Naked In College
Chapter 5:

(Saturday morning, first weekend.)

When I came to, it was 11:30, Saturday morning.  I wasn't really sure
how much I had drunk the night before, but I was relieved that I didn't
have a hangover.  At least I think I didn't.  My head felt fine, but
I was a little woozy.  Memories of the previous day started to flood
back to me.

I ate a girl out.  Cool.

I fucked another girl.  Cool.

I got drunk.  Cool.

I have no clothes, and have to go to spend the semester naked.  Shit.

All in all, it still felt kind of nice, waking up in the raw.  I hadn't
slept nude since a sixth-grade sleepover party with a bunch of other
guys, when we made bets on who could stay naked the longest.  One guy
chickened out and put his shorts on before going to sleep, but the rest
of us stayed nude.  I didn't win, but that was the last time I had woken
up naked.

I had to pee.  I put my feet on the floor, slid out of bed, and stood
up.  Howard wasn't around.  At least that was one less thing to worry
about.  I steadied myself against the top bunk, as I was feeling a bit
dizzy.  Time to step out into the world again.  I grabbed my towel and
shower caddy, figuring I might as well get showered while I was at it.

I was able to shower without much trouble.  There was one girl at one
of the sinks putting on makeup as I got out to dry myself, but after
a brief startle she pretty much ignored me.  As I was walking back to
my room, Matt from 519 spotted me.  He was wearing a pair of boxers.
 His long, dark brown hair was a bit tangled, hanging down to the middle
of his back.

"Hey, Todd," he said.  "You doing anything right now?"

"Naw, I just got up," I replied.

"Me too.  Hey, you mind if I ask you about last night?  You seemed kinda
quiet after..." he struggled for the right words, "after, you know, with
Karen."

I didn't really want to talk about it, but then part of me did.  We stepped
into Matt's room.  Chad was still out cold on the bottom bunk.  I lay
my towel on one of the chairs, and we sat down.

"I dunno," I said.  "It just, well, it was my first time, is all."

"Awesome.  Hey, the first time is the hardest to get.  You know, the
purpose of the first time is to have a first time.  It's usually not
very fun.  The second time, however..."  He smiled.

I didn't need really need to hear someone brag about how much more experienced
they were then I was.  "Well, thanks," I said, "I think I'll be going
now.  I have a long day of public humiliation ahead of me, and I might
as well get a head start."

"No, wait," he stopped me as I was about to get up.  "I'm sorry, I'm
talking out of my ass.  I just wanted you to know that it gets better.
 That the first time's a bummer for a lot of guys.  You build up this
huge expectation, you know, you think about it constantly from the time
you're ten years old, and then it's a letdown."

That wasn't really what I was bummed about, but he did have a good point.
 "No," I said.  "That's not it.  It's just..." I was having trouble letting
this out.  I was actually fighting back tears.  "I thought it would be
more special with the girl, you know.  Karen just fucking ignored me
for the rest of the night.  I always thought I'd be able to hold the
girl afterwards, you know, be close.  Instead she made me feel like a
total dipshit, sitting there, choking down my drink."

"Ah, ok."  Matt thought about this for a moment.  "Let me ask you something.
 When you were fucking Karen, what were you thinking about?"

"What do you mean?  I was... well, I was thinking about fucking, really."

"Were you thinking about how much you were into Karen, how much you wanted
to be with her?  About how she felt?"

"Well, I..." I didn't like where he was going with this.  "It all happened
so fast.  Hey, a fucking hot blonde chick wants to do you.  You don't
really have time to think about feelings, ok?"

"Hey hey hey," Matt said.  "I'm not saying there's anything wrong with
it.  You had needs, she had needs, you know?"

"But how come..." I still wasn't getting it.

"Did you fuck her because you wanted a relationship, or did you fuck
her because she was hot and you wanted a fuck?"

I sighed.  "Because she was hot.  But that doesn't mean she has to..."

Matt stopped me, "If all you wanted was a fuck, maybe that's all she
wanted, too.  Don't you think that's fair?  Or do you have some fucking
double-standard that girls can't want sex for the sake of sex, but guys
can?"

Now I just plain felt ashamed.  I always thought of myself as an enlightened,
 liberal guy.  I mean, of course I believed in equal rights and all that.
 That men and women were equals.  I didn't like the idea that I harbored
a double-standard.  Finally, Matt was getting through to me.  I hung
my head.

"Maybe," Matt said, "she just saw that monster cock of yours and couldn't
pass up a chance to pounce on it."

"Dude!"  I didn't want some guy talking about my dick, thank you very
much.  Especially when I happened to be stark naked at the time.

"I'm just saying, size does matter, and some girls need a big, thick
one inside of them to come."

I had never really thought of it that way.  It actually made me feel
a bit proud of myself.  I guessed, having never measured myself, that
I was probably about 8 inches hard.  And fairly thick around.  I had
read somewhere that the average penis was about 5 1/2 inches.

"Just think of it this way," Matt said.  "You got to fuck an incredibly
hot chick.  From what I saw and heard, she was getting really into it.
 You obviously made her come.  You both had needs, you both satisfied
each other.  That's more than most folks can say about a random hookup."

I was beginning to feel better.

"Hey, you hungry?" Matt asked.  "I was thinking we could grab lunch.
 I know you probably want to hole up for the day, but you'd probably
feel better if you had some friends to hang out with."

I knew he was right.  My aversion to being seen publicly was overcome
by my need for companionship.  "Yeah, sure.  I've been out before, and
I'll have to go out again, sooner or later.  May as well be sooner."
 I looked over at Chad, still passed out, lying face-down on his bunk.
 There was a wastebasket next to him, full of puke.  "Think we should
wake Chad up?"

Matt took a pillow from his top bunk and threw it at Chad.  "Chad!  You
gonna wake up anytime soon?  Class starts, fifteen minutes!"

Chad rose up slowly.  "What the fuck?  It's Monday?  Shit!"

"Naw, I'm just messing with you.  It's Saturday."

"Yeah, fuck you, asshole," Chad said, collapsing face-down on the bed
once more.

Matt picked up the pillow and threw it at Chad once more.  "Todd and
I are going out to get a bite.  And you're coming with.  Well, first
you're taking a shower.  You smell like ass."  Chad just moaned into
his pillow.

"Looks like it might be a while," I said.  "I'm going to try and round
up some more folks for lunch."

**********************

I left their room and walked down to 503.  I knocked on the door.  LaKeisha
opened the door, looked at me, looked down for a brief second, and shut
the door on me.

The door opened again.  This time it was Sally.  She was already dressed
for the day.  "Hi Todd!  Sorry about my roommate.  She's... she's a bit
of a traditionalist."

"Listen, Sally," I said.  "I'm sorry about yesterday."

"Sorry?" she asked, taken aback.  "What are you sorry about?  Why do
you need to be sorry?  Yesterday was so awesome!"

"Well, the way I said goodbye."  I struggled to find the right words.
 "We shared something so special, and then I don't even hug you or kiss
you goodbye.  I just stormed out."

Sally gave me a big hug.  For the first time in quite some time, I felt
the contact of textiles against my body.  It felt rough.  "You don't
have anything to be sorry for.  I know my roommate got you ticked off;
it's ok.  I know how hard this program is for you."

I can't express how relieved that made me.  "Thanks," I said.  "So, what
did you do last night?" I asked her.

"Not a whole lot," she replied.  "I was kind of tired from moving in
and everything, so I just crashed.  So did LaKeisha.  How about you?
 Did you go to that party everyone was talking about?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Wow, all naked and everything?  What did people think?  That must have
been crazy, being naked with all those folks..."

"Actually, it was so crowded, and so many people had most of their clothes
off, that no one really noticed me," I told her.

"Did you score?" she asked.

This sort of threw me for a loop.  Part of me felt bad for having jumped
someone (ok, having had someone jump me) so soon after our encounter
yesterday.  It was the furthest either of us had gone sexually.  I didn't
know how Sally would feel about that.  Hell, I didn't even know how I
felt about it.

"I... well..." I stuttered.

"It's ok, you can tell me," she said.

"Yeah, there was this girl there, and she stripped naked and invited
me into a room with her, and... well... yeah, we did."

"Oh," said Sally.  "Well, I think... I think it's great, I mean, you're
supposed to become sexually aware and all..." she seemed to hesitate
a bit, but then collected herself.  "So, good job!  I'm really glad for
you."

"Yeah, it was... it was pretty nice," I said.  There was an awkward silence
for a moment.  "Anyway," I continued, "Some guys and me are going to
get lunch; you wanna come along?"

"Sure!  Let me get my sandals."

We didn't really say much as Sally slipped on a pair of Birkies and we
walked down to my room.  As we passed the room next to mine, the bodacious
redhead who ran into me (along with Karen) the day before, spotted us.
 Her door was open, and she was putting on makeup.  Once again, she had
a sports bra on - one that tightly hugged her ample breasts, giving her
monster cleavage.  Her nipples clearly stuck out beneath the fabric.
 She also had a pair of amazingly high-cut gray running shorts, accentuating
her wide hips beneath her thin waist.  Her stomach was completely flat,
 and she even had a bit of a "six-pack."  Her legs were very well-muscled.
 Clearly she was into physical fitness.  I suppose I was, too, as I liked
to run and lift weights regularly.

She was a few inches taller than Sally, who seemed to get suddenly uncomfortable.

"Hello, you're Todd, right?" she said.  "I'm Cheryl.  Karen told me about
your... adventure last night.  She and I are high-school friends."

"Really?"  I was seeking, so badly, some sort of affirmation or acknowledgement
from Karen.  I didn't mind at all if it came to me second-hand.  "What
did she say?"

"She mentioned your... endurance.  She said it was one of the best 'adventures'
she had ever had with a guy."

I blushed.  Sally did too, actually.

"So," she continued, "mind if I join y'all for lunch?"

"Um, not at all," I said.  I wonder if she noticed that I was staring
directly at her cleavage, and that my rock-hard erection had started
dripping onto the floor.  I didn't even notice until the three of us
walked over to Matt and Chad's room, and I started bobbing with every
step.

*****************

After Matt and Chad got back from their showers, the five of us went
for lunch.  This actually wasn't as eventful as you might think.  Word
had gotten around, at least among underclassmen dorms, that there was
a guy who had to go naked, and for the most part, people ignored me.
 There were a few stares, and one or two guys made some lewd remarks,
 but with my new friends around me, I started to forget about my nakedness.

I was very glad to discover that my student ID number and PIN number
were all I needed to purchase anything on campus.  They simply deducted
from my debit account.

I found out that Cheryl and Karen were from the area, and knew about
the city's move towards legalized public nudity and sex.  The summer
before, the first night the indecent exposure ordinances were repealed,
 the two of them went for a drive around town in Cheryl's dad's convertible,
 flashing their tits.  Later, as they got more daring, they would simply
drive around naked, standing up and showing themselves off whenever someone
honked.  One night, they even gave blowjobs to random guys on University
Drive - to whoever looked like they needed one!  (Maybe someday I'll
get them to elaborate on those crazy nights.  It would make for a great
story.)

Sally, sitting next to me, giggled at the boner I was getting from listening
to these stories.  Occasionally she would tease it a bit with her hand.

I also learned that Matt and Chad were high school buddies from upstate.
 Both of them were planning to be Computer Science majors.  Matt had
met Karen and Cheryl at summer orientation.

After lunch, we went to the College Book Store so Sally and I could buy
our books.  Once again, there were gasps, stares, and folks in shock,
 but I had gotten used to that.  I had the "buffer" of four friends around
me.  Sadly, I discovered, none of my new friends shared any classes with
me.  I was taking Sociology 110, "Gender in Society," History 121, "Renaissance
Europe," third semester Calculus, and Physics 201.  I figured I would
just start filling Gen-Ed requirements until I figured out what I wanted
to major in.
 
I had also planned on joining some sort of music ensemble and a student
play, but I hadn't auditioned for anything yet.  I remembered that I
would have to do that nude, an idea that gave me the shivers.

Sally was taking second semester Italian, having tested out of 101. 
She also had a Lit. class, and a bunch of music courses.  And, of course,
 she was going to audition for placement in a choir.

"Oh, I just remembered," Sally said, "I signed up to do my choir audition
today.  What time is it?"

"Quarter to three," Chad informed her.

"Sorry guys, I have an audition in less than an hour," she said.  "Oh,
 shoot!  I still need to warm up!  Can anyone here play piano?"

"I can!" I said enthusiastically, not realizing she'd want me to go with
her to Fine Arts.

"Cool!  It would be so awesome if you could help me warm up.  Also, I'm
really nervous about the audition, and I could really use some moral
support."

"Oh," I responded.  "Gee, I'm not entirely sure I can..." I struggled
to find some reason why I couldn't go with her.  I hadn't been to any
of the classroom buildings on campus yet, and wasn't really keen on the
idea.  But I saw the pleading look in Sally's eyes, and couldn't really
say no.  I gave in, all too easily.  "Ok, sure, I'll come along."

"Oh, thank you!" she said, bubbling.  "You don't know how much this means
to me!"

We parted ways with Matt, Chad, and Cheryl, who were going to walk campus
and scope out where all of their classes were.

******************

The Fine Arts building was located just off of the Hill, in the middle
of campus.  I realized how nice this campus was, as we strolled along
the walkways, through the wide green lawns, where kids were throwing
Frisbees and tanning themselves.  It was the first time I had been on
the Hill since orientation several months before.

One girl was tanning topless, on her back.  My dick rose to full attention.
 Apparently, there were a few folks here and there who were aware of
the newly-legalized nudity.  I was glad; partially because I always appreciate
seeing boobies, and partially because it distracted everyone's attention
away from me.

"Dude, put some pants on!" someone shouted.  Ok, it didn't distract everyone.

We entered Fine Arts, and I was immediately blasted with cool, dry, climate-
controlled air.  The first thing we needed to do was find a practice
room.  Sally seemed to know what to do.  She found the "key desk" and
got a key to an open room.  As we walked down the hall to our room, there
was a cacophony of muffled instruments: violins, trumpets, oboes, percussion,
 and voices.  Apparently today was a big audition day for music groups.

The practice room was very small.  Maybe the size of an office cubicle.
 The walls were lined with sound-proofing cork, and an old spinet piano
took up most of the space.  I sat down at the piano, getting a shock
at the coldness of the bench.  Sally had a few pieces of music in a messenger
bag.  She put some on the music stand, and then put eight photocopied
pages, taped together into a giant accordion, on the piano's music stand.

"First, I need to warm up.  Can you give me a B-flat major chord?" requested
Sally.

"Sure, no problem," I said.  I played a triad in each hand for her. 
I was surprised at how well-tuned the piano was.  Ours at home had gone
completely "honky-tonk."

Sally sang up and down the scale, all on an "ah."  Her low notes were
a little weak, but she was very strong on the high end of the octave.

"Ok, now, can you keep going up by half-steps?" she asked.

I tried to clunk out a B-major chord.  "Shit... F-sharp."  It had been
a while.

Sally finished warming up, hitting some amazingly high notes.  Then it
was time to practice her prepared piece.  It was an aria from some 19th
Century opera.  I tried sight-reading along with her, but couldn't keep
up.  I could only do the right hand, and even then I was missing a lot
of notes.  I also made the mistake of trying to use the sustain pedal,
 which promptly stuck in place.

"What's wrong," Sally asked.

"The pedal's stuck.  I can't seem to un-stick it with my foot." 

"Let me see if I can yank it back," she said.  I scooted the bench back
a bit so that Sally could crawl to the pedals.  She pulled the sustain
back into place, then turned around to find herself eye-level with my
crotch.  My flaccid dick twitched slightly.

"I think I have the piece pretty well down," she said, then looked at
her watch.  "Still have a good 20 minutes before my audition, and there's
something I've always wanted to try."

Sally, still kneeling in front of me, grabbed my cock, which immediately
stiffened to its full length.  She started to run both hands up and down
the shaft.  A large drop of pre-cum formed at the tip, which she rubbed
into the head slowly.

"Oh... Sally..." my breathing was becoming shorter, and my heart was
racing.

Then she did something I didn't expect at all.  She leaned down, opened
her mouth, and started to suck on my penis.  She only had the head in,
 but it was an almost indescribable feeling.  I felt like my phallus
was singing.  I started floating, feeling a sense of disconnectedness
from my body.  "Oh, wow... this is incredible!"

Sally pulled away for a second.  "I'm glad you like it!"  Then went right
back at sucking.  Her teeth scraped me, just for a moment.  THAT did
NOT feel good.

"Ah ah ah..." I said.  "Watch the teeth!"

"Oor-eey," she said, her "sorry" muffled by my dick in her mouth.

"It's ok... this feels so wonderful, it just..." I had to take a few
breaths, "the teeth don't, that's all."

I started playing with her hair as she started bobbing her head up and
down, getting about half of my shaft in her mouth, then pulling back
until only the tip was in.  I was watching her doing this, and it was
unreal, seeing this incredible thing that was happening to me.  Every
time she bobbed her head back down, my head would rub against the ridges
of the roof of her mouth, sending shocks of pleasure all over my body.
 I knew I couldn't last long at this, but I tried to hold out as long
as possible.  I never wanted this to end.  In my mind I pushed my orgasm
back, knowing that delaying the inevitable would only make it stronger
when it did arrive.

I felt like I was on the edge of coming for about a minute, which seemed
like a lifetime.  Sally started to suck harder and bob her head faster.
 I noticed that she had her hand inside her pants, and was frantically
rubbing her womanhood.  That was what finally pushed me over the edge.
 My body seized and shook.

"OH OHMYGOD SALLY I'M GOING TO CUM!!!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
 I know the practice room was partially soundproofed, but I'm sure the
entire building heard me.  Sally took this as her cue to stop sucking.
 She grabbed my cock with her free hand and stroked it vigorously.  That
only served to intensify my explosion.  I came very near to blacking
out with pleasure as stream after stream of cum erupted out of me.  Sally
aimed it all at her face!  At the same time, her legs clamped around
her other hand, and she started coming as well.  

"MMMmmmmgh oh, oh Todd...  Todd!!!" Sally did her best to muffle her
screams.

After what seemed like five minutes of climax, I finally caught my breath.
 Sally's face was covered with spunk, and a huge grin.

"That was awesome!" Sally said.

"You're telling me?  That was my first ever... um... blow job.  Are they
all as good as that??  And on your face?  Are you ok, I mean, I didn't
mean to..."

"Well," she said, "I'm about to audition, and I wasn't sure what effect
swallowing semen would have on my vocal cords.  And I didn't want to
have to clean it out of my clothes, either.  And shooting it on the floor
or the walls wouldn't be very considerate of the other music students,
 now would it?"

Her logic was impeccable.

"That was my first blow-job too," she reminded me.  "How'd I do?"

"I think you just passed the audition," I joked.  Sally got a big chuckle
out of that.

Seeing that we had just 10 minutes before the (choir) audition, we both
ran quickly down the hall to the nearest restroom.  We drew plenty of
stares and gasps as we passed the music lounge.  I'm sure I attracted
a lot of attention, naked with a still-semi-hard dick, but I wasn't sure
if they also noticed that Sally's face was covered in goop.

Since the restrooms were all unisex, we both went in to clean Sally up.

******************

There were several girls and one guy sitting along the walls outside
of Choir Room A, waiting for their turn to audition.  I was met with
gasps and giggles.

"Hey, mister, did you forget to pack something?" quipped a very large-
chested, heavy Black woman, with a booming voice.

"Oh, I heard about this," the guy said.  "It's a school program.  He's
one of the naked freshmen.  I didn't believe it until now!"

Most of them smiled and introduced themselves to me.  The girl with the
large boobs was named Jackie, and the guy was Frank.  They all expressed
their support for what I was going through.

The door opened, and the woman at the door looked startled a bit, then
came to her senses.

"You must be in the Program," she said.  She looked like she was in her
late-20s, with loosely curled, shoulder-length auburn hair with just
a touch of gray here and there.  Her pantsuit did not hide her ample
cleavage.  "Are you here to audition?"

"No, I just helped Sally warm up."

"Ah, you play the piano?  Have you considered auditioning for choirs?
 We're always short on men, and if you have a musical background, we
might be able to use you," she said with a smile.  She then looked past
me to see Sally, whom she noticed for the first time.

"Sally?!  It's good to see you!  I didn't know you were going to State
until I saw your name on the sign-up sheet."

"Hi, Miss. Schroeder!!"  Sally gave her a hug.

"Oh, you can call me Debbie.  I'm not a professor, you know."

"Debbie used to do some workshops with my high school choir when she
was a masters student," Sally said to allay my confusion.

"Did you know I was doing my Ph.D. here?" Debbie asked.

"No, I had no idea!"  Sally was absolutely elated.  "I came here for
the great music program."

"Me too," Debbie said with a grin.

"Congrats on getting into the department," Sally said.  "Oh!  I suppose
we should get started, so we don't hold up the other folks."

Sally and Debbie walked into the room and closed the doors.  I could
hear enough of the audition to know that, after a shaky, nervous start,
 she was nailing her prepared piece (which she sang a capella, interestingly
enough).  Her soprano voice just floated out of the room.  After that,
 there was some muffled discussion that I couldn't make out.

A few minutes later, the doors opened again.

"...we'll have the placements posted on the choir bulletin board by Tuesday
afternoon," Debbie was telling Sally.

All three of us noticed that whoever signed up next for an audition was
a no-show.

"You know," said Debbie, "there's no reason why we couldn't sneak you
in for an audition."

"I... that's ok.  Maybe next semester.  This wouldn't be a very good
term for me to sing, for obvious reasons."

"Oh, c'mon, you'll like it!  What harm is there in trying?" Sally said,
 as she shoved me through the door.  Debbie closed the door behind us,
 leaving me alone in the room with her, a perky blonde in her early 20s,
 and a man who looked to be about 70.  The two of them were sitting in
chairs, holding clipboards, looking at me.  The room was large and empty,
 with just a baby grand piano and a few music stands.  Since Michelle
took away my clothes the previous afternoon, I had never felt as stark
naked as I did right there.  My entire body blushed red.

The awkward silence was broken by the blonde.  "Hi... I'm Sarah Hunter,
 and you've already met Debbie Schroeder.  We're both graduate assistants
in the choir program."

I waved a nervous hello.

"I'm Robert Bryson, head of choirs at State."  He had a deep, rich baritone
voice.  His gray, thinning hair was combed over his scalp, and he had
a very serious face, with deep character lines.  "I direct the Chamber
Choir and Concert Choir; our two premier groups.  Debbie warned us about
your attire, or should I say, lack thereof.  We have no objection to
this, and I for one applaud the university for this daring program, and
your courage in facing such intimidating circumstances.  I understand
you have little singing experience, but are a musician nonetheless. 
It is musicians we are after, Todd, as it's easier to make a singer out
of a musician than a musician out of a singer."

Debbie sat down at the piano and played some short phrases so I could
sing them back at her.  My voice was nothing great, but I nailed every
one of the phrases.  The last few were very awkward, with major 7th jumps
and the like.  I had no problem repeating them.  Next, I was given some
four-part music, and was asked to sign the tenor line as Debbie played
the accompaniment.  "Shit... bass clef," I thought.  I flubbed a few
notes, but was able to follow along reasonably well.

"Very nice sight-singing," Sarah said

"Most of our vocal majors can't read that well," Debbie agreed.

*****************

Sally was eager to know how my audition went, as we walked back to the
dorms.

"Were you nervous?" she asked.  "I mean, I was scared to death, singing
in front of Professor Bryson."

"Oh?" I asked.  "Should I know who he is?"

"Know who he is?!" Sally asked, incredulous.  "He's only, like, one of
the world's finest choral composers and directors.  The man's a living
legend!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I had no idea.  Probably best that I didn't know.  I
was scared enough as it was," I said.

"How did you do?"

"My voice sucks.  But they really liked my sight-singing," I told her.

"I hate sight-singing.  I always screw things up," Sally said.  "Since
you're a guy, they were probably looking more for someone who could read
music than anything else.  There are so few guys in choir, they need
every man they can get."

"No way did I get into any of the premier groups.  I'm just not a singer,
" I said.

"You never know.  We'll see on Tuesday," said Sally with a wink.