Naked in School

Chapter 2

The crowd of freshmen stood there in front of us, staring.  I was completely
naked (I didn't even have socks and shoes on when my roommate shoved
me out of my room), clutching my student ID in my hand, and my body was
flush, from head to toe.  My cock was still standing straight out, rock
hard, and bobbing slightly.  The last bit of spooge was dripping from
the end.  And Sally, a girl I just met 20 seconds ago, had gobs of my
love juice on her t-shirt and chin.

Finally, someone broke the silence.  "Woo-hoo, way to go, bro!"  It was
Chad, one of the guys from my floor I had met a few hours ago.  "You
got her GOOD!"

The rest of the kids started applauding.  Sally and I just stood there,
 embarrassed.  I was intensely aware of my nudity, and would have given
anything for even the tiniest scrap to cover myself with.

Finally, Sally started laughing.  She seemed to realize the humor of
our situation.  At the time, I didn't think it was very funny.  She wiped
her chin off with her hand, and wiped her hand off on her shorts.   Then
she took my hand and walked me through the crowd, towards the building
doors.

"Hey, um... what's your name again?" Chad asked me.

"Todd."

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"It's a long story," I replied.  "I have to be naked."

"What is it, some kinda religious thing?" asked Chad.

"I'll tell you about it later," I said.

Chad, along with the rest of the pack of freshmen, got into the elevators,
 leaving Sally and me alone at the doors to Wagner Hall.  I froze, unable
to move any further, despite Sally's attempts to lead me outside by the
hand.

"You're going to have to leave the building sooner or later," said Sally.

"I'd really prefer later," I said.  

Just then, a girl walking in gave me an angry look.  "Put some clothes
on, you perv!"  She sort of averted her eyes from me as she walked past.
 Another girl saw me and just shrieked out loud, running to the elevators.

"You see," I said.  "This is what I have to look forward to."

"Eh, they'll get used to it," said Sally.  "I mean, if it's some kind
of university program, I assume that's the whole point.  Are you the
only one who has to go nude?"

"There's also a freshman girl, supposedly."

"How long do you have to stay naked?" she asked.  "Is it just for today?"

"I can't wear any clothes the entire semester," I said.

"The whole semester?  Naked?  Oh, you poor thing."  She put her arm around
my waist.  "Well, I'm going to help you.  I'm sure you're going to get
lonely and all.  And since I kinda embarrassed you in front of everyone,
 I think it's the least I can do."

Sally's comfort was what made it bearable to take that giant step outside.
 We walked over to the commons, only a block away.  There were gasps,
 screams from women, mock whistles from guys, and just general staring
the whole time.  Somehow, though, with my newfound friend, it wasn't
so bad.  Sally became my clothing.  I didn't feel quite so exposed, or
quite so vulnerable.  In fact, I was starting to feel good.  It was turning
into one of those warm, sticky evenings, where everyone's clothes just
clang to them, sweat-drenched.  I had air flowing around my entire body,
 allowing my sweat to evaporate.  It felt really, really nice.  "Well,
 if I have to do this, I might as well enjoy it," I said to myself. 
Also, since I had gotten off twice already today, I wasn't feeling so
sexually needy, and my penis remained nice and flaccid.  For some reason
I felt less exposed than if I were walking around with a boner.

We walked into the commons building, where the cafeteria was, and then
into the cafeteria itself.  All conversation came to an abrupt halt.
 A couple of people immediately grabbed their cell phones.

"What if they call the police?" Sally asked, worried.

"They repealed all of the indecent exposure laws in the city.  I suppose
the police will just tell them there's nothing they can do about it,"
I said.  I tried to comfort myself with this fact, but the idea of squad
cars arriving with sirens blazing and lights flashing, and several uniformed
officers pinning me to the floor as they handcuffed me, gave me shivers.
 Either that or it was just that the cafeteria was air conditioned.

We got in line, and I grabbed a tray, glad to have something to hide
my privates with.  It was still the dinner rush, and it seemed to take
forever for the line to move.  Everyone around us in line kind of kept
their distance.  We finally got to the food.  None of it looked particularly
appealing, but I was hungry.  I got the roast beef with mashed potatoes
and gravy.  A side of carrots.  And a salad.  The whole time, all of
the cafeteria ladies (most of them in their sixties) didn't say anything,
 and served me food, but gave me dirty looks.   Except for the last lady.

"I think you're being very brave about this," she whispered to me.  "I
know it can't be easy for you."

"Thanks," I replied.  I guess some people had been "debriefed" regarding
the Program.

Sally and I found an empty table and sat down.  She wanted to know everything
about the Program, so I told her what I had learned from the handbook.
 About ending sexual repression and becoming a more open and accepting
society.  After her barrage of questions, I finally got to ask about
her.  Sally came from out of state, like me.  She had a more-or-less
sheltered upbringing, having been home-schooled until the 9th Grade.
 When she got to high school she had a hard time fitting in.  The cliques
had already formed, and she was too shy to make her way into any of them.
 She said that she was slow to develop socially, but she did finally
come out of her shell senior year.  She had a boyfriend, and a few good
buddies.  She broke up with her boyfriend before heading off to college,
 since they would be so far apart.  He was just going to the local tech
school.  Sally came to State because she thought that a large school
would help her to develop more socially, and become more outgoing.  They
also had an excellent music program.  She wanted to major in vocal performance.

"Well, you certainly seemed pretty outgoing in the elevator," I said.
 Then I blushed a deep red, thinking I had just said a stupid, insensitive
thing.

"It was something about seeing a naked guy," she said.  "With you so
exposed, I felt like I could be outgoing too.  If that makes sense. 
I figured opportunities like this don't come around often, and I'm really
trying to make an effort to grow as a person."

I realized that what I said wasn't so bad.  I started to relax.  We had
a pleasant dinner, even though every so often some kids would walk into
the cafeteria, stare at me, whisper to one another, and leave.  No one
else sat at our table.  Or anywhere near us, for that matter.  I started
to feel like I was merely an exhibit, not a person to meet and befriend.
 I started to become very grateful for Sally.  She was the only person
I had met since leaving my room naked who treated me with respect and
dignity.

As we left the commons, I felt the warm evening air caress my body. 
There was something almost liberating about being outside with no clothes
on - not even shoes and socks.  "If I it weren't for all these people
around gawking and staring, I might want to take a long stroll like this,
" I thought to myself.  But I wasn't exactly ready for that in the middle
of a crowded city.

We got back up to the 5th floor without incident, and it was then that
I realized that I didn't have my keys.  We walked down to my room, and
I found it locked.  Howard must have been out.

"Shit." I said, wondering what to do now.

"Well," said Sally, running her hand up and down my back, "we could always
hang out in my room."

We walked down the other wing to 503.  "Sally O'Sullivan and LaKeisha
Washington," read the sign on her door.  Sally unlocked the door and
we entered.  LaKeisha wasn't there, so we had the room to ourselves.
 She locked the door behind us.

More new territory for me.  I was alone in a room with a girl for the
first time (the time in Michelle's room hardly counted).  Our dinner
together was almost like a date.  Oddly enough, this made me much more
apprehensive than the fact that I was nude.  I started to feel like I
might lose my meal.  Sally looked into my eyes.  She had the cutest button
nose, a pixy haircut, and a few freckles across her face.

What I didn't notice was that Sally's hands were shaking as she grabbed
the bottom of her t-shirt.  "I guess I ought to get undressed too," she
said.  "It seems only fair."

"You don't have to," I said, putting my hand on her shoulder.

She drew closer to me, "It's just, seeing you able to walk around naked.
 It's so bold; it stirs something up inside of me.  I want to be able
to show myself off too.  I envy you."

I couldn't believe anyone could POSSIBLY envy my situation.  While I
pondered this, Sally embraced me.  Her whole body was trembling.  She
got on her toes and reached up to plant her lips on mine.

Fireworks went off.  I felt like my spirit was being lifted out of my
body, and was floating around the room.  This was my first real kiss.
 Not the obligatory, brief, good night peck of a prom date.  Our tongues
were dancing around one another.  This was real passion.  Better than
any orgasm I had ever had.  I didn't know anything could feel better
than orgasm, but this did.  For the first time in my life, I realized
that passion and sex were two separate, distinct things.

Not that I didn't also have the hard-on of a lifetime, mind you.

"Take off my shirt," Sally said.  I did, gladly.  She had a simple bra
covering her breasts.  I then carefully unbuttoned and unzipped her denim
shorts, which she stepped out of.  She certainly was no swimsuit model,
 but she was shapely, with wide hips in comparison to her waist, and
a slight "crease" across her belly.

It occurred to me that I might actually lose my virginity.  Right there,
 right then.  Sally was almost certainly a virgin as well, judging by
the fact that she hadn't seen a penis until today.  Even though this
had been something I had been waiting for for years, and this girl was
incredibly sexy, some voice came out from somewhere inside of me.  I
surprised myself with what I said next:

"I don't think we should go all the way," I said.

"Really?  I mean, are you sure?"  Sally looked up at me with her big,
 blue eyes, which were starting to tear up.  "Why?  You don't think I'm
sexy?"

My stomach had stopped churning, and decided to tie itself up in a knot.
 I felt like someone had just punched me in the gut.  "No, no!  It's
not that.  It's just, I don't know if I can have a relationship right
now.  I mean, I'm going to be strolling around campus all semester, exposed
to everyone, and the handbook says I'm supposed to be exploring my sexuality.
 If I had a girlfriend, it would just make things complicated.  I really,
 really, like you, and if it weren't for the Program, things would be
different.  But I don't think it would work now."  I can't believe I
was saying this.  Saying I didn't want a sweet, funny, cute, sexy girl
to go with me.  Turning down two things I had waited so long for.  Part
of me wished I could play the part of the asshole, take the sex and turn
down the relationship.  But this voice inside of me was screaming at
me not to.

"Oh," she said.  She thought about things for a minute.  "I... honestly,
 I wasn't thinking about a relationship.  It's just, there's so little
I've done.  With Roy back in high school, we only got to second base.
 I just wanted to get experience, and, well, eating dinner with a naked
guy wanted me to get that experience even more."

I felt very relieved.  "I want to get experience, too.  I think you should
know..."  I said this as if admitting to being a convicted felon: "I'm
a virgin too.  I haven't even gotten to second base."  I actually hadn't
even been to first base, but I felt like I had exposed enough of myself
for now.

Sally embraced me, wrapping her bare arms around my naked waist, and
resting her head against my chest.  I felt skin-on-skin contact all over
my body, and my erection returned in full force.  It started pressing
against her belly.

"Ooh!  I think you want to play, don't you?" Sally said as she looked
up at me, grinning.  "Why don't you get me out of these awful clothes?"

I started kissing her, first on the lips, then I started to work my way
across her cheek, and down her neck.  All the time I was trying to figure
out how to unclasp her bra.  I stopped kissing her so I could focus attention
on the clasp, but still I couldn't figure it out.

"It's ok," Sally said.  "It took Roy about five tries before he figured
it out."  She reached behind her back and undid the clasp.  "How did
she do that, and without even looking?" I asked myself.  The bra suddenly
lost its tension, and the only thing holding it on to her chest was our
embrace.  She stepped back from me, and let the undergarment slip off
to the floor.

As I said earlier, her boobs were big for someone her size.  Her areolas
were very light pink, but the nipples themselves were a darker shade.
 She most likely didn't spend much time in the sun, as she was pale all
over.  Her lower arms and legs did have some freckles, though.

"Why don't we get more comfortable," Sally said, as she lay down on her
back, on the lower bunk.  She still had her panties on, but I could see
little tufts of hair peeking out of the sides.  I situated myself on
top of her, more or less.  It was a little bit awkward, as the bed was
very narrow and didn't give us much room.  

My cock slid between her legs as I began to kiss her passionately, running
my hands over her body.  Finally, I got to her breasts.  I really didn't
know what to do, having never handled tits before.  I gently grabbed
them in my hands and started to massage them.

"Ohhh," she moaned.  "That feels good.  Play with my nipples."  I started
to stroke her nips with my thumbs, and felt them stiffen.  They had to
be about a quarter of an inch thick, and just as tall, as they stood
at attention.  "Almost like two miniature cocks," I thought to myself.

"Yes, oooh, yes, pull on them!" she said.  I wasn't sure how I hard I
should do it, so I held them gently in my thumb and index finger, and
gave them a slight tug.  "Harder, pull on them harder!"  I held them
a little bit more firmly, as I pulled and stroked them.  "Yes, yes, like
that!"  As I was playing with her nipples, I started kissing her again.
 I worked my kisses down her neck, and moved my whole body slowly down
hers, while keeping my hands on her breasts.  Finally, I let go of her
boobs and moved my hands further down her body.  I kissed her left breast
and started licking and sucking on her nipple.

"Oh, oh that feels so gooood!" Sally purred.  I moved my kissing and
sucking over to her right tit.  She started moaning more loudly, crying
out in her crystal-clear soprano voice.

"Kiss... Me... Lower..." she said, between breaths, which were getting shorter.
 I moved my mouth down from her chest, down to her belly, while I worked
my hands under her to grab her ass.  "Oh, fuck yes!" she said, catching
me off-guard.  I knew we were making out and all, but I honestly didn't
expect that word to come out of her mouth.  I kneaded my fingers into
her ass as I kissed her lower and lower.  I began kissing her just above
her panties.  Then I moved to her inner thighs.  There was a strange,
 exotic aroma coming from inside there; something I had never smelled
before.  It made my cock stiffen even more.

I ran my tongue up and down her inner thighs.  "Oh, oh my god yes, oh,
 Todd, oh Todd!  Fuck.  Fuck!  You're getting me so WET!"  She could
barely get the words in between breaths.  "Strip... my panties off... now!"

Who was I to argue with an order like that?  She lifted her hips off
of the bed, and I slid her underwear down her legs.  I tossed them across
the room, and they landed on the computer monitor on the far wall.  Sally
was now as naked as I was.  She had thin, light brown pubic hair around
her pink slit.  The hair was glistening with moisture, and her pussy
had opened up slightly.  

This was the promised land.  The thing all straight guys dream of.  An
open pussy, right in front of me.  At this point I was kneeling on the
bed, viewing her in all her glory.  I ran a finger up and down her slit.
 It was wet and slick.  I slipped a finger inside, feeling around until
I found the entrance to her vagina.  She squirmed and moaned, loudly.
 Her eyes were clenched shut, and her mouth was open, an expression of
pure ecstasy on her angelic face.

My finger couldn't make its way very far in.  I realized that this must
be her hyman.  At this point, I wanted so badly to give her pleasure,
 and I was afraid of what it would feel like for her, breaking her maidenhead.
 Instead, I wanted to give her something else, something I knew women
loved.  I lowered my head between her legs, kissing her inner thighs.
 I would work my way up one leg, to her crotch, and down the other.

"Oh, fuck yes, fuck yes," she cried out.

Then I parted the hair away from in front of her pink lips and ran my
tongue up and down her slit.  It had a strong, unique, tangy flavor.
 It took me by surprise, but I didn't mind it.

"Oooohhhhhhh, ohmygod ohmygod..."  She was now panting.  She wrapped her
legs around my head, pinning me there.  I started to probe deeper inside,
 finding more of that curious taste.  Sally kept moaning, louder and
louder.  "Oh, Todd, this feels so gooooood, I... I've never felt anything
like this!  Don't stop, oh PLEASE don't stop this!"  I reached my hands
up to grab her tits, while at the same time moving my tongue in and out,
 feeling around with it.  When I licked her near the top of her slit,
 she arched her back and clamped her thighs around my head.  She grabbed
my hair and started to tug at it.

"Yes! yes! yes! yes! yes! yes! YES!..." she kept shouting.  I knew I must
have hit a good spot.  I pressed my tongue into it, rubbing it like crazy.

I felt her whole body shake.  I had to hold on to her legs to steady
myself.  She let out a series of screams, higher and higher, until she
hit a note most opera divas would be proud of.  It was loud, long, and
piercing.  I was sure every light bulb in the room was going to shatter.
 The entire campus must have heard her.  I kept pressing my tongue into
her as she kept screaming and screaming.

Finally, after what must have been two minutes, she started to relax.
 She released my head from her grip, and I scooted up to lie next to
her.  It was only then that I realized that while she was coming, I came
as well.  Without anyone even touching my rod.  I had left a small puddle
on the bed sheets.

"Was that good?" I asked, with a big smile on my face.

"I didn't think it was possible to feel that good.  I felt like my whole
body was going to fly to pieces!"  She was glowing, from head to toe.

"Have you ever had a, you know..."

"...an orgasm?" she finished my question.  "I only thought I had," she
said, grabbing me and holding me close to her.  "Until now."

We kissed passionately once more, and rested in each other's arms.