripped open their robes and pulled them off. Butterfly brooches snapped off and flew through the air like real butterflies. More and more girls copied until the entire courtyard was filled with stripping girls, pulling off their robes and dropping them where they fell and then taking off their panties and throwing them up in the air like graduation hats until it was raining black lace panties all over the courtyard. Dozens of girls, hundreds, shedding their winter uniforms under the warm spring sun.
Up on the stage it was now the models who were treated to a show as the whole school broke out in a wild orgy. The band had started up again and girls were dancing with each other and grinding and fingering their friends, all of them naked aside from black high heels. A mosh pit of naked girls, soft and undulating, boobs and legs, asses, none of it covered as they danced and laughed and let out cheers. Even the blondes of House Rose had been swept up in the excitement and they were naked now too and mingling with girls from House Violet and House Lily as they let down their haughtiness and tongue-kissed whichever mouths was closest.
The models up on the stage were laughing and proceeding down the catwalk again and one by one they were snatched off the catwalk and pulled into the orgy. Draco was snatched by the butch girls and soon she was on her knees in her pretty blue shawl and eating all the pussy. Veronica had jumped directly into the melee and soon her purple bikini was ripped from her body. Becky had lifted her skirt at the edge of the catwalk, flashing her pussy, and one of the girls pulled her directly onto her face so that Becky was sitting on her shoulders with her legs wrapped around her head as she bobbed up and down above the crowd while the girl ate her out. Daphne was snatched on one side and Carmilla snatched on the other and Luna simply smiled and let herself fall backwards into the crowd for the hands to catch her and lower her gently into the orgy.
Only Hermione and Lily remained on the stage. Lily was completely naked and Hermione was the only girl in the courtyard still wearing the uniform robe.
"We did it, Lily!" Hermione cried excitedly, throwing her arms around her girlfriend.
Lily giggled and hugged her tightly but the robe was getting in the way so she released her and began to unbutton the brooch.
"Now we just have to decide what you're going to wear from now on," she said. "Hm?
Hermione smiled as Lily disrobed her, letting the robe fall to the stage. Lily then bobbed down and took off Hermione's panties as well. They were both now completely naked and they came together in a kiss, up there on the stage, while the rest of the school moaned and writhed and orgasmed under the new spring sun.
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AN: Gotta admit, I loved this one, lol.
Clothes are so much fun to write. I just hope you guys get the visuals too. I mean, it's all very clear in my own head, but maybe you guys don't see it as clearly. It's one of the downfalls of text, I guess. Pictures are worth a thousand words, especially when it's a picture of a sexy outfit, lol.
But yeah, it was a lot of fun. Not much in the way of character development, but the plot did develop a little. Uniforms are abolished, lol. Now they can all wear whatever they want. Some of them will wear the crazy stuff we just saw, but it'll be also nice to have a girl in just plain jeans for a change. Really tight jeans, of course. ;)
Okay, hope you liked it. New chapter soon. :)
