20 comments/ 275104 views/ 69 favorites Naked at College 01 Pt. 01 By: Charles Petersunn This story is the first of my Literotica version of the "Naked in School" series, started originally by Karen Wagner, who so graciously has given permission for others to use the theme and components in their own version of this series. I thank her so much for such an inspirational creation! Hopefully, readers familiar with this series will find my version to be comparably entertaining. Readers unfamiliar with it, or familiar but disinterested in the series, might find it to be too outrageous. However, I encourage you to enjoy its unrealistic absurdity, as that is what makes it (in my own personal opinion and taste) such a great fantasy. I also want to acknowledge another version of this series previously posted on Literotica: "Naked in School - Dennis and Susan," by Centauri4. There could be additional versions on this site and, if so, I do apologize for failing to be aware of them. The traditional series proceeds through approximately five to seven days. My story is confined to just one day, but it is still quite long and therefore posted in two parts. It does start slow, as the context requires quite a bit of introduction, but once it gets going, it moves quickly. Please be warned that it includes aspects of submission and humiliation, as well as voyeurism and exhibitionism. Otherwise, enjoy!! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Chrissie Chrissie Pippins was Class President at Abberville College. Abberville was a small, private college gently resting in the rolling Shenandoah Valley. All of its students were above the age of 18. Chrissie enjoyed attending Abberville very much. She was an active participant in just about every official event. It was like her whole life had become devoted to the lives of the Abberville family, as she liked to call the faculty, staff, and students of this small, private college. And, now, she found herself, early Monday morning, actually sitting outside of the office of the real President. She had never actually truly met Dr. Rayburn before. She had, of course, seen him many times, and had even said hello and shaken his hand at various college functions, including, of course, when she was sworn in as Class President. That had been such a very special moment; one she will remember for quite some time. Nevertheless, none of those previous occasions had lasted very long, being confined to quick, cursory greetings and salutations. She felt she was truly a very lucky 19-year-old to actually be waiting to have a personal, face-to-face meeting with him! It was then with tremendous delight that she received a request from the President himself to meet with him in his office early Monday morning. She could feel her heart fluttering in anticipation. There was even a bit of perspiration forming on her brow. She did not usually get this nervous. She was typically quite calm and poised when she was meeting campus dignitaries. However, this was clearly much different. This was at the top of the totem pole; it didn't get any bigger than meeting with the President himself. Her mouth suddenly went dry just thinking about it, and she popped in another Notoid. She always chewed Notoids throughout the day, knowing that it was important to keep her breath fresh as she represented the college when greeting and meeting others. She had even worn one of her best outfits: an Emilio Pucci pink chiffon blouse, with a stand collar and ruffled wrist bands, along with a flowing pink silk skirt, panty hose, and high heels. She felt that it was an outfit that conveyed chic sophistication, although not excessively so for an undergraduate student. Mind you, she wouldn't normally wear it to one of her classes. Abberville was a conservative college. Students were discouraged from wearing t-shirts and sweat pants, but formal silk blouses and heels would also be unusual for classroom attendance. However, Chrissie was not just going to class today. She was meeting the President of Abberville and she wanted to convey a more mature, professional presentation. She had also used extra strength deodorant this morning, knowing that she was probably going to be a bit nervous. Her chiffon blouse was rather problematic in that regard. She considered wearing underarm shields, but she worried that they would become distracting. She would always be worrying about them slipping, or their bulk becoming evident beneath the sheer chiffon. However, she had not anticipated becoming this nervous, and now she wondered if perhaps she should have worn the shields. What could this be about? Why did he want to meet me? Am I going to get some sort of an award? She admonished herself for thinking that. Success came through humble modesty, not through the anticipation or expectation of reward. She heard a phone ring, saw Mrs. Edwards, the President's Office Administrator, pick up the receiver and speak through the line. Mrs. Edwards had a little glass enclosed office at the end of the hall. Chrissie couldn't hear what she was saying. However, when she put the receiver down she came out through her door, smiled at Chrissie, and said, "President Rayburn is ready to receive you now, Miss Pippins." She instantly stood up, smiling brightly but with clear evidence of nervousness in her expression, and replied, "Yes ma'am. I'm ready too!" She grimaced at such a silly reply. Mrs. Edwards though smiled reassuringly. She knew how nervous students were when they met President Rayburn. She gestured toward the large oak doors to her left. "You can enter through here, Miss Pippins." "Thank you, ma'am," Chrissie more carefully replied. She firmly grasped and turned the brass door knob and entered the large, dark, cavernous office. It was indeed a most impressive office: quite spacious with a high ceiling, large, well-organized and tidy walnut desk, leather swivel chair, paintings of prior presidents along the wall. There was also a walnut conference table to the right, and a more informal meeting area with couch, large soft easy chairs, and coffee table to the left. There was even a working fire place. She had to admit fantasizing about someday being a college president herself and having an office such as this. Dr. Rayburn got up from his desk and walked around to great her as she entered the office. "Good morning, Miss Pippin. I'm so glad you were able to meet with us so early in the morning." "Certainly, sir," Chrissie responded, firmly grasping Dr. Rayburn's hand. She knew it was best to offer a firm handshake. She hoped that he didn't notice the bit of perspiration on her brow, which was perhaps hidden well enough by her bangs. Chrissie had long, flowing blonde hair. She hardly had to do anything with it, although she had been careful that morning to have the waves be especially graceful and full. "I don't know if you are familiar, Miss Pippins, with our Dean of Women's Studies, Dr. Worell." Chrissie had indeed met both of them before. She had in fact worked closely with Dr. Worell on her proposal for gender equity within the athletic program. "Oh yes, certainly, of course," she replied and shook her hand as well. Dr. Rayburn gently placed his hand on Chrissie's back and directed her to the easy chairs and couch beside the fireplace. "Let us talk over here, if you wouldn't mind. It's certainly more comfortable." He directed her to one of the lush easy chairs. As she got comfortable, as best she could given the circumstance, she found herself sinking deep into the soft cushion. She had to carefully pull down on her skirt as it rose up a bit as her bottom sunk down into the chair. She hoped that her pulling on the hem of her skirt was not too noticeable. She didn't want Dr. Rayburn to think that she was thinking that he was trying to sneak a peek. And, she certainly didn't want to give the impression that she was trying to be flirtatious or inappropriately revealing. She adjusted her position to sit up straight, on the edge of her seat, her back no longer resting against the back of the chair. It was much less comfortable than sitting back in the chair, but considerably safer and more proper. She crossed her legs and clasped her hands in her lap. Dr. Rayburn got right to the point. "Chrissie, I asked you here this morning because I have the utmost respect for all that you have done for Abberville." "I really haven't done much sir, no more than any other student would do, if asked." Both of the administrators had to smile at that. They knew that was far from the truth. President Rayburn responded, "No, no, Miss Pippins, you're just being modest now. I honestly can't think of an undergraduate who has done more, been more active, than yourself, in all the years I have been President of this college." Chrissie blushed at this accolade. It was so nice for him to recognize her efforts. She had indeed worked very hard. She knew that, but it was very considerate of him to express his appreciation. She now had to wonder if she was indeed being provided with some important recognition or new responsibility. She had been politicking for sometime to obtain an internship within the administrative office, working hopefully with the President himself. She would have been happy though to get any comparable internship, even with "just" the Dean of Women's Studies. Is this what this was about? "You're too kind sir, really," she again modestly replied. "No, no, it's all quite true. In fact, it's precisely because of your leadership, your devotion, your conscientiousness, that I have come to you with a responsibility, an assignment, an opportunity, that I am uncomfortable to trust to anyone else." "I'll take it sir!" she emphatically responded. President Rayburn chuckled at her unbridled enthusiasm. She is just as Dr. Worell had described her. She agrees before she has even heard the request. You could always count on Chrissie! "Well, I certainly hope you are as enthusiastic about the assignment after you hear what it is." "I'm sure I will be, sir," Chrissie replied. She sat up even straighter in her chair, her young full breasts thrust forward with confidence and pride. There was simply no way that she would not be enthusiastic about completing a personal request of the college President. "Well, that is good to hear because it represents a new and bold venture of Abberville College, one for which we hope will pave a path to be followed by other colleges across the country." 'Wow,' she thought. This was clearly going to be better than just any little internship. She couldn't wait to hear what it was. "Are you familiar, dear, with 'The Program'"? "'The Program'?" She had indeed heard something about The Program. Actually, quite a bit. Nobody could have missed it. There were posters regarding The Program on all of the official campus kiosks, the bulletin boards within the dorm, and notices had appeared within most every edition of the student newspaper (The Abberville Sentinel). It would have been impossible not to be aware of it if you were paying half of your attention at all to anything going on around you. And, given its topic, it was, of course, the buzz of conversation across campus. Chrissie, and many other students, considered it to be an elaborate practical joke. There was no way, she assumed, that The Program could actually have been serious. Dr. Rayburn could see that Chrissie was lost in thought. He began to wonder if perhaps they had chosen the right girl. "What precisely is your familiarity with The Program, Chrissie?" Chrissie contemplated claiming complete ignorance. She had read and heard quite a bit about the purported Program, but all of it was really so odd, if not inappropriate, and certainly not something that she was comfortable speaking about with President Rayburn. But, she did not get to where she was by being a milk-toast when it came to awkward moments. She briefly swallowed, looked him directly in the eye, and spoke in her most firm and confident voice. "Well, sir, um." She chastised herself for including "um." That did not bespeak of confidence. "I have heard something about a program for helping students develop greater comfort with their bodies and with, um." 'Darn it!' "Their sexuality." "Precisely, Miss Pippins. You are indeed a bright young lady." She smiled appreciatively. "Thank you, sir. But, I must admit, I wasn't entirely certain that it was in fact, well, actually." 'Darn!' she thought. 'There I go again, stumbling over my words.' "Sir, I thought perhaps that it was some sort of an elaborate practical joke?" Both administrators chuckled over that. Chrissie searched their expressions, trying to understand if their chuckling was because it was indeed a joke, and perhaps she was now part of the prank? If so, it really wasn't very funny. She had gone through a lot of stress and preparation for this morning meeting. It was a joke? President Rayburn could see the disappointment, concern, in her face. "No, no, my dear," explained President Rayburn. "It is certainly no joke. Don't be concerned about that. I suppose we can understand that perception, but it is indeed quite serious. In fact, we intend to be among the first colleges to implement The Program within our undergraduate curriculum." Chrissie's eyes notably widened in surprise. The Program was serious?! Her fluttering heart accelerated to a pounding confusion. "Frankly, we consider ourselves, the Abberville community, to be among the best suited for a trial run, given our past success with the pedagogical experiments of Mr. Peters" (see Chapter 1 of The Lessons). "As you know, he has gone on to implement his innovations at Templeton. Certainly, their gain and our loss. Abberville was at one time leading the field in the cutting edge techniques of modern pedagogy. Abberville made the front pages of The Chronicles of Higher Education, but with his move Templeton has now taken our rightful place. I was hired by the Board of Trustees in large part to turn this around." This was all indeed true. There were some that opposed the selection of Dr. Rayburn, but his affiliation with the academic theories of Mr. Peters went a long way toward his eventual success in obtaining the position. "We want to return to #1, Chrissie, and we want you to take us there." Well, thought Chrissie, she now knew why she was there. Okay. It wasn't for an award, it wasn't an internship offer. It was to be the student representative, perhaps the student leader; yes, of course, she would obviously be the student leader of the implementation of The Program. She was, after all, Class President. She would certainly not have volunteered to lead The Program, if she had thought it was serious. Public nudity? Who in their right mind would want to lead that? But, this was indeed how you moved up in the world. Not all of the assignments you are asked to complete will be easy. On the contrary, the future leaders of the world are the ones willing to take on the tough assignments and, now that she had thought about it, she was feeling a bit proud that President Rayburn and Dean Worell had looked to her for this responsibility. She now understood why Dean Worell was here, as public nudity for a female would be quite a sensitive issue, to say the least. She said once again, with a bright smile of sincere enthusiasm, "I will do it, sir!" "Outstanding, Miss Pippins!" President Rayburn and the Dean were indeed impressed. They expected quite a bit more ambivalence from the first student, but, this was Chrissie Pippins, and if there was a student who evidenced enthusiasm and dedication to the principles and practices of Abberville, who would walk the extra mile, it was Chrissie. "Yes, I am so pleased. I believe that you will set a standard, a model, for all of the other students that will be hard to beat. Frankly, I am even somewhat envious of you, as I believe that your name will now appear in the history of Abberville as the first to pave the way for all those who will follow." Chrissie was now beaming with pride. This was turning out great. It wasn't what she had originally expected but talk about going down in the history of Abberville was pretty heady stuff, to say the least. "Well, I'm just happy to serve Abberville in any way I can, sir." Dr. Worell chimed in, "We are all so very impressed and pleased, Chrissie." "How shall I begin, sir?" Chrissie knew that it would be an uphill road to convince the student body to accept The Program and even much harder, of course, to solicit the first volunteers. Boy, she certainly did not envy them. She had her work cut out to find the right persons to volunteer to do such a thing. But, it took a strong person to do a hard task, and she was now gearing herself up to take charge. Dr. Rayburn replied, "Well, of course, you should begin by taking off your clothes." "What?" She couldn't have heard him correctly. "My clothes?" "Oh yes," President Rayburn matter-of-factly replied. "The Program begins today. I'm sure you noticed that in the flyer. You are such an observant girl. And, we thought it best to have the participants first remove their clothes in the comfort and safety of the Administrative Building so that we can carefully monitor the exercise from the very moment of its inception." Thoughts were racing through Chrissie's mind. She had, of course, thought that she had volunteered to head up some sort of preparatory or planning committee. She had not realized that she was volunteering to actually be the first participant! What to do? What to do? Of course, she considered simply backing out. They must realize how easy it would be to misunderstand their meaning, their intention. But, to renege now, after she had twice agreed, each time so firmly, so emphatically? What would they think of her then? And, even if they accepted her explanation, what would they think of her afterward? This could ruin, destroy, all of her prior efforts to impress upon them her devotion, her enthusiasm, her skills and talents as an undergraduate, as a future leader. She would be the one who turned them down when they had asked, when The President had asked, for her leadership, her resolve. She might go down in Abberville history, but as the one who dropped the baton when it was being passed to her. But, take off her clothes? She finally spoke her thoughts out loud: "Right now, in front of you?" President Rayburn smiled in a reassuring, fatherly manner. "I know it will be a bit disconcerting, at least the first time. And, that is another reason we want to have the participants begin here, in the comfort and safety of my office. You can rest assured that we will respond in a most respectful and dignified manner. When the day is done, you can return here to pick up your clothes to return to your dorm." Chrissie pulled herself up out of the deep chair. She stood in front of them. She looked to the face of Dean Worell, not entirely sure though for what reason. Perhaps just for some sympathetic support. She had committed herself to this. It was time to begin. She had been so proud of this outfit this morning. She had put so much thought into it. And, now, she was simply going to take it off. She laughed to herself at being concerned about having wasted all that time when she got dressed. It was ironic, but that wasn't the worst thing to happen this morning. She looked down at her chiffon blouse and slowly began to undo the buttons. As she undid each one, she feverishly, desperately, tried to recall the precise details of The Program. What had she in fact agreed to? She had never really fully studied the rules of The Program, having largely assumed that it was some sort of adolescent joke. Well, it was clearly no joke now. Her bouse unbuttoned, she reached for the clasp of her skirt. It would not take much effort to remove her skirt, at least much physical effort. It took a lot of moral courage though. She had to draw on a lot of her prior success at overcoming tough hurdles to let herself remove her skirt. Naked at College 01 Pt. 01 She turned her back to the two administrators. She couldn't actually recall ever taking her clothes off in front of someone before, other than her friends during a pajama party or during a gym class. She could feel their eyes glued to her body. She pulled apart the skirt and carefully laid it over the arm of the chair. She said to herself, 'I can't believe I am really doing this.' She hesitated with the blouse. The administrators could now see much more of her stockinged legs, right up to her nicely curved thighs. But, her bottom was still hidden by the blouse. She slowly, reluctantly, pulled her arms free from the blouse. She was now quite glad that she hadn't worn the underarm shields. It would have been embarrassing to have to remove them in front of President Rayburn. 'Oh my goodness,' she thought, 'What if it was that time of the month?' The more she thought about it, the more she realized that perhaps things could be much worse. Or, perhaps she was just trying to make herself feel that it really wasn't that bad, getting naked in the President's office, right in front of him. She removed her blouse and carefully folded it to avoid any wrinkling, and then laid it across the skirt. She was now wearing only her bra, panty hose, panties, and heels. She felt really quite exposed, although at least her back was to them. However, just the sight of this so well curved, young feminine figure, her panties clearly evident through her shear stockings, was enough to cause some swelling in the boxers of President Rayburn. He cleared his throat, crossed his legs, and shifted somewhat away from Dean Worell. He had perhaps forgotten how attractive a young, fit female body could be. The fact that she was so uncomfortable being in front of him dressed only in her undies made him swell further, but he had to admit feeling a bit guilty about that. The Program was really outstanding in generating naturalistic lessons for oneself. Dean Worell provided some encouragement. "Just a bit more, Chrissie," she said. "You're almost done." "Yes, Dr. Worell," Chrissie replied. She reached behind her, unclasped her bra, and bent over to allow the cups to fall from her breasts. She inserted one cup into the other, folded the straps over, and again laid her garment on the chair. Her breasts notably jiggled with the movement. She was glad her back was turned. She then tucked her thumbs into the waistband of both her stockings and panties. If she was at home she would have more carefully removed her panty hose, but she didn't really want to drag this out, and she certainly didn't want to convey the impression that she was trying to put on a provocative strip tease for President Rayburn. She pushed down on the waistbands, hoping to remove both in one swift motion. But, the panty hose was really too tight and clinging. She kept having to stop, bend over, and roll or adjust one leg or the other. She realized she should have sat down, but she didn't want to turn around to face them, exposing her naked breasts. How silly, though, because she would eventually have to do it anyway. Now, instead, she was putting on quite a show. The shifting of her legs did wonders in displaying her taught bottom, the cheeks tightening and tautening with her movements, and being bent over much of the time opened up to the eyes of President Rayburn a very nice clear view of her soft, sweet, feminine slit and pouch. Even her tiny little rosebud occasionally peeked out through the delectable crack of her white, round fanny. What a delicious sight. President Rayburn felt an urge to touch himself, but that would certainly be inappropriate. He was now sporting a strong, stout erection, which made him feel quite proud given his age, although he was not about to let this be known to anyone else in the room Perhaps the best display of all was provided when Chrissie had to remove her heels and slip the panty hose off her ankles and feet. She knew that she must be showing a lot to the administrators, but she trusted that they were not looking at her in any sort of lascivious way. . "Excellent work, Chrissie," President Rayburn observed. "Now, turn around so we can have a good look." Dean Worell shifted in her seat, feeling now a bit uncomfortable herself. However, she knew this was frankly all part of the rationale for The Program. Public nudity stirred up so many revealing emotions and insecurities regarding the human body, self-image, sexual conflicts, interpersonal communication; so many issues. The list was frankly endless. It is difficult for an institution to start The Program, but all that she had read indicated that the end result was a more mature student body, one in fact involving more self-confidence, more open communication about concerns and issues, and less sexual tension, conflict, and harassment. Chrissie covered her breasts and pubic area with her hands and slowly turned around to face her college elders. Now she really felt exposed, even though she was in fact still hiding herself with her hands. Her face felt so warm; no frankly, hot. It must be beet red. She imagined being caught just stepping out of the shower, although there really wouldn't be a good reason for President Rayburn and Dean Worell to be in her bathroom. There was frankly something even more enticing about a nude girl attempting to hide herself with her hands. The fact that she was indeed uncomfortable with exposing herself was so titillating, so enticing. You knew you were about to see something that few had probably seen, something that would be very special and personal for her, something that she so much wanted to keep hidden. And, it was clearly evident that her hands really did little to hide much. Yes, she covered the specifically important spots, but much of her quite large white round breasts could still be seen. They were in fact being pushed back and up with her right arm and hand, providing a more delectable cleavage than would otherwise be seen. And, the left hand over her cunnie did not hide the virginal whiteness of her abdomen and narrow hips. She had a very strong tan line, and that made her private whiteness all the more alluring. "You must remove the hands," Dean Worell instructed. "Must I really, Dean?" she implored. "Oh yes," President Rayburn explained. "What is the point of removing the clothes if one is still hiding behind one's hands?" She could not disagree with that. "And, I'm sure you know the rules. Throughout the rest of the day you are not to ever cover or hide yourself with any books, backpack, clothing, purse, or hands. You must always remain fully exposed. You must agree to show yourself in whatever manner persons may ask, as long as they ask politely and refrain from touching you. I know that this sounds a little awkward now, but with time you will become quite comfortable with it and it will be precisely your willingness to face and overcome your apprehensions, your insecurities, that will make you a stronger, healthier person. So, come on now, be a good girl and drop those hands." "Yes sir," she quietly replied and let her hands fall to her sides. President Rayburn now wondered why he thought it might be sexier for a girl to be ineffectively hiding herself. The sight of this young woman's full, firm breasts was breathtaking. He hoped the widening of his pupils was not too obvious. He had not seen for quite some time the true beauty of young, luscious tits. They were so firm, standing up so proudly on her chest, like large ripe white melons, topped by the red areola that were themselves capped by the perkiest stiff little nipples. Dr. Rayburn kept his office heavily air conditioned, and it was evident that the cool air was having a sweet effect on her nips. President Rayburn wanted to grab himself so badly. "Hmgh," was all he could say, needing to clear his throat to be sure that his voice did not betray his anxious arousal. "Yes, well, I think you will indeed be perfect for this exercise." He realized that he had been staring hard at her breasts and he willfully turned his head to Dean Worell to force his attention to go elsewhere. "What do you think, Dean Worell?" Dean Worell wasn't precisely sure what to say. She felt that it was Chrissie's enthusiasm, strong personality, and unflagging confidence that were most important for the success of The Program. However, she could appreciate that it would also be best to have the first girl who proceeds through The Program to be reasonably attractive. It would be awful to have the girl suffer disparaging insults and belittlements regarding her appearance. "Yes, she, um, you, are indeed quite an attractive young lady." "Oh, well, uh, thank you, Dean Worell." This was the first time that an administrator, any senior figure within the college, had commented on, let alone complimented her, with respect to her looks. If she was wearing a skirt she might have given her a little curtsy, but a curtsy with no skirt, nor even any panties, might be a bit suggestive. With that brief distraction, President Rayburn took the opportunity to steal a quick glance at Chrissie's pubic area. But, frankly, he was a bit disappointed. One might say that Chrissie was rather well covered, down there. It was still quite provocative, seeing the bush of such a young woman, particularly in the context of her reluctance at revealing herself in such an intimate manner. However, President Rayburn would have to admit that he did wish he could see more. Well, her young, firm, prominent breasts fully made up for the loss, if it could even be described as a loss. He took his eyes away and firmly directed them to Chrissie's face. "Yes, well, um, Dean Worell, has a copy of The Program's history, rules, guidelines, and what not, if your memory needs to be refreshed." He did not want to get up from his chair, for obvious reasons. He directed Dean Worell to provide Chrissie with a fresh copy of the principles, procedures, and rules of The Program. "You can review it in the hallway, as we wait for your partner. Hank Adams, a security guard, will accompany you throughout the day, and he also has a copy of your class schedule." "My partner?" "Oh yes, of course. We wouldn't ask you to go through this alone. We selected Michael Bates to accompany you." "Michael Bates?" Chrissie couldn't understand that. First, it would seem to be far more supportive to have another female accompany her. Michael was just another guy to look at her, and he would be with her throughout the day. Plus, Michael was hardly the guy she would have picked to accompany her. She considered him to be such a nerd. She picked up her purse and turned for the hallway. There was something quite odd about walking naked in heels and carrying a purse. Michael Chrissie waited for Michael in the hallway. Fortunately, she did not have to wait long. Actually, she felt it was unfortunate that it wasn't long before Michael arrived. Maybe if he didn't show up she wouldn't have to do it. Or, at least, if he was late, it was just more time to put this off. As soon as he entered the hallway, Michael's eyes naturally fixed on the sight of Chrissie down at the other end. It was early in the morning for him and he was still waking up, but he would have to have been really dead asleep not to notice her. There, at the end of the hallway, sitting in one of the leather chairs outside of the President's office, was a naked girl, and as far as he could see from this distance, a very pretty one at that with quite large breasts. He stopped and stared. This couldn't be true, but it was. She was sitting rather primly, her legs crossed, an open booklet in her lap. She looked like she was simply reading a pamphlet while waiting for an appointment, as if she didn't know she was naked, as if it was a natural thing to be sitting there naked, showing anyone who happened by those full luscious naked tits thrusting out so boldly, and man were they nice ones. Really quite large, at least they seemed to Michael, and so well shaped. They competed very well with the ones in his magazines, and these were live! Michael had never actually gone far with a woman before. In fact, he had never actually seen real live naked breasts before. He had been raised in a very conservative environment. This was one of the reasons, actually the major reason, that his parents had enrolled him at Abberville. Michael had certainly seen plenty of naked pictures of girls, but he had been simply too shy, too nervous, to actually attempt to get into a girl's blouse. He had gone out on plenty of dates. Well, that really wasn't true. He been on a few dates, and although a couple of them had gone well, he had found himself so anxious and nervous throughout the evening that it seemed to be more of a unpleasant trial than the beginning of something wonderful. One girl did appear to want to kiss him when the date was over: Tina Andrews. He had planned to ask her out again before high school was over. He had a crush on her. She looked like a young Sally Field. He thought she was the cutest girl he had ever seen. But, he kept putting it off and putting it off, and eventually high school seemed to just end and she enrolled at a different college than his. She went to Templeton. He heard that she might now even be dating some graduate student. Once again, he had lost out. Michael then realized what this was all about, and he had to smile. Unlike Chrissie, he didn't think that The Program was a joke. Among his circle of friends, he was one who took the position that it was dead serious. His friends laughed at the thought, joking about who would be the poor schmuck who got chosen to be naked on campus. Michael had a bit of difficulty suppressing his smile as he walked down the hall, recognizing that this schmuck was apparently the class president, Chrissie. What a stroke of luck! He was going to be the first one to see the first participant in The Program, and it was Chrissie! He had always felt that she was some dish. She was really very pretty. Guys at times even referred to her behind her back as "Elle," the character in Legally Blonde. It was largely because she had such ridiculously intense perky enthusiasm. She never tired but was always tiring to be around, an unending, unbridled bundle of energy. It seemed like she had to be involved in everything on campus, and always expressed tremendous enthusiasm for every single detail. Well, that enthusiasm apparently got her roped into being naked on campus. Michael felt she certainly had one redeeming feature; those lusciously prominent jugs. And, now he, Michael Bates, was actually going to be standing in front of her while she showed him her naked boobies. Wait till he told the guys about this! Michael could feel his penis swelling as he strode down the hall, his eyes glued to her boobs, which seemed to be getting bigger and bigger the closer he came. He reached into the pocket of his slacks to adjust the position of his growing cock. It was no longer her personality that he would consider perky. How did they manage to stand up like that, yet be so big? At this point, he was glad that he followed his mother's advice and continued to wear briefs. She had told him that boxers really don't provide adequate support for his testicles. It was rather uncomfortable, frankly embarrassing, to have to stand there while his mother talked to him about his underwear, particularly at his age. He was 18, but she still treated him like he was 8. He smiled to himself, realizing that she probably had no idea that her advice was now most helpful at helping him keep down an erection. He was getting lots of erections lately. In fact, ever since he had left high school and entered college. It was like puberty had been delayed for him. This wasn't really true, of course. It was more likely an environmental thing, the fact that he was finally out of the house, away from the prying, infantilizing control of his mother, and was now among young, beautiful, liberated, free spirited women. Actually, very few of the young ladies at Abberville could be described as liberated or free spirited and, even if they were, he still wouldn't approach any of them, or at least they would probably want nothing to do with him. He was himself far from being free-spirited. He wasn't even too sure what that meant. But, he did approach this girl. He would have to be a complete nerd if he avoided the opportunity to actually get up close to a naked girl. He went right up to her and, 'Oops,' he thought. He knew that he should extend his hand, to shake her hand, but his right hand was in his pants pocket, holding down on his hard cock. Well, these tight briefs would be surely tested now. He removed his hand and held it out for Chrissie. "Morning, Chrissie. I guess you must be the one who was chosen to the first participant in The Program?" Chrissie had noticed Michael as soon as he had entered the building, but she tried to ignore him. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she knew that he was looking at her breasts. And, what a stupid question, if it was actually meant to be one. "That's pretty observant of you, Michael. I can see why you get such good grades." She shook his hand, but it was clear that she wasn't enthusiastic about greeting him. Michael didn't mind. It was good enough that her tits jiggled as he shook her hand. It was like he was pumping them. He shifted one leg forward, trying to hide his bulge. Chrissie had hoped that having Michael be the first student to see her naked might help ease her into the experience. He was certainly one of the least intimidating males on campus. But, she felt so amazingly exposed, so humiliated, to be sitting there naked in front of Mikey. Mikey was such a nerdy boy. She did respect his intelligence, his hard work, and his willingness to take on responsibilities within the student body, but she had never thought about him in any sexual sort of a way. On the contrary, he seemed rather asexual to her. And, now, she had to sit there and let him look at her naked breasts. It was so hard to resist the urge; no, it was more like a severely intense need, to hide her breasts with her hands. Yet, she had to just sit there and let him stare at them. 'What a nerd,' she thought. 'So immature, with that big grin on his face.' Well, she was not going to continue to just sit there while he ogled her naked breasts. As she had learned many times before, when feeling at a disadvantage within a social situation, the best thing to do was to take charge. She stood straight up to face him, face to breast. "Hello Michael, yes, it's so good to see you." Michel's eyes widened as he watched her breasts bounce and shake with her sudden movement. He wondered if she would let him touch them. He tried to recall all of the rules of The Program. He replied, "It's good to see you too." They both realized the special meaning that cliche now had, and they both blushed. Michael looked down in embarrassment, but his eyes then went right to her cunnie. She had a quite a bit of hair there, but he thought he could make out at least the appearance of her vaginal lips. He quickly looked away though, as she would probably notice him staring at her cunnie. His eyes went back to her tits. Her nipples looked so hard, so perky. "Yes, well," she replied, wanting this so terribly awkward moment to end, yet knowing that the day would be full of them. "You better get in there, President Rayburn is waiting." "Oh, yeah, sure, but, um, I think I am a bit early." He much preferred being out in the hallway with Chrissie. "Michael, my eyes are up here." She had enough of his staring. Michael's face flushed again. His mother was apparently right. She had told him not to be distracted by the female form as girls can tell when he was looking at their bosoms. But, that seemed to be just about the only thing he did notice when he was walking around on campus. And, apparently they really can tell when you're looking at them. "Sorry, Chrissie. I, um." He couldn't think of any good explanation. Naked at College 01 Pt. 01 Chrissie sighed deeply. This was going to be so hard. Michael's eyes went back down as he noticed how her breasts swelled with her deep intake of air. He quickly, though, shifted his eyes back to hers. "That's okay, Michael," she intoned, recalling that one of the rules of The Program is to allow persons to freely look. In fact, she was suppose to be gleefully accepting of his interest in her body. She could not possibly imagine that ever happening, but that was the rule. She was even supposed to pose for him, if he asked politely. She would only have to do it once for any particular guy, or any particular group of guys, but she would have to do a good job of providing the pose. If not, then they could ask for another. If there was any disagreement on that point, the security guard accompanying her (them), would make the decision. Fortunately, Michael had not (yet?) asked her to do anything. And besides, Michael would soon join her. She could at least remind him of that if he did ask her to pose. "In any case, you will soon be in the same boat." "What?!" he replied. It was now Chrissie's turn to suppress a smile. Apparently, the nerd had not yet put two and two together. How typical. She had to admit to taking some satisfaction in being the person to tell him. "Oh yes, President Rayburn informed me that you and I are to be the first participants in The Program. Actually, I'm in fact the first participant. I will be the one that was the first. But, you will be the second, behind me." She wanted to make that quite clear, although she wasn't too sure that she wanted him to be literally behind her, more to her side would be better. A wave of anxiety swept through Michael. His hard cock quickly wilted to a small, flaccid, limp penis. He was dumbstruck. That couldn't possibly be true. Could it? But, of course! Why else was he being asked to arrive at the President's office so early in the morning? He had assumed that it had to do with his software for debugging the college's computerized class scheduling. It is amazing how the mind can fool you when it really wants to. Oh man, this is not good news. The matronly Mrs. Edwards emerged from her glass cubicle. "I see you kids are getting to know each other. It's going to be such an exciting day for the both of you! It will be wonderful to share it together." Chrissie turned to Mrs. Edwards and, in one of her worst efforts at feigning enthusiasm, said, "Oh yes, very nice." Mrs. Edwards caught the tone in her voice, but it seemed no different to her than the reluctance her own children often expressed prior to visiting relatives, going to the museum, or traveling to the Harvest Festival at Templeton to partake in all of the pies. They pretended to be unenthusiastic, at times even oppositional, but once they arrived and got into the event they invariably had loads of fun. She comfortingly placed her hands on Michael's shoulders. The poor boy did look like a deer in the headlights. She steered him to the large oak doors of President Rayburn's office. "Believe me, you will look back on this with such fond memories. I just wish they had such a program when I was your age," and she ushered him into his office. The meeting with Michael took much less time than it had with Chrissie. He was more fully familiar with The Program, and he knew as he entered the office that he had been selected. He really wanted to decline the "offer," as President Rayburn put it. But, he also appreciated, as had Chrissie, that refusing to participate would not likely be well received. Michael was a "grade freak." He was determined to get straight A's, and the best letters of recommendation possible to enter the graduate program in Civil and Environmental Engineering at MIT. A letter from the President of Abberville would certainly go a long, long way. It should actually seal the deal. He did noticeably hesitate though as he was removing his slacks. He had first removed his shirt and was already feeling terribly inadequate. He was not a big guy. In fact, he was a rather small guy, in all regards. Actually, skinny would be a word that might describe his build, as well as his penis. He preferred being skinny over being chubby. At least he wouldn't be walking around campus with roles of fat jiggling like jellow with each step. But, he sorely wished that he could get more definition in his chest and arms. He had even enrolled in one of those Mr. Universe programs he saw on the back of a comic book. It didn't work. And, not only would everyone see his skinny little naked white body, but they were about to see his skinny little naked penis. He sure hoped that Chrissie's big boobs got all of the attention. They certainly should. At least the nervousness had removed all signs of his recent erection. Having an erection in front of these administrators, particularly Dean Worell, would have been mortifying. She was old enough to be his mother, although certainly much more attractive than his mother. Actually, she was really quite appealing. 'Shut up!' he said to himself. This was not the time to be noticing how attractive some woman was. He pulled down his pants and briefs, dumped them on the seat of the chair, and straightened up for his inspection. He felt like he was getting a physical or something, and it didn't help that he could see all of their eyes focused on his meager limp penis. 'Wow,' he thought, 'My mother was right. You can see when people are looking somewhere else.' He vowed to be more careful in the future where he looked. Dean Worell could see that he was indeed rather small. It also didn't help that he was not circumcised. His penis looked to her like a little peanut enclosed in a thick, wrinkled blanket. She wondered if perhaps they had chosen the wrong boy for the first day. They knew that Chrissie would be attractive. They really didn't know what to expect from Michael. She knew he would be on the small size, but not like this. Perhaps they should have screened the boy. Well, they could hardly change the selection now. That would probably be even worse for him than letting him continue. And, in fact, this was part of the reason for The Program. She had to admit that she had just learned an important lesson herself. She was demeaning this young man simply because he had a small penis. Learning to do unto others as you wish to be done to yourself will be a central experience of The Program, and she could see that it was already beginning to work. She smiled proudly at, and for, Michael. "My goodness, Michael, you are a strapping young man. Isn't he, President Rayburn!" "Uh, yes, quite a fit fellow," he replied, not at all sharing her enthusiasm but seeing the benefit, the importance, of joining in. President Rayburn then went over the basic rules with Michael, to be sure that he understood. He couldn't go over all of them, but Michael was already pretty darn familiar. Besides, the security guard, Hank Adams, knew all the rules quite well. However, President Rayburn did want to emphasize a couple of points. First, the two initial participants would be excused from their usual classes for that day. The administration wanted to first pilot the program in classes in which they were not enrolled. They felt it would probably be best to have the initial participants interact largely with strangers. They did recognize that both of them could have a few friends or acquaintances within one of the classes that had been chosen, but if the pilot run proved unsuccessful, less damage would be done if it occurred outside their major and normal classroom routine. In addition, they wanted Chrissie and Michael to stay together, to offer mutual support. That would not be possible if they attended their own classes. And, finally, they chose classes they felt would be the most receptive to displays of public nudity. The instructors of these classes were also carefully screened to ensure that they are supportive of The Program and would be supportive of the students. Not surprisingly, some of the Abberville faculty had voiced quite strong concerns, even explicit opposition, to implementing The Program at Abberville (most notably, Ms. Bunch, who taught Women in the Media, which included a section devoted to the treatment of women within pornographic cinema and literature). President Rayburn also reiterated the special rule that applied only to males enrolled within The Program. "As you might recall, Michael, we do understand that some young men may at times find this exercise to be overly stimulating. Rest assured, we fully recognize that it will be a normal and healthy reaction to at times develop erections." The blood rushed to Michael's face. He could even feel his penis twitch a bit. Not due to any actual arousal, but simply out of apprehension. "Maintaining an erection for a sustained period of time can be unhealthy, as well as potentially embarrassing. Therefore, the professors have been instructed to allow you relief within the first five minutes of each class. As you know, you are allowed to obtain relief on your own during this time, but it must occur within the context of the first five minutes of a class, either administered by yourself, your partner, that would be Chrissie, or the instructor." President Rayburn found himself feeling a bit uncomfortable talking about masturbation, and particularly the thought of the delightfully sweet Chrissie masturbating Michael, but, like Dean Worell, he realized that this was part of the benefit of The Program. He was himself, even the President of Abberville, becoming familiar with his own sexual hang-ups and conflicts, and through The Program he would also learn to master them. He continued his instruction. "We don't want our students to be disrupting classes through masturbation, nor do we want any untoward sexual activity to occur in between classes. Classroom exercises though may at times draw upon the fact that you are naked. But, I do see, that, at least for the moment, you seem to be demonstrating quite excellent self-control." "Uh, yes sir, thank you sir," Michael responded, but his mind was flooded with the thought of actually masturbating in front of a class. There was no way that was going to happen. It would be real cool to have Chrissie jerk him off, but he darn well knew that she wouldn't do it. He would have to do it himself, and that would be dreadfully humiliating. He vowed at that point to keep from ever getting an erection. "Excellent then, well, I will leave you to your adventure. As I said earlier, we will meet here at the end of the day to go over your experiences." "Right, yes sir," Michael responded, but he did not move. President Rayburn stepped up to him and with a gently placed hand on his bare shoulder, he steered Michael to the door. "Why don't you now join your companion, blazing a trail for all of us to someday follow. I must say, it's really quite exciting! I am just so thrilled that you are joining us in this great adventure." "Uh, yes sir," he glumly replied as President Rayburn opened the door for him to exit, naked, into the hallway to join Chrissie. The Walk to the First Class As soon as he stepped out of the office, his eyes met Chrissie. Or, actually, his eyes went to hers. She was instead staring at his penis. "My eyes are up here," he said. Chrissie's face flushed. "Oh, gee, I'm sorry," she replied. She couldn't believe that she did precisely what she had scolded him for doing. She couldn't help but notice, however, how small he was. She glanced back again. She couldn't help herself. She figured boys were on average really big down there. After all, they were suppose to satisfy girls with their things. She had even heard that the sight of an erect one can be intimidating. She had not herself seen one. She had not yet done it with a guy. She hadn't even played with one. Guys had put her hand on their things, through their pants, but she had quickly pulled her hand away. She would kiss and snuggle. She liked doing that, but actually handling a guy so that he could have an orgasm was just going much too far. In any case, Michael did seem to be on the small side, as best as she could tell. She appreciated the fact that he was not erect, but she figured that a limp penis would still at least hang down pretty far. His thing was just all curled up. She couldn't imagine a limp penis actually being smaller. Frankly, it looked like the penis you would see on a little boy, if she had ever seen one. She couldn't suppress a little smile, and then even a brief giggle escaped, despite bringing her hand to her mouth. Michael knew darn well what the giggling was about. "Chrissie! That isn't nice! It's just because it's so cold in here, all the air conditioning and everything, and, frankly, I got to admit I'm a little nervous about this." Chrissie felt guilty. He was absolutely correct. Michael Bates was a nerd, but they were suppose to support each other. It was quite possible that he would be her only source of support, and she had started off by laughing at how small he was. She was not anticipating any disappointment in how guys would perceive her, but she knew that she would soon suffer quite a bit of embarrassment at their eyes and comments. "Oh Michael, I am really so sorry. That was terrible of me." She tried to be more sympathetic. "I know what you mean, about it being chilly in here. Air conditioning is for persons with clothes, not for persons who are naked." She didn't like drawing attention to the fact that they were standing there naked, but it was an elephant in the room that could not be ignored. Thinking of an elephant though brought her attention back to Michael's penis. She thought, 'He's an elephant without much of a trunk.' She smiled at her joke, but kept it to herself. Michael said, trying to be comparably sympathetic, "Yea, while it makes me shrivel, a little, I guess a lot, it makes your nipples stick up. Funny how that works." His eyes were focused right on her nipples, which were indeed poking out, like the caps of a ball point pen. He often chewed on the caps of his pens when he was debugging a computer. He would sure like to chew on these. Chrissie's face turned red, with embarrassment and with annoyance. 'This is how he pays me back for being nice?' "Well, it's getting late. We have a class to get to." This was clearly going to be a very, very long and difficult day. "Yea, I guess so," he said reluctantly. He sure wished they could just spend the day in the hall. But, it was time to go. Waiting for them outside the front door was the security guard, Hank Adams. The Board of Trustees had required this addition to The Program. Abberville College was quite small. There was no graduate program, law school, or any other professional school. It was a small four-year liberal arts college, tucked away in remote hills of the Shenandoah Valley. It was confined largely to a series of campus buildings that faced each other around a hexagon shaped park (called the Commons). Each building housed quite a number of departments, as there were only a few faculty within any particular department. For example, the sociology, psychology, anthropology, and political science departments were all within one building, the Social Sciences Building. This intimate structure facilitated substantially the implementation of The Program, as the participants would not have to walk far, and only briefly, outdoors. But, the Board of Trustees did feel that at least the initial participants should be accompanied by a security officer, for their own safety and protection. The presence of the security officer would discourage any untoward and disrespectful treatment of the participants, or at least facilitate their recognition and subsequent punishment. They would expect a relatively higher amount of campus disruption for the first two participants. It should ease up as the students become more familiar and comfortable with the presence of nude Program participants. And, it would also be helpful in enforcing all of the rules of The Program, particularly the occurrence of any illicit sexual activity outside of a classroom. President Rayburn, though, did hope that after the successful experiences of Chrissie and Michael, they could suspend the supervision. It would be a much better, a more realistic and fruitful experience, without the presence of a man in uniform. Chrissie though was very grateful for his presence, although it didn't help that his eyes went instantly to her wiggling breasts as they left the Administrative Building, nor was she particularly happy to learn that it was his intention to follow closely behind them. She knew darn well that his eyes would be fixed largely on her behind. But, still, it was much better to have him there than not to have him. And, he did appear to act quite graciously, outside of his peeks at her boobs. "Kids, I know this will be awfully difficult for you. I will make sure that nobody touches you, and that any disrespectful activity is instantly curtailed. If you have any questions, any questions at all, please don't hesitate to let me know." They set off for the first class, held in the Fine Arts Building, which, fortunately, was only two buildings away. They entered the Commons with considerable trepidation. It didn't help Chrissie that her high heels were clicking and clacking along the hard stone walkway, her breasts bobbing and weaving with her awkward stride. She so wished that she hadn't worn heels that morning. If she had known that she would be naked, she would have worn something in which it would be easier to walk. Maybe her flip flops. You also couldn't walk fast in flip flops but you could at least walk faster than in heels and, besides, they were a more appropriate apparel than formal heels for when one is naked. "Oh my," she quietly exclaimed. "No kidding," Michael whispered back. It was so painfully evident that all eyes were turning to them. There weren't that many students on campus this early in the morning, but to Chrissie and Michael it seemed like the Commons was inordinately packed. Chrissie popped another Notoid into her mouth. A recurring nightmare swept into Chrissie's memory. Quite a number of times she had awoken to a dream, more precisely a nightmare, that she was giving a talk, or was in a class, or, like now, was walking to class, and discovered that she had forgotten to put on any clothes that morning. She wondered if perhaps she should just run back home as fast as possible or just hope that nobody noticed. But, clearly everybody did notice and as the panic, the embarrassment, swept through her she would awaken, her heart pounding. She would invariably say to herself, 'Thank goodness it was just a dream.' She might even chuckle, as it was really absurd for anything like that to actually happen. Maybe a zipper might be down, or a fasten come undone, a bra strap might be exposed, but it was absurd to think that she would in fact forget to put on any clothes at all and would be out in public, stark naked! Well, clearly not so absurd anymore. And, it seemed all the more incongruous to be dressed in heels and carrying her purse hanging from her elbow as her boobs bounced and swayed. It was evident to Chrissie that the eyes of the boys were focused below her neckline. She was used to that, but not like this. She knew she had an attractive figure, and she would wear clothes that complimented her curves, but this was something altogether different. She at least wished that her breasts wouldn't bob and wiggle so much. She preferred brassieres that cupped and firmly held her breasts. She would at times even wear sport bras even though they would not flatter her figure. She had never gone braless, and was now rudely reminded why. This was one time that she even wished that perhaps her breasts were not so large. She whispered to Michael, "Can we slow down?" Naked at College 01 Pt. 01 'What an odd request!' he thought. On the contrary, he was wondering if they could speed up, but he knew that she really couldn't walk that fast in her heels. He looked to her in annoyance. Why would she be wearing heels in the first place? But, of course, she probably hadn't known when she got dressed that she would be going to classes nude. If he had known, he would be wearing tennis shoes. He was instead wearing black socks and black dress shoes, which were really incongruous being otherwise stark naked. He often felt like a nerd, but this might be the worst ever. He turned to Chrissie to tell her they needed to speed up. However, when he looked at her he instantly saw the problem. They were already walking at a fast clip. It had been an instinctive acceleration in pace given the situation, but the fast walking in heels with no clothes was really a problem for her. He could see that with the awkwardness of her gait her boobs were really bouncing around like crazy, which made it all the worse for her. "Oh gosh, yes, I'm sorry, Chrissie," he replied and slowed his pace. Michael had as well been noticing how his own package was flopping around. It wasn't anything like Chrissie's boobs, but the feel of his penis bouncing up and down on his testicles, and the latter bumping against his thighs, just kept reminding him that they were out there in the open air. Whether it was the warm temperature or the giggling and pointing of the girls, his penis continued to be terribly wilted, tucked away inside its little blanket. "I don't like it either," he said. He had earlier worried about getting an erection. Now he wished that he could at least get half way erect. That would at least make him look like a normal size. A guy, Jack Blanton, to be precise, yelled out, "You gonna let us have some of that?" They stopped dead in their tracks. The security guard though did not stop. He moved right past them, brought up his camera and took Jack's picture. He said firmly to him, "We will be in touch." As he had indicated, one of the rules of The Program was that the participants were not to be ill treated in any way. They were certainly not to be touched, and were never to be verbally denigrated, insulted, or abused. The students of Abberville were actually quite good kids, as it was a private, small, and very select college. Admissions were strict and were based as much on character as on academic strength (all of the students were at least 18 years old). However, it was to be expected that some students would at times misbehave, particularly in the presence of public displays of nudity. In fact, it was all part of the intention of The Program to identify persons with problematic attitudes and dispositions, and get them enrolled in gender awareness programs, one of which could even be their own subsequent participation within The Program. For the moment, however, they would instead be sent to a detention meeting with President Rayburn and/or Dean Worell. Jack very quickly saw the error of his ways. He really didn't want to be a future participant. "Oh, sorry, really, I'm sorry Chrissie." "That's okay, Jack," Chrissie replied. It really wasn't okay with her, but she wanted to be polite. They were always suppose to be polite and friendly. She reached back for Michael's hand to get them going again, "Let's go Michael," but, by accident, she briefly grasped his limp penis. "Oh!" she yipped, and quickly let go, like she had touched a hot rod. It wasn't hot, nor was it anything like a rod. It was more like a warm, squishy worm, not a particularly appealing feeling. "Sorry," she said, although she smiled to herself at how little it felt. "That's okay," Michael replied, "Accidents will happen." He took her hand and led her into the Fine Arts Building. A number of students were mingling in the hallway. None wanted to go to class when they saw Michael and Chrissie coming down the hall. Chrissie and Michael wanted to hurry past them to get to class, but unfortunately they didn't know its precise location. Neither of them had been in the Fine Arts Building before. They had to stop to check for a room number. Their hesitation opened the door for a request. "Would you mind, please, Chrissie, showing me your breasts?" It was Billy Edwards. Billy was a nice guy, and he also knew the rules. Chrissie had to comply. She turned to him so that he could have a good look. And, boy, did they look good to Billy. He could feel his own cock really getting hard, which he did nothing to hide. Chrissie could see for herself the bulge growing in his slacks. "They really are nice, Chrissie," Billy said. "Thank you, Billy," Chrissie replied. One of the rules was to express a polite appreciation for any compliments that are received, although Chrissie was finding an expression of gratitude to be incredibly awkward. A few other students were approaching them, emboldened by Billy, and also wanting to get a closer look for themselves. "If you wouldn't mind," Billy said, pursuing this further, "They might even look better if perhaps you lifted and held them up with your hands?" Any particular person was allowed only one pose, but modifications to a pose could be solicited. Chrissie frowned, which was technically a violation of the rules, but she put down her purse and grasped each breast and held them up, as if she really did want to show them off for Billy's appreciation. Her faced flushed with embarrassment. "Wow, they're great, Chrissie." His slacks stuck out even further. "Your nipples are even getting hard." Chrissie couldn't believe this was happening to her. She was standing naked in the hallway of the Fine Arts Building, holding up her bare tits to a guy she hardly knew. It was weird how strange turns can occur in one's life. Billy looked down, between her legs. He considered asking her to open up her pussy. But, he didn't want to come across as being aggressive, and that might be considered too significant of a modification. He knew the rules. He asked instead, "Chrissie, if it wouldn't trouble you, would you spread your legs a bit so we could get a better look?" Chrissie had been hoping so much that she would be able to avoid getting into situations like this. It was going to be difficult enough sitting through classes all naked, but during the class time one would be sitting down, keeping one's legs closed and bottom covered. All that would really be exposed would be her breasts. She looked to the security officer. He only shrugged in sympathy. There was nothing he could do. It was her responsibility to honor the request, as it was still only a modification of the same pose. Chrissie sighed and parted her legs. Gasps, oohs, and ahhs swept through the crowd, mostly from the guys. Their heads tilted left and right, trying to get a good close look. As President Rayburn had observed Chrissie had a solid bush but it wasn't so thick that you couldn't see her lips, at least when she spread her legs. The girls were unsure what to do. Some of them pulled away the guy(s) they were with. Others couldn't take their eyes away from Chrissie's naked body, like they were observing an accident that really wasn't their business but they just couldn't help but stare. The guys were not so ambivalent. All that they were concerned about was hiding their growing erections. Michael, however, was ambivalent. After all, he was sharing this embarrassing day with Chrissie. He knew his turn would come, and he could see how humiliating this was for her. But, still, Michael could not ignore the show. Well, that's not really true. He could have turned around and looked the other way. But, was this a realistic expectation for a young man? How could a boy not look at a girl holding up her breasts, her little pink nipples standing out so tall against the long, smooth, white slope of her full breasts, and now even spreading her legs so that you could see her pussy? Michael felt an urge to move around in front so that he could get a good look himself, but he knew that she wouldn't like that. Nevertheless, he did react in the same manner as the other guys: his little penis slowly emerging from its foreskin cocoon, at first just poking its head out, but quickly thickening and lengthening as he basked in the pleasure of the sight of Chrissie holding up her breasts and spreading her legs. There was a big part of Michael that did not mind his cock growing, as any swelling would go far in hiding the fact that he was so little. But, once the process began, it was hard to hide the fact that he was getting hard. Terrie, a third year junior, was perhaps the first to notice, or at least she was the first to openly acknowledge it. "Golly, Michael," Terrie said, pretending to be an innocent ingenue, "I've never seen a male erection." A few girls giggled at that, some because they knew she was putting on an act and others because they thought she was in fact honestly displaying a remarkable naivete. There were indeed many, many girls at Abberville College who had not yet seen a naked male erection, and they were quite sincerely fascinated at the sight of this young man's swelling penis. She continued, "Would you please be a dear and make it as big and hard as you can?" She even sweetly fluttered her lashes at him, holding her hands behind her back and swinging her hips, as if this was just an innocent request. "I would be so very grateful if you would show me what a boner looks like." After that flirtatious display, Michael didn't have to use his hand to make himself harder. If any girl had said that to him on any other day, he would have been more than happy to do it, and would have been hard before he even got his cock out of his pants. The fact that it was perhaps said in jest didn't really matter. His cock shot up like a rattler. Much of the crowd's attention had shifted away from Chrissie over to Michael, for obvious reasons, and Chrissie took the opportunity to let go of her breasts and close her legs. She didn't have to keep the pose indefinitely, and it was evident that Michael was now on the hot seat. Now it was the girls' turn to tilt their heads and maneuver to get into position to watch the young man's cock swell and grow. This was a campus event that they could never have imagined witnessing, and it was pretty darn cool. Michael didn't have much, but he was the only show in town of a boy's thing getting all excited. It wasn't long before it reached its full glory, which didn't appear to be much. It wasn't what the girls were hoping for. A few of them didn't mask their giggles, although a couple of them were still quite impressed, as this was the first woodie they had ever seen. Terrie bent over from the waist, placed her hands on her knees and leaned in close to get a real good look. This caused quite a stir in the crowd, not knowing for sure what she was in fact up to. Hank moved up closer himself. "You have the prettiest little boner, Mikey." It really wasn't at all clear whether this was a compliment or an insult. Michael though was feeling increasingly embarrassed and perceived it as an insult. "Does it hurt when it gets so hard like that?" She knew darn well that it didn't, but she wanted to continue to tease him. "No, no, it doesn't." She looked up at him, a sweet expression on her face. "It would be so awfully nice of you Mikey if you could grip it in your hand." Michael did feel a strong urge to grab hold. It seemed to be begging to be touched, to be physically stimulated. He knew it would look silly, but a part of him wanted to touch it. He could at least then use his hand to hide much of it. As he did so, he felt Chrissie's hand on his arm, touching him in sympathy. Michael felt her concern, but it was also frankly arousing. It wasn't much of a touch. It certainly wasn't a touch on his cock, but it was the touch of a girl while he was touching himself, and it was naked girl at that. He imagined that she was trying to encourage him to jerk off for her, caressing his arm as he was caressing his cock. The girls' eyes widened with shock and wonder as they watched the naked boy jack off in the hallway. "Oh, Mikey," continued Terrie, "Is that how you do it when you play with yourself?" "Time's up," commanded Hank. Time was indeed up, and the security guard was frankly grateful as he was not at all certain where this would be going. It was against the rules to obtain relief in between classes, but he frankly wasn't sure if it was against the rules to simply pretend one was masturbating. He would have to check that while Chrissie and Michael were in their first class. Human Figure Drawing 301 Human Figure Drawing 301 was a "no-brainer" for the initial participants of The Program. The head of the Fine Arts Department (which consisted of just four faculty), Mrs. Jennifer Canfield, was delighted when she heard of The Program. Up until this point, she could not get any of the students to pose nude for her figure drawing, painting, or sculpture classes. The college would allow her to hire professional models. It wasn't as bad as she heard Ms. Parker describe at Templeton, but the small budget and remote, rural location of Abberville made such hiring functionally prohibitive. Fine arts training without ever sketching the human form? It was such a terrible handicap. Mrs. Canfield therefore did not hesitate to volunteer her class for the trial run of The Program. It was a golden opportunity. It was such a natural fit that it was in fact chosen to be the fast class of the day, which was fortunate as Mrs. Canfield preferred to have Chrissie and Michael pose for pencil sketching within her Human Figure Drawing class rather than the more advanced oil painting and sculpture classes that would meet later that day. Chrissie and Michael, in turn, were very relieved to get out of the hallway and into the class, for many reasons. There were only eight students enrolled in Human Figure Drawing 301. They would not have to face a large crowd. Plus, these students would be under the control of the instructor, Mrs. Canfield, who would most assuredly keep them in line. In fact, they were quite warmly greeted by Mrs. Canfield, which was such a nice contrast from the tension in the hallway. "Oh do please come in," Mrs. Canfield exclaimed with evident pleasure and enthusiasm as Chrissie, and then Michael, hiding his erection behind her, entered the room.. "I'm so delighted to meet the two of you. Isn't this so very exciting?" She grasped Chrissie's hand in her own. She said, "We are so very excited to have you here." She then turned to Michael. When she saw him, in his full frontal nudity, she hesitated. She brought her hand to her mouth in confused amusement and said to everyone while looking at his every evident erection, "But, I must say, it appears that Michael is even more excited than we are." The girls in the class giggled. Michael sighed with embarrassment, and fought the urge to hide his stiffness with his hands. This was exactly what he had vowed would not happen and yet, here it was poking right up tall and straight, at the beginning of the very first class, and clearly the focus of the girls' curiosity and amusement. There simply was no way to hide it. What would the rest of this day be like if he couldn't control himself in the very first class? "I'm really sorry, Mrs. Canfield. I didn't want this to happen." Mrs. Canfield, however, was not really upset. She had been fully warned about this during her orientation for The Program and she was not about to let a little matter like this spoil her plans. She put her arm around his shoulder. "Now don't you let this worry you, Michael. I know all about the rules of The Program. We fully expect the young men to be getting their boners." Why did she have to use that word? She sounded like a mother talking to her children, but that was in fact Mrs. Canfield's style of relating to her students. She was married but she had no children of her own, at least none yet, and she often treated her students like they were her kids. "We'll just take care of the fellow right now, won't we, sweetie" she said, as she reached down and grasped hold of his hard cock. Michael stepped back in shock as her hand touched his hard penis, but Mrs. Canfield wouldn't let him escape. She held right on to him, by his cock, and continued to patter away. "Now, kids," she said, turning to the students in the class, "I'm sure you are aware that the boys in The Program are to be allowed to get relief during the first five minutes of each class." She began to slide her clenched hand up and down his stiff shaft. The girls' eyes opened about as wide as they could, and a number of jaws dropped, as they stared in disbelief at the sight of the pretty Mrs. Canfield giving Michael a hand job in front of the whole class. Michael finally gathered his thoughts enough to speak. "Really, Mrs. Canfield, I'm fine." He quite naturally said, "I can really take care of it myself," but that brought out quite a bit of laughter in the room. Mrs. Canfield let go, realizing that perhaps she had made a big mistake. "Oh, yes, I'm sorry, Michael. Would you prefer to masturbate yourself?" Michael's face turned an ever darker red. That actually wasn't at all what he meant. He certainly had no interest in jerking off in front of everyone, particularly in front of all of these girls, as well as Mrs. Canfield. "Oh no, ma'am, I just mean, that, uh, it will go down in a second. I'm sure." Mrs. Canfield could see his embarrassment. She understood. She had not herself ever masturbated in front of anyone before, including her husband. He had once asked her to do it for him, as he masturbated as well, but she even found that to be rather embarrassing. Goodness, then, one could not expect a young man such as Michael to be able to do such a thing in front of a bunch of strangers! She felt though that it was unlikely for a young man's erection to go down soon. This one certainly appeared to her to be quite thoroughly swollen, and it would need to be limp for her class exercise. Her motherly protective instincts took over and she grasped hold of his cock once again. "Don't you worry, Michael," she said as she resumed the stroking of his cock, "This shouldn't take long." She spoke as if she was taking his temperature or washing his hands. "I've done this many times for my husband, Bob, when he needs relief. It's a very natural thing." Michael didn't know what to say. Mrs. Canfield was the instructor in charge of this class. He was a student and it was his responsibility to follow the orders of the instructor. But, this really did seem to be over the top. "We certainly don't want this little man to be standing up all through class now, do we?" This brought out another round of giggles and Michael sighed with frustration. 'Why did she have to refer to my cock as a little man?' "Now you kids behave while I take care of Michael. I'm sure many of you girls have done this for your boyfriends, so let's not hear any more giggling." Her scolding did effectively silence them, at least for the moment. None of the girls wanted Mrs. Canfield to pursue this line of conversation any further. A couple of them had in fact provided hand jobs, Stacy in particular. But, a few had not and they certainly didn't want anyone to know that, nor did they want to interrupt her. Their eyes were glued to the sight of the swollen red bulb of Michael's cock sliding in and out Mrs. Canfield's hand. "You just ignore the girls, Michael, and do your business." 'Geez,' Michael thought, now she's talking as if she was taking a puppy out to relieve himself. He wondered if Chrissie was watching. Chrissie was, indeed, watching, although only through the periphery of her vision. If she had been a student in the class she would be watching more openly, feeling like she was just a face in the crowd and she could comfortably, even intently, watch the young man be jerked off. However, she knew Michael, and he knew her. They would be sharing this day together. She certainly would not want him to be watching her intently as she got masturbated by an instructor. Just the thought of that sent a chill down her spine. This was certainly one time in which it was much better to be a girl than a boy. The authors of The Program put the five-minute rule in as a means to help the young men, but it would be of no help, or use, to her. Naked at College 01 Pt. 01 By this time precum lubrication had been released and was helping considerably with the stimulation of Michael's cock, as well as with the ambience. With all of the kids silenced, all that could be heard was the slurping and slapping sound of Mrs. Canfield's hand jerking up and down Michael's cock, with the foreskin sliding on and off the engorged crown. Chrissie couldn't resist. She leaned in for a better look. How could you ignore this? It seemed weird to be the only one in the room not openly watching, and, frankly, she had to admit, it was rather interesting, to say the least. She had never seen a boy get masturbated before, nor had she ever done it herself for a guy. Even if she had done that before, she still would be, at least, a bit curious. What girl wouldn't? Clearly none of the girls in the class were ignoring it. Her eyes were instantly drawn to the purplish red bulb that poked in and out of Mrs. Canfield hand, as well as in and out of Michael's foreskin. Mrs. Canfield observed, "I imagine this foreskin is really very helpful for you when you masturbate at home, Michael." There was no way he was going to answer that question. Michael in fact just closed his eyes. Closing his eyes did help to block out, at least from his sight, the fact that he was being jerked off in front of the entire class. The fact was that Mrs. Canfield's hand did feel very, very good. In addition, nobody had ever given him a hand job before. He had done it plenty of times for himself, but the feel of someone else's hand doing this for you was clearly much, much, much better, to say the least. And, the fact that it was being done by a grown woman, a very pretty and sweet one at that, made it all the more erotic. He knew now that he would subsequently consider enrolling in one of her courses, recalling each day in class the time that she fondly fondled his erect cock. Maybe participating in The Program wasn't so bad after all? Chrissie could hear herself breathing. She was surprised by her reaction. She was actually finding this to be a little exciting? Michael's penis had previously looked rather uninteresting and unappealing, if not downright silly. Even when it had gotten hard she still didn't find it attractive. In fact, she was annoyed by it. She found it insulting, if not degrading, that he had gotten hard while looking at her in the hallway. But, now, she had to admit that it was indeed a little neat to see a guy get masturbated. His penis was looking rather exciting in its excitement. It was so stiff and hard, and the crown was so purplish red. Michael opened his eyes. The room was so dead quiet, he had wondered what was going on. When he opened his eyes he realized that it was him that was going on, or soon to be going off. And, now he was fully enjoying it. Even the fact that this was happening in front of a group of people was now appealing. He could see the eyes of all the pretty girls staring intently at his hard cock, waiting expectantly in rapt anticipation for him to shoot off. He felt like, imagined that, he was some sort of professional stripper performing for these girls. Male strippers were typically these big handsome hunks. It would be absurd for him to even dream of being one, but, here he was, entertaining these girls with his hard, masculine cock. He clenched the muscles of his chest and biceps, feeling so proud and manly before them, and lost himself in the pleasure of Mrs. Canfield's hand. His first blast of cum shot from his cock like a white cannonball that sailed way up in the air, arched out toward the class, and landed with a big splat on Nancy's desk. "Oh my gosh!" squealed Nancy as she scrambled from her desk to get away. "Oh my," exclaimed Mrs. Canfield. She had not realized that he would shoot that far. Her husband certainly did not cum with this degree of force. Michael did not have much cum, being rather small in the testicles, but perhaps for that reason, or probably because he was still so vigorously young, his ejaculate emerged with considerable thrust and speed. Mrs. Canfield quickly turned his cock to aim it toward a more neutral, safer, landing zone. Wads, gobs, and ropes continued to stream a good distance across the room, landing in splats on the hard floor. Mrs. Canfield, though, did not let go. Letting go might in fact result in a girl actually getting hit with a loose blast of cum. His cock was twitching and jerking in her hand, like a gun rapidly recoiling with his blasts, and there was no telling where it would be aimed if she let it get away. And, besides, she knew it was best to keep jerking on the penis once it started its business. You do want to get all of the stuff out. Michael had gasped with pleasure as the first blast emerged, and then just gave himself over to the further rapturous waves that coursed through his body as his cock continued to gush and spurt in Mrs. Canfield's hand. He didn't even open his eyes when Nancy squealed. He was simply too lost in the blissful, orgasmic, gushing release. Chrissie also didn't watch. As soon as she saw the first white wad spurt from his penis she turned away. That was a bit too much for her. She was intensely curious, and she could feel her heart now racing with excitement, but it just didn't seem right to be watching a guy ejaculate. It was too impolite, too personal, and really, when she thought about it, frankly obscene and revolting. She turned her head away from the sight, although she could not escape the sound of the splats hitting the floor. She grimaced with disgust. When he was finished Mrs. Canfield carefully squeezed out the remaining drops onto the floor. She even shook him a bit, trying to get some stuff to drop that was just hanging off the tip. This brought out some groans of disgust from the girls, and even the guys. Chrissie didn't turn to look. Their evident revulsion simply reinforced her own aversion. It was quite a mess. Fortunately, the human figure drawing studio had plenty of materials for cleaning up spills. Mrs. Canfield quickly retrieved a couple of wet rags, one for the floor (and the spot on Nancy's desk); the other for Michael. Michael pitched in as well on the floor, as he was now feeling a bit sheepish. Ruminative doubts about actually appearing to the girls like a male stripper were seeping into his mind as he was wiping up the cum off the floor, his shrunken penis swinging in the air. Mrs. Canfield worked quickly as she wanted to get on with the class. They had lost a considerable amount of invaluable time obtaining relief for Michael, and there was still so much to do. She clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. "Alright kids, let's get to your easels so we can get down to work." She looked over at Michael, and was pleased to see that he was indeed now quite limp. Mrs. Canfield couldn't wait to get started. She had a nice soft bench on which for Chrissie and Michael to sit. "Alright then, the two of you can sit here." She turned to her students. "Given that we have two models, one male and one female, I thought it would be smashing to sketch the Rodin sculpture, "The Kiss." She turned back to Chrisie and Michael. "I just love that sculpture, don't you?" Neither Chrissie nor Michael were at all familiar with it. But, its name did not sound the least bit appealing. Chrissie spoke up. "We're not, you know, boy friend, girl friend, Mrs. Canfield. I mean, we're not even dating." She certainly wanted to correct any misconception about that. Mrs. Canfield laughed at her naivete. "You really actually won't do anything, Chrissie. My goodness, what do you think this is? No, no, no, it's just an artistic pose. You don't even have to really kiss. Here, let me show you. Michael, you sit here." She directed Michael to sit on the cushioned couch. Chrissie was brought over to sit on his left. "Alright then, now, Michael, you put your right hand on her left side. Chrissie, you lean back and rest your right leg over his left leg." It was a bit confusing. Mrs. Canfield therefore picked up Chrissie's right leg and laid it over the thigh of Michael. Chrissie didn't like that too much, as it forced her legs to spread a bit. Jimmy, one of the only two boys in the class, smiled with delight. He had a clear view of the delicate pussy of Chrissie, the Class President. She had always seemed to him to act so superior, as if he was some sort of lazy, worthless, scum. Now she was sitting right in front of him, showing him her big tits and, best of all, her pretty little cunt. He instantly grew hard in his shorts. It was a little risky, as he was wearing loose fitting boxers, but they also gave him good access to surreptitiously play and rub himself while he gazed at her white, soft mound and delicious lips. He used his right hand to sketch them, his left to softly feel the head of his cock with his thumb and forefinger. "Yes, that's good Chrissie, now hold onto Michael with your right arm around his shoulder, just bring it around and then lean back, like you're going to be kissed." The bench was placed at the back of the little stage so that she could comfortably lean back. "Michael, you lean in. Rest your right hand on her left thigh." He did so. "Very, very, good. Yes, that's just wonderful." Mrs. Canfield was very pleased. Michael and Chrissie were happy about one thing: they couldn't see the faces of any of the students as they looked into each other's eyes. However, their pose was frankly a bit intimate. Chrissie found it particularly awkward. Her right breast was pressed against Michael's chest, and she was sitting as if she wanted him to kiss her, right in front of everyone. Her right leg was draped across his, as if she was inviting him to reach in between her legs, to fondle her pussy that was peeking out between her lily white thighs. Michael would like to in fact kiss Chrissie, although not this way, not because she had to do it for some class. And, he could tell that she found the pose to be uncomfortable, and not just physically. He could feel her breaths against his chest, which was nice, as it was her naked breast rising and falling against his body, but the expression on her face made it clear that the pressure of her heaving breast had nothing to do with affection. With their lips so close together, Chrissie wished that she had taken another Notoid, but she didn't want to break the pose to get another one. "Yes, I think the two of you look just darling." Chrissie felt that Mrs. Canfield sounded like her mother when she took a picture of her and her date before they went to the prom. "And it's so nice to be able to draw such attractive human anatomy. Don't you think so, kids?" Normally they would have given her a stilted and polite, 'Yes, Mrs. Canfield,' but this time they were in full and enthusiastic agreement. "Oh yea," "Yes ma'am," and "Definitely," were heard throughout the class. "Here let me fix your hair a little bit," Mrs. Canfield exclaimed. She wanted this opportunity for the class, probably the only chance she'd have for some time, to be just perfect. Chrissie realized that her hair was probably a bit disheveled. She would normally check her appearance before she entered a class. How ironic perhaps that she didn't think of doing it when her physical appearance was of so much interest to most everyone she saw, or more accurately saw her, but she really had no interest right now in seeing herself in a mirror. It wasn't though that hair that Miss Canfield was talking about. Chrissie's eyes widened in shock when she felt Mrs. Canfield's fingers shaping and grooming the bush of her pussy. "Would you mind dear if I just trimmed, shaped, and thinned it out a little bit?" Chrissie's face flushed with embarrassment. It was bad enough for Mrs. Canfield to actually be primping the hair of her cunnie, and in front of the students, but did she have to suggest to the entire class that she was too bushy down there? Perhaps she was, but did she have to say it out loud? Mrs. Canfield did not wait for an answer. She wanted to reassure Chrissie that it wasn't anything personal. "It's really very pretty, Chrissie. Don't you think so class?" "Oh yes, Mrs. Canfield," a few replied, particularly Jimmy, who was busy committing to memory every inch, every centimeter, of the naked cunt of Chrissie. His eyes had been on her throughout the class, even when Mrs. Canfield was masturbating Michael. He was by now quite hard and was feeling rather safe playing with himself, as it was clear where the attention of the rest of the class was focused. If he kept this up he would likely explode in his pants, leaving quite a wet mess, but right now, he didn't mind at all. "Yes, dear, I think the vagina is the most attractive part of a woman's body, and yours is so feminine, so full." She continued to compliment Chrissie's cunnie as she combed, brushed, shaped, and trimmed. She had quite a few stylist implements available, which were normally used for the models' hair higher up. "The lips are really quite luscious, so full and feminine." She turned to her class. "Now, be sure to get the detail of all these folds, turns, and curves." She even pulled on one of the flaps to emphasize the importance of the depth perspective. Chrissie flushed with further embarrassment. "And, the tresses are so delicate, so elegant. But, I just think it would help, just a bit, to thin it out somewhat so the lips are even more evident, more exposed. We really don't want her lips to be hiding from us, do we?" Chrissie began to grimace with annoyance. Michael shook his head in sympathy. "Of course, we also want the cut to be a bit more even." Even some of the girls in the class had to giggle at that. None of them had ever thought of doing up the hair on their pussy. Chrissie really wanted her to just shut up. "There! Now, that is really very nice." She stood back to admire her handiwork. It was in fact a good job. There hadn't been anything really wrong with it before, but any girl will tell you that a good stylist can make a natural curl look elegant, and the girls did have to agree that her cunnie was now really quite appealing. She originally looked a little disheveled, even a bit bushy. It was true. Now, it was a delicate coiffure that complimented, accentuated, rather than hid her cunnie lips, and they were quite a sight to see. They weren't dainty prim lips. They were quite full, thick, and lush lips and folds that would provide considerable stimulation to the fortunate cock that was given permission to enter. "Jimmy, what does it remind you of?" Jimmy's left hand quickly switched from fondling to hiding his erection. "What does it remind me of?" What was this question? It reminded him of a girl's hot cunt, but he knew that wasn't the answer. "Why yes, Jimmy, of course. Now, look closely and concentrate." He didn't have to be asked twice to look closely, but his mind only drifted to the thought of his cock sliding inside. Michael could see the embarrassment in Chrissie's eyes. It was hard enough to have her legs open to the class, but now Mrs. Canfield was even asking a boy to stare intently and deeply at her most personal, private spot. Mrs. Canfield didn't want to make a student in her class feel uncomfortable for not knowing the answer to a question. She didn't want to embarrass the boy. "Well, perhaps the beauty of the female form has made Jimmy a bit speechless. But, my goodness, what I see before me is a Georgia O'Keeffe masterpiece. Don't you think so kids?" They did see her point, but the suggestion also made a few of the girls' faces redden. Michael didn't understand the association. He really wanted to look down at her himself, to try to figure it out, and for another reason as well. He had not gotten a good look at her cunnie when they first met, but he knew that trying to catch a peek would be much too obvious, and he certainly didn't want to offend Chrissie. It was more then plenty good enough that he was holding her to him, feeling his right hand on her naked thigh and, best of all, feeling her naked breast pressed against his chest. It felt so soft, so full, and the nipple pressing against him was really cool. An actual naked nipple. He felt a bit of stirring in his own loins and he quickly tried to think of something else; actually, that wasn't hard. He just focused on the embarrassed expression on Chrissie's face. "I think the final touch will be a little spritz." She used her plant spritzer to spray a delicate wash of moisture on Chrissie's cunnie. "Oh, that's now so very wonderful! It's like her vagina is glistening." Much of the thin spray caught on the delicate hairs, offering a sparkling glitter to the eye. Some of it reached her lips, giving the impression that she was getting a bit wet, perhaps aroused. Jimmy squeezed hard on his cock, felt a rushing urgency, and quickly pulled away before he had an accident. "And, here, let's wake up that nipple." She spritzed Chrissie's exposed nipple and gave it a few tweaks with her finger. "We want her to be all perky as well." She stepped back. The students could see the nipple push up and out. "Oh yes, she's standing up tall now. Be sure, kids, to get this detail." "Yes ma'am," replied Jimmy, reaching back down again for his hard cock. Michael could see Chrissie's nipple out of the corner of his eye. He felt that he could even feel the other nipple stiffen in concert, or sympathy, but that might have been his imagination. In any case, Chrissie's nipple was now proudly standing up high on her lush, full white breast, begging to be tweaked, pinched, or sucked. Mrs. Canfield even grasped the breast in her hand, lifting it up and then letting it fall. "This is really a very wonderful breast, Chrissie; so round, so full and yet so impressively firm, just perfect to draw. Isn't it wonderful girls?" Perhaps she had momentarily forgotten that there were two boys in the class, or simply felt a bit awkward talking to the boys about Chrissie's breast. She ignored her error and turned her attention to Chrissie's other hair. She didn't actually have to do much there at all, as Chrissie had a very natural blonde wave. However, Chrissie did have to admit that she appreciated Ms. Mullin's effort to get it right. If there were to be drawings of her, she did want to look her best. "Mrs. Canfield," Stacy said, her hand politely raised. Mrs. Canfield called on her. "Yes, dear, what is it?" "I can't see Mikey's testicles. They're too small." "Oh my," she replied and turned her attention back to Michael. Stacy was indeed correct and that would not do. This will probably be the only opportunity all semester long to have a man model his genitalia and it would be a terrible shame if the students couldn't actually see them. The male and female genitalia were not in fact seen well at all in the original sculpture, but she felt some license was useful for the purposes of her class. She did see the problem. One solution would be to have him spread his legs wider, but that would be too much deviation from the original sculpture. She instead got a small rag she used to clean the chalkboard. She wadded it up into a little ball, and tucked, actually stuffed, it under and behind his balls. This was quite uncomfortable and embarrassing for Michael. It was like his testicles were being given a baby chair to sit on. It was now his turn on the stage for his face to turn red. He realized that this was probably going to happen quite often through the course of the day. Chrissie smiled in sympathy, although quite relieved that the attention was finally off her cunnie and breasts. "There, that's much better," Mrs. Canfield said, quite pleased with her work. Michael's balls were now sitting up rather high on his thighs. "Just leave what you see of the rag out of the sketch." She considered trimming and grooming Michael's hair as well, but frankly she would prefer that he had more hair. It would make him look more masculine. She did, however, run her fingers through it a few times to bush it up a bit. Naked at College 01 Pt. 02 This is Part Two of Naked at College, #1: Chrissie and Michael. There is a bit of introductory material, but I have tried to keep this part brief. You definitely should read Part One before reading this part, as the story will seem even more absurd than it already is without the introduction and prior events. This series is my Litererotica version of the "Naked in School" series, started originally by Karen Wagner. Please note, it again develops slowly, but quite a bit does eventually happen. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - After departing from Nursing 532, Chrissie and Michael quickly headed for the Administrative Building, where they had started this ignominious day. There was to be a special luncheon for them within the boardroom of the Dean of Undergraduate Studies. The administration wanted to provide a clear demonstration of their support for the two students who were blazing the way for the beginning of The Program at Abberville College. Chrissie and Michael were walking speedily from the Health Sciences Building to the Administrative Building. They were in a hurry in part because they did not want to keep President Rayburn, Dean Worell, or any of the other senior administrators and faculty that might be there waiting. It was quite an honor to be invited to have lunch with the President. It's not something you wanted to be late for. Besides, the sooner they got there the sooner they would be out of the prying eyes of all of these fellow undergraduates. By now, most everyone at Abberville College was aware that The Program had started. Two fortunate students, or unfortunate, depending upon your perspective, had been selected to spend the day naked on campus. They couldn't cover or hide any parts of their bodies from anyone else. They couldn't be touched, but if asked politely they would have to pose in any manner requested. Chrissie and Michael were both above the age of eighteen, as were all of the students at Abberville College. Chrissie Pippin was in fact nineteen, and Class President. It seemed only natural to President Rayburn that the leader of the student body would be the first to blaze the way with her own body. It also helped that she was a very attractive young lady. She had wavy blonde hair, pretty green eyes, rosy cheeks, sweet red lips, long shapely legs, and very, very full breasts, which, one could now clearly see, stood up quite well despite their size. What was most striking about Chrissie, though, was her enthusiastic dedication to the success and growth of the college. Students who were jealous of her would call her Elle behind her back, referring to the character in Legally Blonde. But, in fact, those who were her closest friends did so as well to her face. She didn't mind. She took it as a compliment. She liked Elle Woods and found the comparison to be very flattering. Whenever someone referred to her as Elle, she would just gaily respond, "That's totally excellent, like we're both Gemini vegetarians!" Michael Bates was a more debatable choice. An obvious partner for Chrissie might have been a comparable political leader or perhaps a star athlete. However, others wanted the partner to be someone who complemented Chrissie in a manner that represented an equally, if not more central, component of the college. They did not want The Program to be perceived as simply an excuse to be able to gawk at attractive nude bodies. It was to be a quite serious participatory pedagogical program whose purpose was to learn to treat others in their natural state, to become more comfortable with one's body, to become aware of one's own sexual conflicts and tensions, and to learn to behave in a more mature and morally conscientious manner. Michael was not chosen because he was a hunk, but because he represented well the thinking student, the campus intelligentsia. Intelligentsia, however, was not on the minds of the students through whom Chrissie and Michael were navigating. The eyes of the boys were fixed on the wiggling and wobbling breasts of Chrissie. They stood up quite well without a bra, but she sorely missed a brassiere to hold them in place. It felt like she had two humongous mounds of jello attached to her chest. They seemed to have a life of their own, jiggling and bobbling with every step. Once the boys' eyes finished feasting on her breasts, they traveled to her pussy. She had always been quite happy that she didn't have an inordinately thick bush. But, she now would prefer an unattractively dense coverage in favor of the wispy delicacy that now graced her full lipped mound, thanks to the efforts of Mrs. Canfield. Michael felt equally bad about the exposure of his penis, which was once again limply tucked within its coverlet. The experience in the nursing class, at least the last part of it, had been fantastic. But, the end result was that he was again shriveled up. He wondered how many girls were looking at him, thinking that there was no way they would ever want to go out with that little thing. It certainly couldn't satisfy them. At best it would only amuse or tickle them. A significant function of clothes was to accentuate one's positive features while at the same time hiding one's blemishes and flaws. Michael felt that his weakness as a man was being laid bare. What girl would be attracted to his little wiggling peanut. When they arrived at the Administrative Building, Chrissie noticed that they would have to climb up a series of stairs to get to the board room. Chrissie really didn't want to walk naked up a flight of stairs. She would at times feel uncomfortable about this even when she was wearing clothes. She knew that the face of a guy right behind her was actually at the same level of her swaying behind. She often felt that he was probably just staring right at her butt, a lecherous smile across his face, imagining that she was doing a Stairmaster just for his pleasure. She felt really uncomfortable being compelled to give him this show. It was particularly bad if she was wearing a tight skirt that accentuated her bottom or a short skirt that he could look up, although skin-tight jeans that molded her bottom could be just as bad. Well, this was going to be much worse. This would be an "up-skirt" angle without the skirt, nor even the panties. She hesitated at the foot of the stairs. "Mikey," she said softly, taking hold of his hand, circling her thumb in the palm of his hand, her private, secret gesture. "Yea?" He wondered if she was having second thoughts about going to the luncheon, although he couldn't figure out why she wouldn't want to do that, at least compared to going someplace that would be full of students. She turned to him, a plaintive expression on her face. "Would you do me a favor?" He didn't hesitate to answer as he felt her thumb caressing the palm of his hand.. "Well sure." She looked back up the stairs, biting her lower lip. She turned back to him, squeezing his hand as she continued to role her thumb in his palm. "Mikey, if you wouldn't mind, would you stay right behind me as we walk up the stairs?" 'What an odd request,' he thought. It kind of sounded like she wanted him to appear to be secondary to her. Perhaps to be sure that she entered the Dean's conference room first. However, that would in fact be appropriate. She was, after all, the first participant to be chosen. Hank Adams, their security guard accompanying them as they walked from class to class, was also confused. If it was protection she wanted, it was his job to provide it "Well, yea, sure," Michael replied, a little uncertain and certainly confused. "Oh thank you!" Chrissie gave him, in appreciation, a quick peck on the cheek. She thought it was especially nice of him to not even acknowledge the reason for walking behind her. That was rather gentlemanly of him. As soon as he got behind her, Michael understood the real reason for her request, or at least he figured what might in fact be the real reason. He now had a most wonderful view of her shapely bottom, her hips going back and forth, the tender, white cheeks tensing and relaxing, lifting and falling with each of her steps. He admired the bottoms of girls he would see exercising on a Stairmaster. Well, this was a hundred times better. He even got quite a few good looks at her cunnie, at times just inches from his face. He had not yet seen it this close. It was like she was intentionally showing it to him, wanting him to see it up close; after all, she did ask him to walk right behind her. Even if it was not true, it was a nice fantasy. His cock began to swell with pleasure as they proceeded up the stairs. He was even getting occasional peeks into the crack of her bottom. He remembered the sight of her rosebud when she bent over for him. She has such a pretty fanny. He wanted to grab this bottom in his hands so much! When they reached the top of the stairs they had only a few feet to go down the hall. Chrissie turned around to take his hand, partly out of appreciation for watching 'her back.' She instantly saw his erection. She was not, however, upset. This was precisely the effect she knew she would have had on whomever was walking behind her. Somehow it wasn't so bad that it was Michael. It was like when she bent over for him, but this time for quite a bit of time. "Um, do you want to wait for a second?" He sure did. He certainly didn't want to walk into the presidential luncheon sporting a hard-on. But, he also didn't like the idea of standing naked in the hallway with one. Who knew who would walk by, nor how long it would take to lose it. There was a much better solution. "Um, I need to, uh, anyway, use the rest room." Hank smiled sympathetically. "Good idea, yes, right, Michael. I'll wait for you here." He could see that a lavatory break was a good idea. The Program rules do allow the participants private usage of restrooms, with the understanding that they would not use the opportunity to hide from a responsibility as a Program participant, nor use the private time to take relief. Michael did use the time though to lose his erection. It was a form of relief, but not the manner in which the rules actually prohibited. He had to go so far though as to apply cold water to his penis to get it down. Chrissie, in the meantime, visited the ladies room, for a couple of reasons. One was simply the natural purpose of a ladies room. The other though was to check her hair. She would naturally check her hair before meeting one of the college's administrators, and she certainly wanted to look her best for a formal luncheon that would be attended by quite a few important persons. However, it seemed a bit odd to be working on her hair and make-up while her tits jiggled out so openly. She wondered if anyone would in fact even notice if her hair was disheveled, which made her think about her other hair. Given that she was alone in the ladies room, she could not resist the temptation to see for herself the fruits of Mrs. Canfield's labor. She looked at herself in the mirror, down there, and she had to smile. It did now look much prettier. She had never paid much attention to her cunnie hair before, as nobody but herself ever saw it. But, as her mother had always warned her to wear good underwear in case she was in an accident, you never knew when your underwear might also be pulled down. She vowed to take good care of her coiffure in the future. She looked at herself from various angles: from the side, facing forward, legs spread, thighs pressed together. She even tried to get a sense of what she looked like from behind, bent over, but whenever she bent over her head was too low to see her cunnie in the mirror. Nevertheless, she had to smile at how pretty she now looked, down there. She was ready to face the President. She popped a Notoid in her mouth and returned to the hallway, where Michael and Hank were waiting, a smile on their faces. Chrissie blushed, thinking that their minds were also on the sight of her prettified pussy, but it was actually because Michael's penis was now all relaxed. "Okay, Michael," she said, grabbing his hand and taking a deep breath, her full breasts rising up even higher, "Let's do it." "Have fun, kids," Hank said. "Aren't you coming in?" Chrissie asked, feeling bad for him, as it was time for lunch. However, the security guard never attended any functions of the participants. "Don't worry, Chrissie, Mrs. Edwards [President Rayburn's Administrative Assistant] has a lunch ready for me." "Well, alright then." "See you later," he said, although quickly feeling a little sheepish at the unintended meaning of that cliche. The Luncheon President Rayburn greeted them at the door. He was a driving force behind The Program and he wanted to demonstrate his enthusiastic support for the groundbreaking effort of these two young participants. "Do come in, you two. We're so pleased to have you with us for lunch. And, don't you both look so wonderful! I imagine that it has been quite a day so far. We're quite excited to hear about it." Michael wasn't so sure that President Rayburn would want to hear about his cumming all over the face of Bethany Evans. "Yes sir," he carefully replied. "Absolutely," President Rayburn affirmed as he shook Michael's hand. He then turned to Chrissie. "Chrissie, I say, you got your hair cut." "Sir?" Chrissie was confused. "I see you trimmed your hair," he replied, gesturing to her private spot, which was now quite a public spot. "What a wonderful idea. I have always wondered myself why women will spend so much time making their hair, the hair on their head, mind you, look so attractive, so appealing, yet neglect entirely the hair that dresses the most feminine, the most appealing, part of a woman's body. My goodness, my wife will at times take an hour before she's ready to go out." Chrissie was speechless, but that did not deter President Rayburn. "I suppose they don't because only one man will presumably see that part of her body, but don't you think the fact that if he is such a very special person she would be especially concerned about how it looked?" Chrissie had looked forward to the day when she would be engaging in an intellectual dialogue with a leading figure of the college. She had never thought that it would concern the appearance of a woman's feminine bush. "Yes sir, I see your point." President Rayburn thought of saying, 'Yes, and with your careful trimming and grooming, I can now see much more of your lips,' but he wondered if that might be too personal. "Well, in any case, I applaud your effort. I think it looks very nice." "Um, yes, thank you sir?" She hadn't really wanted to phrase her gratitude in terms of a question, but she really was at a loss for how best to respond. "I think it's wonderful that you have taken to this experience with so much enthusiasm. Dean Worell said that you would go the extra mile, and I can see that you certainly did." Chrissie decided not to inform him that the trim and shaping were entirely the decision and effort of Mrs. Canfield. Whenever a teacher, or any superior, gave you a compliment, it was perhaps best to just accept it. "Oh yes sir, I just thought that if everyone is going to see it, it might as well look its best." "Wonderful, wonderful," he replied, taking her by the arm. "Let's show Dean Worell. I imagine she will be most pleased." "Um, right, yes, of course, sir," Chrissie replied, hoping that he would at least not take her around the entire room to show each administrator her prettily trimmed pussy. Michael was left on his own. He was feeling quite awkward. Many of the guests were men; well dressed men. And, he was standing there before them, wearing only his black socks and black dress shoes. He shook the hand of Mr. Stumpf, a psychology professor. "Tell me son, tell me the first thing that is on your mind. What is it that you are thinking right now." "Sir?" What he was thinking right now was that this was a rather odd way to greet someone. "Well, actually, it's kind of odd." "It's only odd, son, until it's successfully analyzed. Please, go ahead. Don't delay further." "Well, I don't know, I guess I just wanted to mention that I won the Abberville Quantum Award." Professor Stumpf's expression did not change. He just nodded his head knowingly, puffing on his pipe. "Yes, yes, that is quite understandable." "It is?" "Certainly, young man. You feel exposed, rather literally I might say. And, you're feeling inadequate. I imagine that you're wishing to compensate for what is so well, well, so obviously inadequate." "Sir?!" "Excuse me, let me introduce myself." A strikingly attractive woman appeared at his side. "I'm Professor Billingsley, Michael. Why don't you come with me to the table to find our seats. You'll be sitting next to me." The professor took him by the arm and led him away. As they walked to the table, she said, "Don't let him bother you, Michael. He is like that with everyone." "I suppose," he said. "Have you heard of the concept of 'projection', Michael?" "Yea, that's when you say something that the other person was going to say." Ms. Billingsley smiled. He clearly had not yet taken psychology. "That's close, Michael. But, actually, it's more like when persons accuse you of something that is actually more true for themselves, in part because they can't face the truth about themselves. I think you just witnessed an instance of 'projection'." Michael smiled. He felt better, but there was nevertheless quite a bit of truth in what Professor Stumpf had said. "Do you know who I am, Michael?" He knew that he probably should, but he didn't. "Um, yeah, sure, Ms. Billingsley." She laughed. "Oh don't be such a liar, Michael. You know, a naked boy doesn't have much to hide." "Yes, ma'am," he bashfully replied, not appreciating that she had just reminded him of that fact. She stopped to turn toward him. "Michael, does it really bother you that you're naked?" Wow, that seemed like an incredibly dumb question, and from a professor at that. He stated the obvious. "Yea, Ms. Billingsley, it does." She directed him to continue their walk to their chairs. "Well, that is a shame. A real shame. Frankly, I envy you." He looked at her incredulously. "You do?" "Of course, Michael. You're such a brave young man, and you're just so out there, free in the world, showing how comfortable you are with your body. I wonder if someday the faculty will be allowed to participate in The Program." Faculty members being naked?! He then realized who he was talking to. It was Ms. Billingsley, one of the founding fathers, well, founding mother, of The Program. She had even been a close personal friend of Mr. Peters, a rather scandalous professor who used quite provocative pedagogical techniques. He was pretty innovative in his approaches to student discipline, and the college was very sorry to have lost him to Templeton, as he was gaining considerable recognition within pedagogical science (see The Lessons, Chapters 1, 4, and 17). "Golly, Ms. Billingsley, I never imagined, uh, I really hadn't looked at it that way." They were now standing behind their chairs. "Michael, could I please touch your bottom?" "Ms. Billingsley!" he whispered. "I don't think touching is allowed." Touching a participant was forbidden, although it was allowed under the guidance or instruction of a faculty member, as had occurred with Mrs. Canfield and Ms. Henderson. And, Ms. Billingsley was certainly a member of the faculty. "Just consider it as an educational experience, Michael." Standing behind their chairs at the dining table, their backs were to the wall. Ms. Billingsley placed her hand, lightly, on his naked bottom. She could feel his muscles tighten in response, but he did not ask her to take her hand away. It was in fact nice to feel her reassurance, her support, as she warmly caressed the soft curves of his young, masculine butt. Naked at College 01 Pt. 02 Ms. Billingsley loved the feel of the smooth round cheeks of a young man's behind. She spread her hand out and firmly grasped both cheeks with her left hand, and then gave him a tight squeeze as she smiled into his eyes. "Wouldn't you enjoy seeing your professor, me, for instance, standing naked in front of you?" Michael's cock began to swell. He glanced around the room. His cock was well hid by the back of his chair and, besides, most of the eyes were either averted, the guests not wanting to be caught staring at one of the naked students, or they were in fact stealing glances at Chrissie, who was standing between two of the more senior faculty. He had no idea what she was saying, but it was clear that they were paying very close attention to her every word, desperately trying not to notice how her breasts seemed to bounce with every exclamation, every gesture, every turn. President Rayburn, however, gestured toward her cunnie and Michael could see Chrissie's face flush with embarrassment as they stared intently in between her legs. She was indeed a beguiling sight. His cock was rapidly rising up, and soon thrust up straight. Ms. Billingsley noticed where he was looking. "Michael!" Ms. Billingsley pretended to offended. She whispered to him, "Is that hard-on because of me, or is it for your little friend, Chrissie?" Michael wasn't sure which of them was more arousing, although his stiffie was probably mostly because of Ms. Billingsley's hand caressing his butt. He was reminded of the womanly hand of Mrs. Canfield earlier that morning. He wondered if Ms. Billingsley might masturbate him as well. He was thinking that this Program thing was turning out to be pretty good, or at least the bad times did seem to be offset by some rather good times. He gave his bottom over to the pleasure of Ms. Billingsley's hand. Ms Billingsley did not wait any longer for his answer. "Perhaps, Michael, you could assist me later this week?" An undergraduate knew better than to decline a request to assist a faculty member. "Well, um, certainly, if I can, yes, I'd be happy to." "We could perhaps have our own private Program," she said softly as she slid her fingers up and down the crack of his butt. Michael turned to her, the head of his hard cock banging against the back of his chair as he turned. "Excuse me?" "Alright, everybody," announced President Rayburn, "Let's retire to our seats. Our guests of honor have two more classes today and we certainly don't want them to be late." Michael crawled into his seat to hide his erection. He was sitting kitty corner from the President who was at the head of the table. Chrissie sat directly across from Michael. Ms. Billingsley sat next to Michael on his right. Dean Worell was sitting next to Chrissie. Michael was quite glad to be sitting down. The hard wood chair was rather uncomfortable on his butt, but no longer could his penis, erect or flaccid, be seen by anyone. Chrissie was not so lucky. Her naked breasts were still prominently displayed. In fact, they seemed to be all the more palpable, jutting out over the dining table, over her plate, like she was offering her breasts as an appetizer, and they certainly were quite appetizing to the eye. President Rayburn felt they deserved particular commendation. "Chrissie, I must say, I was a bit concerned when you were chosen to be the first participant of The Program, but I can now see how wrong I was to feel this way." "Sir, how do you mean?" She was confused as to his meaning, but not at all surprised that they might have had doubts about her. If she had been consulted, she would have raised quite a few doubts of her own. She placed her napkin in her lap, noting how this was the first time that day that she was able to hide her pussy. "Well, honey, if I must say, you do have quite large breasts for your age, or, really, for any age." Chrissie's eyes widened. She had never heard an administrator speak so openly about her breasts before, although given his earlier bold discussion of her trimmed pussy, perhaps she shouldn't have been surprised. "It is curious, I must say. Normally I wouldn't speak so openly about a student's breasts." Turning to Michael, "Or his penis." Michael nervously smiled, not only because of President Rayburn's remark, but also because, at the same time, he felt the fingers of Ms. Billingsley's left hand slipping into his lap, under his napkin, to wrap around his shaft. He had been hoping that the lunch would provide him with plenty of time to lose his erection, but that was not likely to occur if Professor Billingsley continued to play with him under the table. President Rayburn continued. "But, this is one of the benefits of The Program that I so very much admire. As the body opens up, so does the mind. You become so much more comfortable talking about oneself, admitting to things, that you normally would keep to yourself. False expectations, misperceptions, and stereotypic judgments become resolved because you address them so openly. You two are symbols for openness, for full honesty. I just can't tell you how delighted I am that The Program is finally beginning. You might be surprised at how much work and preparation was spent in addressing all of the concerns and objections that were raised. It wasn't like its implementation was a slam dunk, let me tell you." "No sir," Chrissie replied, as she sipped her soup. She was always careful not to spill any food on herself while she was eating, and she was even more attentive when she was at a formal function. And, this was a formal soiree in which she was naked. It would be terrible to actually spill some of the soup on a naked tittie. Imagine having to clean herself there. "And, I must acknowledge the substantial contributions of Ms. Billingsley here. She had quite a hand in its development." Ms. Billingsley leaned forward, squeezing hard on Michael's stiff, throbbing dick. "I am always so very pleased, sir, to lend a hand, whenever it's helpful." "Well, I do thank you for that," he replied. Michael wasn't entirely sure how helpful her hand was being. He was having considerable difficulty concentrating on his soup. He was bent over the bowl, keeping his face right above it, as he continually spilled bits from his spoon as Ms. Billingsley's caressed, fondled, and stroked his stiffness below the table. It was awfully cool being jerked off by a prominent and very attractive professor, and even right under the nose of the President. But, he really didn't want to cum in her hand. He seriously doubted that President Rayburn would look well on the fact that a male student shot his load under the table during a formal luncheon. He could certainly kiss any letters of recommendation goodbye. Imagine trying to explain within a reference letter how or why he ejaculated at a formal luncheon. But, still, her hand felt so soft, so stimulating, so good. "Goodness, I'm digressing here. Excuse an old man, Chrissie. It's hard for me to suppress my enthusiasm when the topic is The Program. We worked so hard to get it approved by the Board of Trustees. Yes, but, back to the subject at hand, which is and really should be you. As I was saying, we carefully reviewed quite a number of possible students for the honor of being the first. I must admit to one concern which was simply the size of your breasts." "President Rayburn?" Why must so many of her conversations today return to her breasts? Michael's eyes were as well continually glancing at Chrissie's boobs. With Ms. Billingsley's hand sliding up and down his cock, it was really hard not to enjoy their sight, along with the feel of her hand. 'Oh jeeez!' he thought. Ms. Billingsley was now just using the tips of her fingers, lightly scratching up and down the tightly stretched skin of his shaft. He could feel his balls pulling tightly against him. "Yes, dear, I was concerned that they were so large that they would sag in some unattractive or embarrassing manner for you." Chrissie's face flushed with self-consciousness. "I know, I know. It is insensitive, and simply wrong, for me to suggest that a girl with droopy breasts should not participate in The Program. On the contrary, we will eventually have persons of all shapes and sizes. I might myself some day participate, and won't that be a rather disgusting sight!" He chuckled at his effort to make light of himself. Chrissie felt fortunate that he didn't ask her what she would think of seeing him naked. Ms. Billingsley shifted to lightly massaging the tip of his cock with the soft palm of her left hand, rolling it around and around the soft roundness of his crown. She could feel his precum soaking into her skin. She said to Michael, "Hmmmmm, doesn't this soup taste so good, Michael?" "Um, uh, yes ma'am." It was a thick tomato bisque. "I think though that it perhaps could use some more cream. Don't you think?" she asked, as she once again grasped his shaft. "Yea, well, maybe." He considered shifting away from her, but he didn't want to draw any attention to himself, or letting any at the table, and certainly not President Rayburn, know that he was sporting a boner. She said very quietly, "Do you think that you might have some cream for my soup, Michael?" Michael protested, "Ms. Billingsley!" President Rayburn continued, "Precisely because of this concern, because persons' insensitive reactions to bodies that lack an obvious appeal, we felt that it would be important for the initial participants not to have this disadvantage. It's not like you aren't already facing a number of other obstacles, being the initial participants." Chrissie thought, 'That was certainly an understatement.' "But, I must say, your bosoms stand up quite proud without any external support." Chrissie looked down at her soup and responded rather self-consciously, "Yes, well, thank you sir." How might she change the focus of this conversation? "And, I certainly don't want to neglect our second participant, the young Mr. Bates." Michael looked up in fright. This was not the time that he wanted to be talking to President Rayburn. Chrissie though appreciated that the focus of attention was now finally leaving her, and her breasts in particular. "How has it been so far for you, young man." Some parts of the day had been quite difficult, if not miserable, but Ms. Billingsley's hand beneath the table was approaching another great moment. He answered rather neutrally, "It's been fine, sir." "Fine? Is that all?" President Rayburn was surprised. The day must have been full of all sorts of adventures and new experiences. "Excuse me, son, but I was wondering, we were all expecting, that a young man like yourself would have some difficulty with erections. This was why The Program includes the option of gaining relief within the first five minutes of each class. May I ask if you have felt the need so far of taking advantage of this option?" Ms. Billingsley came to his rescue, sort of. She removed her hand from his cock and said, "He might need relief at the beginning of his next class." "Excuse me?" President Rayburn asked. "I believe the young man has an erection right as we speak," A smiled crossed President Rayburn's lips. "Well, thank goodness. I was beginning to wonder. But, my gracious, you've gotten excited while having lunch with us?" President Rayburn chuckled over Michael's evidently rampant libido. "How did that in fact happen, Michael? It certainly wasn't talking to me, I hope," he said with a smile. "I believe, sir," Ms. Billingsley again interjected, "It was Michael's interest in those lovely breasts of Chrissie." Chrissie thought, 'There they go again, turning the conversation back to my breasts!' "Well," President Rayburn replied, "that makes much more sense." He turned to Chrissie, or, more accurately, her breasts. "If I was a much younger man, I might have been as responsive." As he allowed himself to look directly at those luscious young globes, so well developed and shaped, jutting out like two large white peaks, capped by such cute, perky nipples, he could in fact feel himself stir. He tore his eyes away and turned his attention back to Michael. "Yes, well, would you mind, young man, sharing your pride with the rest of us?" "Sir?" "Oh, I think it would be wonderful, Michael," Ms. Billingsley agreed. "As the faculty and administration, we should not ourselves cringe from a display of a participant. On the contrary, we must embrace and applaud these moments as we hope the students will do so as well." "I can't agree more, Ms. Billingsley. Michael, please, stand up and let us fully enjoy your Program participation." Michael slid back his chair, and slowly stood up. All eyes turned to him as first just the red bulb peeked over the edge of the table, and then the entire shaft, jutting out over his luncheon plate, as Chrissie's breasts towered over hers. Ms. Billingsley exclaimed, "Isn't that a handsome erection, President Rayburn?" President Rayburn had to admit that it was a bit odd, as an older male, the President of this college, to have a young male student displaying an erection for him, but that was what made The Program so innovative, so progressive, so pioneering. He was himself personally familiar with The Program, and he appreciated that those at the luncheon who were novice to its practices and principles might be somewhat thrown by the sight. It was important to model the proper response. "Yes, it is, yes ma'am. Our young Mr. Bates indeed has an impressive erection. You must be quite proud of it, young man." Dean Worell agreed as well. "Yes, yes, it's a really wonderful erection," and she was being quite sincere. In the morning, she had worried about Michael being too small, as President Rayburn had worried about Chrissie being too large. However, from her own perspective, the sight of a youthful stout erection was really quite impressive and exciting. It had been quite some time since she had seen the erection of a young man, and the fact that it was rather small was well offset by its boyish, juvenile eagerness. This was not the reaction Michael had been expecting, particularly after the psychology professor's derogatory remark. Ms. Billingsley reached out and lightly traced her fingers along the underside of his shaft, starting at where it met his balls and slowly moving up to the crown. She even bounced it up and down a bit on her fingers. Michael's eyes were half shut as he enjoyed the sensual touch of the tips of her fingers. It would be bad enough to cum under the table. Imagine if he shot a hot, heavy load out over the dining table, staining the expensive white table cloth, and perhaps even splashing into some bowls of soup. He did not, however, feel that it would be right to ask her to stop, as he didn't want to publicly admit to these administrators that he was about to cum. "Isn't its shape most impressive," she said, turning to Professor Stumpf; "so stout, so stiff, don't you think, sir?" As a psychology professor, Mr. Stumpf really should have been comfortable with the appearance of a nude erect male, frankly with the behavior and appearance of most anything. However, he was in fact speechless. He considered commenting again on how small it was, but he knew that he would be doing so at the risk of President Rayburn's disapproval and his own standing within the college. He was in line for an endowed chair and he was not about to risk that over the sight of a little dick. Ms. Billingsley could see his verbal impotence. She smiled at her success in turning the table on him. President Rayburn spoke up, "Let's give Michael a round of applause in support of his participation, his display, and his forthright courage; what do you say." All of the faculty and administrators laid down their utensils and clapped. Michael looked around the table at the sight of the prominent faculty and administrators politely applauding the fact that he was showing them his woodie. Everybody was clapping, and many were smiling appreciatively. He had to admit that there was something surreal about this. Even Professor Stumpf was clapping, although he wasn't smiling. He wondered if they would continue to applaud if he just shot off right then. Ms. Billingsley once again reached out to take hold of Michael's cock. She pointed it toward Chrissie. "You must be quite proud to have had this effect on the young man, Chrissie," displaying his hard cock like it was a precious artifact. Chrissie's eyes were also fixed on Michael's erection. When she first saw it this morning, she was offended, perhaps even repulsed. She wasn't so sure how she felt now. "I think she is, Ms. Billingsley," interjected President Rayburn. "Her nipples are standing up a bit as well." Chrissie's eyes quickly went down to her chest. He was right. Her nipples were stiffening, but that could very well be something to do with the temperature in the room. The thermostat was set for persons with clothes. 'Still, why does the attention keep coming back to my breasts?' "Alright, now," President Rayburn suggested, "let's all return to our lunch. These two young adventurers still have two more classes to complete today. They will need their energy and, besides, I suspect that Michael will want to cool off a bit before he returns to the Commons. I know that you are becoming increasingly more comfortable with your nudity, young man, as do all participants in The Program, but I suspect that you haven't quite got used to walking around campus with an ole boner poking out, excuse my French, Chrissie." Michael hadn't gotten used to any part of it, erection or no erection, although he would agree that he would prefer to lose his erection before he got back up from the table. He concentrated on his lunch, keeping his eyes off Chrissie's breasts that wiggled with every move of her utensils. Fortunately, Ms. Billingsley kept her hands to herself. Physical Education 101 Chrissie and Michael had been quite scared of attending gym class. Neither of them were particularly athletic. It's never fun embarrassing yourself in front of your friends with respect to how clumsy or inadequate you are at some sport: repeatedly fanning at the bat, shooting air balls at the free throw line, or being unable to throw anything other than gutter balls. Well, neither Chrissie nor Michael were really athletic. Michael was even worse than Chrissie, and he felt that she would at least be entertaining for the guys, playing the sport naked. Guys actually like clumsy girls. It makes them feel more masculine. They can show off their brawny, masculine prowess, impressing the girls with their physical strength and skills. Imagine how much more fun it would be if it was a naked clumsy girl. That would be doubly good. Clumsy guys though are not particularly appealing to girls. Naked clumsy guys; well, that would be doubly bad. Imagine repeatedly striking out with a little erect penis fanning the air along with your bat. You would be ripe for a lot of cruel jokes. But, it didn't turn out to be like that at all. Fortunately, perhaps for both of them, their gym class was confined simply to warm-ups, calisthenics, and gymnastics. It was a course that was more for the purpose of becoming a physical ed instructor than an athlete. They were both tremendously relieved. There were a few rough moments. Having to lead the class in jumping jacks was pretty rough. Nobody could stop laughing. However, it was so absurd that Chrissie and Michael both had to laugh as well. Chrissie's big tits were just flying around, complemented by Michael's little balls and penis springing up and down. They felt so terribly silly that they broke up as well. It was in fact rather nice. For the first time that day they didn't feel mortified about their nakedness, and were even enjoying the absurdity of the whole thing. And, they felt less shameful at their nakedness, because they knew the tide would turn at the end. Naked at College 01 Pt. 02 The Program has a twist when it comes to gym classes. The kicker is that the boy showers with the girls, and the girl showers with the boys. It was time for the turning of the table, or more accurately, the worm. Michael. Michael was really looking forward to it. Throughout the morning he had been in classes predominated by girls; the figure drawing and nursing classes. He would once again be naked in a room full of girls. But, this time, so would they. This was going to be real cool. As soon as the instructor told them to head to the showers Michael took off. He was even looking forward to seeing what a girls' locker room would look like. That part though turned out to be a little disappointing. It really wasn't much different than the boys' locker room, with the exception of a tampon dispenser. He wasn't too sure what he had been expecting. Brassieres hanging up to dry? Panties strewn across the floor? There was, of course, nothing like that at all. However, he did notice that it smelled better; in fact, a lot better. There was quite a bit of scents of hair sprays, body lotions, and even perfumes. It was substantially more pleasant in this regard than the boys' locker, which was predominated by the smell of jock straps and dirty t-shirts. Michael, of course, didn't have any locker assigned to him. He had no use for a locker. He could then have proceeded directly into the shower room. However, that would have resulted in missing out on quite a bit of fun. Instead, he sat down on the table used for clean towels and he waited. Where he was sitting had a good view down a few rows of lockers. As he sat there he thought about what was about to happen, his cock beginning to swell. He didn't even have to touch himself. Just the thought of what was about to happen got him excited. He wasn't even too sure whether or not it bothered him that he was getting a woodie. He felt like a legal exhibitionist. He was being given the right to expose himself to all of these girls, who had no choice but to accept the presence of his naked cock and would in fact have to respond by taking off their own clothes! This was really so cool. No matter what had happened before; no matter what might happen later; the next few minutes might make it all worthwhile. The girls were naturally slow to enter the locker room. A few in fact did not. A few of them took off to their next class. Showers at Abberville College were optional, even prior to The Program. The change occurred when students complained about feeling insecure undressing in front of classmates. Rather than compel students to do something that would make them feel uncomfortable, even if it was clearly important to shower after gym, the college acquiesced. Students did have the right to say 'no.' It would then have been quite problematic to make this shower a requirement, and a number of girls who normally did shower used the college policy of volunteer showering to avoid having to undress in front of Michael, despite the fact that they were still wearing their sweaty gym outfits. They would come back later in the day and would then shower and change back into their street clothes. But, not surprisingly, a number of them opted to change and shower despite the presence of Michael. They did so for a number of reasons. Some felt that providing this limited participation within The Program would provide some amount of collateral to shield them from ever having to become a full-fledged participant in the future. They had at least done something, whereas the other girls fled outright. In addition, the instructor indicated that those who stayed would get extra credit toward their final grade, perhaps even a full raise in their grade. This provided quite a bit of motivation for many of them, as some of them would now likely get an A. A few of them were also frankly curious about it. Showering with a boy in the safety and comfort of a school function with so many other girls present didn't really sound too bad. It was certainly an experience that would be unique and likely never to be repeated. They might have quite a story to tell. So, Michael was eventually rewarded with the entry of a strong proportion of the girls from the class. As they entered the locker room they were greeted by the sight of a broadly and proudly smiling Michael, sitting on the towel table, sporting a stiffie. "My gosh!" exclaimed Tiffany, "Michael, you've already got a boner! Girls, look at him!" They hardly needed to be told. As the girls entered the room many stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of his stiff cock. Rather than the tittering and giggling that his erection had stimulated in the figure drawing and nursing classes, this time the girls were reacting with complaints, groans, and nervous squeals. "Gross!" "Disgusting!" "Put that away!" They knew that his erection was due to his anticipation of what they were about to do, exposing their naked bodies to him. The fact that he was already so fully aroused before they even had a chance to enter the room squelched any hope that the whole experience would be without significant sexual tension. Michael was enjoying every second of it. Rather than feeling mortified at his own naked exposure, he was now feeling like the one in charge. He was now the one who was in the dominant, powerful position. He so much wanted to grasp hold of his cock and masturbate. He remembered as a kid having the fantasy of being able to peek into a girls' locker room. He masturbated often to that fantasy. He would pretend that he was peeking through a hole into the girls' locker room, watching the girls strip down to their undies, and then even more. Feeling his hard, throbbing cock as he was watched the girls slowly undress, revealing to him all their private secrets, all their private parts. And, now, he was actually right there, smack dab, actually within the locker room. It was like being invisible. That had been another fantasy; being invisible and being able to walk around anywhere in the locker room; being able to get right up close. Looking right at a naked pussy that was just inches away from his eyes. This was perhaps ten times better. Like being invisible, he could walk right up to one of the girls and she wouldn't, she couldn't, hide herself. She would have to let him look, which made it all so much cooler. They knew he was there. They could see his hard, stiff dick. The fact that they were so embarrassed at his presence, made him all the more excited. They could see his hard-on, but they still couldn't hide themselves. Yes, this could make his participation in The Program worth all of the prior and subsequent humiliation put together. He got down off the table and boldly walked up to the girls stripping off their clothes. His cock was waving back and forth in the air as he approached. It actually felt like a weapon jutting out from his body; the lance of a knight approaching the fair naked maidens. And they did indeed look at it like it was a hot rod that they so feared might burn them. Most of the girls were stripping as fast as they could. They were almost literally tearing off their clothes. Pretty much all of them also turned their backs when they got to their sports bras and panties. However, that didn't really matter. Some of them didn't seem to appreciate the fact that when they stripped off their panties and bent over to either pull them off their ankles or pick them up, he got a real good peek at their cute little cunnies from behind. Michael often liked this vantage of the cunnie better than the front. It seemed to him, at least based on the pictures he would see of girls bending over, that it was more revealing of the mons and lips than the frontal view. And, it seemed like a more submissive vantage, like she was presenting her cunnie to the dominant stallion, asking to be mounted. A few little rosebuds even came into view. It was against the rules of The Program for him, and for them, to hide nudity with any clothes or any other means, including the hands. A few of the girls though did put their hands behind themselves to cover their bottoms as they removed their panties or bent over. It was such an instinctively natural move, or so embarrassing not to do so, that it was just too hard for them to resist. Michael could turn them in. It was within his right do so. Violation of a Program rule could result in a mandatory full participation at a future date. However, Michael decided not to. He didn't want to be mean about it. He certainly knew how they felt. And, besides, their efforts to hide themselves were also rather erotically appealing. The fact that he could still see much of their sweet white, wiggly bottoms, and even some of their butt cracks, despite their best efforts to protect their modesty, their dignity, was very enticing. It was particularly good when they got all of their clothes off, their gym clothes stuffed into their lockers, and had to run to the showers, as they had to run right by him, and run they did. He fully appreciated that they didn't all run by at the same time, as each one put on her own unique, personal show. He got a real nice display of boobies in all sizes and shapes bouncing and jiggling in all sorts of manner as the girls ran by, squealing in embarrassment. Whereas before the girls ogled and belittled his erect penis, now they tried to ignore it, trying to pretend there wasn't a guy standing right there, his stiff cock poking out, poking out for them as they ran naked before him. And, of course, that was only half the show. He was also treated to quite a display of different cunnies: blonde, brunette, and redhead; some bushy, some sparse that showed quite a bit of the lips, and some sure as heck seemed to actually be shaved. These he liked the most, as he could then see every little detail. It was like they were doubly undressed and exposed. And, the cunnies themselves varied in such enticing ways: some thick, fleshy, and double layered, whereas some with just a delicate little slit, and all manner of variation in between. It was clear that evolution had not yet settled on what was the best looking pussy. It took a tremendous strength of will not to grab hold of his cock. He knew that he darn well was going to need some relief at the end of the day. If only he had a photographic memory or, even better, a video camera. What he would give for a camera. Well, as his mother would say, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. A couple of the girls didn't even seem to be bothered by his presence. In fact, they clearly appeared to be enjoying it. For example, Bonnie did not run to the shower. On the contrary, she took her time, sauntering by him with a rather self-satisfied smile, thrusting her chest out proudly, and for a darn good reason as her breasts were even larger and firmer than Chrissie's, which was saying a lot. She watched out of the corner of her eye at how his eyes followed her every move. She always enjoyed turning a guy's head, and this was quite an opportunity. When she had gone past him she "accidentally" dropped her shampoo and said "Oops, how clumsy." She bent over, keeping her bottom high up in the air. Michael's eyes widened and his cock seemed to strain at its covering, like it wanted to explode through its limitations like a snake shedding its skin, swelling to even greater thickness and length. What a delectable view! Her mound poked out so deliciously between her thighs, a soft pouch of delight, split down the middle by an enticing slit that would open to such outstanding pleasure. Her larger crack was itself open enough to reveal her wrinkled, brown butt hole, and yet she did not appear to be at all ashamed or embarrassed. She even looked back at him while maintaining her provocative pose and said, "Well, Mikey, aren't you going to join us for a shower?" She then reached back as if to scratch an itch on her bottom, but was instead clearly using this as an excuse to open her cheeks up even further. Michael was speechless. His hand started to move to his cock. He had to do it. The rules will have to be broken. But, as he was reaching for himself Bonnie giggled at the obvious effect she was having on him, and she stood back up straight and sauntered into the shower room. His eyes followed the exaggerated wiggle in her walk as she disappeared from sight. Michael sighed in frustration. It was probably fortunate she left, as he might have in fact gotten into trouble, touching himself. There would have even been a witness: Alice; the same Alice from the morning class in nursing. She was still standing toward the back of the row of lockers, smiling knowingly at him, now completely naked. Her breasts weren't nearly as large as Bonnie's or Chrissie's, but they were just as enticing. Their shape was outstanding, as round as melons, white as snow, and capped with red tipped eraser head nipples that were really standing up tall. "Golly, Michael," she said, a mischievous gleam in her smile and voice, "Looks like you just can't seem to keep that big guy down." Michael smiled in return, appreciative of the fact that she referred to it as a "big guy." She said, "Would you like to have it go exploring?" She reached down to lightly caress herself between her legs, drawing his attention to her own sex. "Oh man," he gasped. She had very evident thick, full lips, evident in part by the fact that she was fully shaven, and they also seemed to him to be slightly opened, like a flower revealing her inner petals that were dewy wet with arousal. Michael gulped with confusion, anxiety, and lust. There was really no way he could actually do it with her, not right now, not in the locker room. He knew he would cum quickly but it was simply too big a risk. It would clearly be well against The Program rules and, for some odd reason, he felt like it would be a betrayal of his partnership with Chrissie. But, still, it would feel so, so good. No girl had ever given him such an offer. How could he turn down an opportunity to actually have sex? After Ms. Billingsley, after looking at all of these girls, his balls were really beginning to ache. "Hurry up, Michael. The offer can't last long and once this day is done, the offer is null and void." "Oh Alice!," he exclaimed. "I really want to, I really do, but, you know, it's against the rules." Alice didn't care. It was not that she found Michael to be especially attractive. He was cute, but he was, well, a geek. However, he was the first male participant in The Program, and that carried a lot of cache. Imagine being the one to have sex with the first participant! Alice reached down with both hands and spread open her lips, revealing the soft, wet, tender flesh inside that would caress, engulf, and squeeze his cock. "Rules are made to be broken, Michael." "No, I can't," he exclaimed and ran into the shower room. All of the talk in the shower, until he had arrived, was, of course, about Michael. A few of the girls were speculating over whether or not he had a girlfriend. They weren't doing this because they were interested in dating him. The reason instead was that if he did have a girlfriend, they could let him know that if he misbehaved in any way, if he even looked at them any further, they would tell on him. But, nobody really knew him that well, and the best guess was that he was probably single. When he joined the girls in the shower he was met with another round of squealing and protesting. The girls urged, cajoled, and begged him to look away, although at the same time, with only a couple of exceptions (e.g., Bonnie), taking full advantage of stealing glances and even hard stares at his own exposed hard cock. Watching the girls shower as he washed himself was in some respects better than watching them undress. They went into all sorts of poses, postures, and movements that revealed so many different looks. It was like he was in a cornucopia of naked boobs, butts, and cunnies; a bountiful affluence of pretty naked bodies, all for his live viewing pleasure. He particularly liked it when they bent over to wash their ankles and feet. But, watching them wash their boobies, cunnies, and bottoms took a very close second. It was like they were playing with themselves, and he imagined that it was in fact his own hands playing across their wet, slippery, smooth, sexy bodies. Washing himself also gave him an excuse to touch himself. He repeatedly felt the "need" to soap, lather, and hand scrub his genitals. Once or twice was definitely not enough, particularly because each time he started he could not stay there too long. As his soapy hand slipped up and down his shaft he could feel himself getting close to climaxing, and so he would have to stop to regain control. A part of him wanted to cum in the shower. It's possible that he could do it without anyone noticing. The cum might just look like soap suds. And, besides, it would be kind of cool to do it in front of the girls. He could tell that some of them would in fact enjoy seeing him shoot his load. Bonnie in particular was giving him all sorts of encouraging looks, and sweet poses. It might even be fun to do it in front of the girls who would be offended or shocked by it. He had never thought of himself as being an exhibitionist before, but he could see now see the pleasure of something like that. Shocking a girl with the sight of his manly cock releasing loads of hot gooey spunk. But, he knew that if he went that far he would be turned in by at least one of the girls, and he wanted to avoid breaking any of the rules, particularly in that way. Imagine getting in trouble for jacking off in front of a bunch of naked girls. No, he would only bring himself close. He did have to clean down there, but he wouldn't let himself cum. It was hard though; it was very, very hard. He spent quite a bit of time in the shower. Many of the girls did not linger. Once they felt minimally clean enough they dashed off, their naked feet making little slapping noises on the wet shower tile as they dashed back to their lockers to change, their little bottoms wiggling and jiggling as they scampered away. However, there were a few that found the experience stimulating enough that they took their time. It didn't seem so obscene, so dirty, while they were in fact cleaning themselves. And, besides, this was an official college exercise. That at least gave them an excuse for staying rather than having to admit their own interest. Michael, however, did not want to wait until the very last girl left. He certainly didn't want to be left in the shower with just Bonnie or Alice, who were clearly taking their time. He knew he could not resist their temptations a second time. Besides, he also wanted to have the pleasure of watching girls dress. As soon as there were only a few left, he took off himself. Alice called out, "Scaredy-cat" as he left. She wasn't being mean-spirted about it. You could hear the friendly tease in the sound of her voice. Perhaps she was right, but he didn't want to miss the dressing. Unfortunately, by the time he got back to the lockers some of the girls had already dressed and left. They were foregoing the usual time spent in putting on lots of make-up and carefully fixing their hair. He did, however, get to see a couple of girls bending over to slide their breasts into their cups. Watching a girl dress was really so very sexy. You got to see their full nakedness and then each step toward the eventual state of clothed modesty. It was like you actually had x-ray eyes, as you knew full well what was on underneath, and what was even beneath that. He particularly liked it when he saw a girl in just her bra and panties. The girls were not necessarily dressed in the most sexiest or provocative of underwear, but it was still plenty sexy. He had always imagined as a kid having x-ray eyes, being able to see through girls' outer clothing to reveal their "unmentionables," their dainty things. Naked at College 01 Pt. 02 He had even bought a pair of X-ray glasses as a kid that were advertised at the back of a comic book. He waited until summer to order it so that he could be the one to get the mail. He was worried that his parents would become suspicious over him receiving a "plain, brown package," as it was described in the advertisement. He checked the mail every day. When it finally arrived he dashed to his bedroom and instantly tried it out, looking out through his bedroom window at the Peterson sisters playing in their back yard. But, it was a huge disappointment; a complete bust. The glasses just seemed to make everyone look like they were in silhouette. He knew that he should, could, get his money back, but there was no way he could do so without the help of his parents, and he wasn't about to let them know about it. But, now, it was essentially for real. He could see everything, live, in person. He particularly liked the matching pink bra and panty set of Susie. They were both sprinkled with little white daisies across a pink field. She really looked so feminine, so sweet, so sexy. It was a shame when she covered her little pink bra with her white blouse, and fastened together her red skirt over her panties. However, whenever he would see her again, he would remember how at one time he knew full well what she had on underneath, and he could imagine that she was perhaps wearing that same set right then, and, beneath those bra and panties, he even knew full well what she looked like without them: her puffy little titties, perky nipples, taught bottom, and, best of all, that diminutive slit that ran across her fresh, virginal, delicate pouch. Bonnie and Alice were now out of the showers themselves, and were drying off. Michael was fully dry himself. He considered staying to watch them. He knew that they would put on quite a show. However, his balls were really beginning to ache, and he was frankly worried that he might even be late for the next class, or at least Chrissie might wonder why he was the last one to leave the locker room, leaving only with Bonnie or Alice. No, he better show some maturity and get out of there before it was too late. "Bye Bonnie, bye Alice," he yelled as he took off. They both smiled, waved back, and said, "See you later, Mikey." He sure hoped so. When he came out of the locker room, Chrissie was indeed waiting for him, along with their security guard. Chrissie. Chrissie's experience in the shower was quite different from Michael's, although in some respects not so different at all. In her case, the boys dashed into the locker room ahead of her. Not surprisingly, many more of the boys were looking forward to showering with Chrissie than the girls were looking forward to showering with Michael. However, it was true that a few of the boys had left without taking a shower. These included some of the boys who felt uncomfortable showering with other boys. The reasons were never clear, or at least were not offered. They didn't have to explain, as explaining might also make them feel uncomfortable. Coach Gordon suspected that it had something to do with the size of their penises. He assumed that the boys who didn't want to shower were the boys with really small penises, or at least they thought they were small. A few other boys also declined to shower with Chrissie. These were boys who were terribly concerned about getting erections. Many of them had or were fighting back erections all through gym class. Thank goodness for tight jock straps! However, there would be no such protection within the shower, and a number of the boys really did not want to have erections in front of other guys. It might seem kind of gay to have boners in the presence of other naked guys, even if there was a naked girl there as well and, frankly, most of the guys questioned how big they were. It was one thing to be the last one picked for a game of basketball or baseball, it was quite another thing to be the guy with the smallest boner. When one was limp, one could claim that one's small size was due to the cold air or water, or that the size when small doesn't really translate well to the size when erect. But, there were no illusions, no excuses, when one had an erection. That was the frank, concrete, true measure of masculinity, at least it seemed that way to them. So, surprisingly, at least for Chrissie, the locker room was not nearly as crowded as she thought it would be. And, unlike Michael, she did not just sit there to watch all of them get undressed. She went immediately to the shower room. Like many of the girls with Michael, she wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. She was not about to linger and enjoy this. She could not, however, avoid seeing the guys naked, or avoid having to share the shower with them. In fact, there were already a few guys in the shower when she walked in, and their heads quickly turned as she entered the mist enshrouded room. Eyes widened in wonder and delight as they gazed upon those gorgeous boobs, and cocks instantly began to swell. Chrissie at first felt severely self-conscious, particularly when she noticed some of them; well, most of them; actually, even worse, it seemed like all of them, were becoming aroused. She knew she was safe. They wouldn't touch her; they wouldn't even been mean or disrespectful. They would get into significant trouble if they did. But, there was still something very intimidating about being alone in a room full of naked guys with expanding, growing penises. There were so many of them, all slowly thickening, stiffening, poking out, and then poking up. It was like being naked in a room full of intimidating, menacing guys, all with their weapons unsheathed, ready to approach her, to use her for their pleasure, to rape her in all available ways, all points of entry. A couple of the guys were even acting proud about their erections. They made no effort to hide their hard cocks (although according to the rules, they couldn't even if they wanted to); on the contrary, they boldly displayed them to her, never turning away to wash, always facing directly at her, their hard dicks thrusting out and standing up, with proud smiles on their faces. They seemed to enjoy the fact that their exhibitionistic display made her feel uncomfortable. They seemed to feel more masculine, more virile, more powerful, to have her appear to shirk, to cringe, perhaps even to quake at the sight of their powerful manliness. However, her anxiousness diminished somewhat as she noticed that some of the guys appeared to be as nervous about this as her. She could see that they might even be as embarrassed about her seeing their things as she was about them seeing hers. They were keeping their backs to her, preferring the lesser of two evils in having her see their butts rather than their erect penises. Some turning was inevitably necessary for showering but even then they avoided eye contact whenever their hard penises came into sight. Bennie Johnson in particular seemed to quite embarrassed, perhaps because he was a bit pudgy, and his penis did appear to be a bit on the small size. No, it was in fact really small, and clearly the smallest one in the room. Chrissie moved over to use the showerhead in between Bennie and Jackson. She felt much less intimidated washing next to Bennie She smiled sweetly at him. "You know, Bennie, it's okay in The Program if you get an erection. I don't mind." Bennie smiled back, but it was still a rather nervous, self-conscious smile. Jackson, showering on her other side, asked, very politely, if Chrissie would pose for him. "I don't have time Jackson, you know that. I need to wash up to get to my next class." It wasn't a very good excuse. "It won't take long. Just one quick pose." Chrissie knew that she had to agree. She stopped washing her thighs, sighed, and said, "Alright, what do you want me to do?" Jackson grinned broadly. "Turn around, spread your legs way out, bend your knees, and put your hands on the floor." Cocks that were only half swollen rose sharply at just the thought of this pose, and they would stiffen even harder at the sight. There was no way this could be anything other than humiliating. She turned her back to Jackson, spread her legs well apart, bent her knees, and leaned forward to rest her hands on the floor. It was not an easy pose, and it was certainly a very obscene one. Hot water from the shower splashed across her back and her upraised white butt, and a stream of water then flowed down her wide open butt crack, down the brown skin deep in the crevice, across her exposed, wrinkled, puckered rose bud, and finally ending with a dribbling flow off her cunnie mound. Jackson modified the pose somewhat. "Chrissie, if you wouldn't mind, I would really appreciate it if you would spread your cheeks for us as well. We really aren't able to get a good look at your, um, your anus." Chrissie couldn't imagine her face getting any redder. This really had to be going too far, but he was still being polite. She sure wished that Hank Adams was in the shower with her. She could at least ask him if she had to do it. But, she knew the answer. She did have to do it. She raised up somewhat and reached back to spread the cheeks of her bottom, as if she was inviting the guys to stick their hard things up her butt. She grimaced with shame and embarrassment. She had never done this for anyone before, not even a doctor, nor could she ever imagine doing this for a guy, any guy. She could not think of anything more obscene, more degrading. Pretty much all the guys gathered behind her now, getting a real good luck. Some of them did have girls with whom they did stuff with, but none of them had a girl who would bend over and spread her ass cheeks for them. No girl had ever posed like that for them. And, this was not just any girl. This was the pretty, big titted, class president, Chrissie Pippins, running for re-election next year. "You sure are going to get my vote, Chrissie," Jackson said. "Thank you, Jackson," she politely responded. Chrissie closed her own eyes. Perhaps if she couldn't see anything, she couldn't see what she was doing. That was, of course, silly, but it did seem to help diminish her awareness that she was sticking out her butt and cunt to all of these guys; in fact, even spreading her cheeks as if she wanted them to fuck her in the ass. Just the thought of that though was horrifying. The boys began to crowd together, apparently no longer self-conscious about having stiffies in front of each other. Normally that would be a point of tremendous humiliation, but if everyone was hard then it wasn't so bad after all. In fact, with the obscene show being put on by Chrissie, one would probably now be more worried about being the one not getting an erection. Besides, nobody's eyes were on anyone's peckers. Their eyes were glued to the naked beauty of Chrissie's dangling bubbies, her exposed pussy lips, her open butt, and her puckered asshole. If anything, it was difficult not to grab one's cock and begin jerking it off. A few boys were in fact doing just that, pretending that they were just lathering themselves. Steven was working particularly hard on cleaning his cock, imagining that Chrissie was presenting herself to him, asking him to fuck her in the ass. He could even see her anus winking at him. It was due largely to the tickling of the streams of water, but it was also a rather enticing, inviting puckering. He couldn't hold himself back. He burst forth loads of cum, hiding it from view by cupping his left hand in front as the spurts gushed forth into his palm. It was difficult for him to remain steady, to hide his orgasm, as the waves of pleasure swept through his body, making his legs feel rubbery and weak, but he bent his knees and firmly gripped the shower floor with his bare feet. He felt considerably light headed, and he silently groaned as the throbbing and twitching of his cock within his tightly gripping right hand continued until the final weak spurts emptied into his palm. When he finished he looked around, checking to see if anyone had seen him. It looked like he was safe, as the eyes of the other boys were clearly occupied. He smiled with satisfaction and pleasure as he washed the cum into and out of his groin with the soap and water. Jackson broke the spell with his remark that "The water running off her pussy, it looks like she is peeing." He was right, but that statement qualified as rudeness, and rude, insulting remarks were against the rules. It was a ticket to end the pose and Chrissie cashed it in. "Show is over boys," she said, as she stood back up straight. No more poses would be allowed and she could finish her shower in peace; or at least as much peace as one could find in a shower full of naked boys with hard cocks. She didn't though stay much longer. She in fact wanted to get out as soon as possible so that she could perhaps towel off by herself. She was even considering letting her hair dry naturally. She wouldn't normally do that, but she didn't really want to stay much longer. She quickly pattered away. The boys were uncertain what to do. Many of them wanted to chase after her. How many more opportunities would they have to watch a naked girl? However, as soon as she walked off most of them became quite self-conscious about their erections. What if Coach Gordon saw them with boners? He would probably make them run laps until their erections went down. That would be terribly embarrassing. And, besides, many of them had actually not yet done any true showering. Bennie though did follow her out. As Chrissie was toweling off he walked up to her, rather tentatively, his hard penis sticking up and out. As soon as he reached her, he covered it with his hands; a clear violation of the rules. Chrissie considered turning him in. She did say, with some annoyance, "You can't ask for any more poses, Bennie. Only one during any class period." "Oh, I know, Chrissie. I know. Um, I just wanted to say, that, um, well, I just wanted to thank you for doing that." He didn't seem to appreciate that it really wasn't her choice. Participating in The Program was her choice, sort of, but once she agreed to participate, she had to follow the rules, whether she liked them or not. "Yea, right," she said, with some evident sarcasm. "No, I mean it, Chrissie." He looked back behind him. They were still alone. He had to say this fast before anyone else came out. "I, uh, well, I've never seen a girl before, one naked like that, and well, gosh, you're so pretty and all. I don't think I will ever see another girl as pretty as you. I know it must be hard to do what you're doing. Heck, I can't even let you see my thing." Some of the boys were now coming out. They could see Bennie and Chrissie talking. They left them alone. Frankly, they liked the fact that he was engaging her in conversation, as it was helping to keep her naked body in the locker room. Chrissie finished her toweling. She wanted to just take off, but that would be brushing Bennie off. "Here, come with me," she said, as she went over to the toiletries that had been left especially for her. As she was drying and brushing her hair, she said, "Bennie, you know you're not suppose to cover yourself." Bennie's eyes were fixed on her breasts, hanging and swinging from her body as she was bent over, brushing her hair. "I know, but, well, it's a little embarrassing," as if she didn't already know that! "Bennie, you don't think that it's embarrassing for me to have my breasts exposed like this? You don't think it was embarrassing to have to bend over in front of all of you guys!" Bennie felt bad for not really appreciating that, or at least that wasn't what he meant. He had come over to her to say thanks, and instead he was just appearing to be inconsiderate. "You're right, I know. It's just that, well, you're so pretty. You're breasts are like, well, they're fantastic, you must know that. And, well." He removed his hands. If she was going to embarrass herself by bending over in front of him, he could at least admit to his own embarrassment. "I'm so small," he said, quite quietly. She looked down at him. He was small. He was even smaller than Mikey. This was Chrissie's chance to get back at the boys, at least back at one of them, for embarrassing her like that. The tables were now turned. But, there was really nothing to be gained by only making him feel worse, and actually much to be gained by making him feel better. She took from her purse another Notoid of courage, placed it in her mouth, and reached out for his little hard penis. "Bennie, it's not the size that really counts, you know, it's what you do with it. And, I bet you could do a lot with that manly thing." She gave him a hard squeeze. The other boys' eyes widened. This was clearly very much against the rules, but they weren't about to complain. Bennie certainly wasn't going to complain. He smiled broadly as he felt Chrissie's soft hand grasp his cock. Chrissie had intended on only giving him a little squeeze. However, once her hand grasped his cock, she didn't really want to let go. It felt nice in her hand: so hard, so stiff, so hot. She smiled back at Bennie and openly stroked him. "I don't think I want to let go of this hard, manly penis, Bennie." It wasn't in her nature to use dirty words, like "cock," but that didn't matter to Bennie. "You could get into trouble, Chrissie. You really should stop." He looked back around, behind him. He could see all the guys watching, but none of them were protesting. In fact, he could clearly see the envy and jealousy in their eyes. He smiled with considerable pride, as well as pleasure, as Chrissie continued to stroke his hard dick. A couple of the guys were touching their own hard cocks. Chrissie leaned in closer to Bennie, letting her breasts touch his chest, her hard nipples pressing against him. She whispered to him. "I don't care, Bennie. I don't care what happens to me. Your penis is so hot, so hard. I just want to play with it. I can't help myself. Won't you please let me, Bennie, just a little bit more?" Bennie was shocked. Chrissie was surprising even herself. She was doing this for him, for Bennie's self esteem, but she had to admit that the feel of his penis responding to her touch was actually fun. If anyone had asked her the day before whether she would be naked in the men's locker room jerking off a guy; well, she might have stormed off in anger and disgust at even the suggestion. Yet, here she was, doing precisely just that, and even kind of enjoying it. Maybe it was due to all the sexual tension that had been building throughout the day. She couldn't deny that as the day proceeded she was feeling more and more aroused herself. Yes, she was enjoying this, she was enjoying her masturbation of Bennie. She squeezed and pumped her hand harder. The locker room was dead silent. All that could be heard was the sound of Chrissie's hand on Bennie's cock. It was the sound with which all the boys were very familiar: the sound of hand slapping cock. But, for most of them the sound was usually in a quite different context. Chrissie stopped briefly to squeeze some hand lotion into the palm of her hand. She was not the least bit experienced at giving a guy a hand job. She had touched a few, but had never before gone this far, but she did figure that the feeling would be even more pleasurable if she lubricated her hand with lotion. And, when she returned to his penis, she could tell she was right. Bennie's eyes squeezed shut in passion. He leaned his shoulders back and thrust out his hips. "Chrissie, Chrissie, wait, stop, really, I'm really going to do it." "I want you to do it, Bennie. I want you to spurt your stuff." She shifted a bit to his side so that he wouldn't hit her with any of it when he popped, and she pressed her breasts harder against him as her fist slid fast up and down his cock. "I bet you have lots and lots of stuff, Bennie. Won't you let me see your stuff, Bennie, please?" Naked at College 01 Pt. 02 "Oh Chrissie, that's so nice. I have to do it, I can't stop myself." "Squirt it, Bennie, really, squirt it hard. I bet you shoot it everywhere." "Chrissie," he whispered. Chrissie felt a twitch in his cock as a blast of cum shot forth, high up in the air and then far out across the tiled floor. "Cool," exclaimed Chrissie, and she actually meant it. It was a moment of this long and difficult day that she truly enjoyed. Frankly, it was really kind of fun jerking on him as he shot streams, ropes, and wads of white sperm across the floor. It was like she had her own personal cannon, or more appropriately perhaps, squirt gun. She aimed it in a number of different directions, giggling as the little gun continued to squirt its load. He did make quite a mess. Bennie wasn't a big guy, but he shot with a lot of force. It was really an impressive spray, and boy were the other guys jealous, as well as stunned. Bennie was himself spent, in more ways than one. He felt quite proud of what he had done. As the last burst came out, Chrissie squeezed and wiggled his cock, trying to get the last few drops out. She was a bit clumsy at that, not quite sure how she was to do that. She also wanted to clean off her hand. She didn't really like how gooey and sloppy his cum felt all over her fingers. Seeing that Bennie was finished, a couple of the boys, including Jackson, started to walk up, also sporting hard dicks. Chrissie, however, didn't stick around another second, either to celebrate with Bennie or to service another guy. After she cleaned the cum off her hand she handed the towel to Bennie. He would have to clean himself and, she presumed, the floor. Chrissie had enjoyed giving Bennie relief. The fact that he was so intimidated and insecure made it okay, even fun. She felt good about herself doing that for him, and, she had to admit, it was fun to play with a boy's hard cock, watching him get all excited and then actually shoot off. But, she wasn't about to do a whole bunch of guys who selected themselves to have her service them, particularly Jackson. As soon as she handed Bennie the towel, she turned around and dashed off. She was looking forward to seeing Mikey. Maybe he would want some relief? On the Way to Political Science 450 Chrissie and Hank Adams were waiting for Michael outside of the entrance to the girls' locker room. Chrissie did not like seeing that Michael had spent a considerable amount of time with the girls, or at least more than she had spent with the boys. And, he was sporting a severe erection. She had to admit to feeling a little jealous, as she knew that the erection was due to the other girls. However, its presence did indicate that he had not obtained any relief from them. "Mikey has a hard-on," she teased. "I know, I'm sorry," he replied. "Don't be, silly," she said. "I think it's quite handsome." Michael wasn't expecting that. This was not how she had reacted to his erections earlier in the day. He didn't know what to say. Chrissie suggested, "Maybe you should get some relief at the beginning of the next class," hoping that she would be the one to provide it. Michael's full erection though attracted a lot of glances, stares, and comments as they walked to the Social Sciences Building. In the morning, when his penis was largely flaccid, its flopping around as he walked had made him feel very self-conscious. His erection was now frankly much worse. It was like he had a flag pole sticking out from him, topped by a big red knob, just asking to be noticed. And, it waved, nodded, and swung in the air as he walked, the movement seeming to draw even more attention. It's not every day that a boy with a stiff cock paraded it around on campus. At first they were all just pointing, giggling, and murmuring as Chrissie and Michael walked by. But, it wasn't long until the students became more brave and assertive. They started saying all sorts of things, some of it with a bit of edge. "That's quite the boner you have there, Mikey!" "What do you plan to hoist up that pole, Mikey?" "Is that an erection, Mikey, or are you just happy to see me?" Many of the comments bordered on the edge of being derogatory insults, which were forbidden under the rules of The Program. A few did clearly go over the edge: "I can't quite tell, Mikey, but do you have an erection?" "Is that as big as it gets?" Marilyn Sanders said, "Do you really think a girl will even feel that thing?" The security guard stepped forward for each of these and got the culprits' identity and picture. Each time he did so Chrissie and Michael enjoyed a respite from the teasing, but the Social Sciences Building was across campus from the gymnasium. They had quite a long walk and they would eventually face another group of students who hadn't noticed the previous scolding. Another round of teasing would then ensue. Chrissie recognized that she benefitted from all of the attention that Michael drew. Most of the talk and teasing concerned Michael's erection, rather than her own boldly swinging breasts. The boys' eyes were still on her breasts, and her cunnie, and she assumed her bottom as she passed them by, but the overt talk and attention was on Michael's erection. She took Michael's hand in hers, and lightly circled her thumb around and around his palm, her secret message to him, reminding him of the time she bent over in front of him, deliberately showing him her pouting little pussy. Michael, however, pulled his hand away. In the morning he had wanted to lose his limpness so that his penis would look bigger, but now he wanted to lose his erection to avoid further abuse. Chrissie's gesture of erotic flirtation wasn't what he needed right now, reminding him of her upraised bottom, her delicate cunt lips and slit, and her cute little rosebud. Chrissie's eyes widened in surprise and concern as she felt him pull away. He had been so grateful for that before. 'Is he mad at me?' she wondered. 'What did I do?' She felt terrible to think that she might in fact be somehow making it even worse for him. Was he upset that the boys ogled her while the girls disparaged him? But was that really her fault? She looked down at his penis. It was dropping, like a gate at a railroad crossing, and then like a balloon losing its air, shriveling up into its coverlet of foreskin to where it looked again like a silly little peanut. She felt so bad for Michael. Political Science 450 As they entered Political Science 450 they were, as usual, greeted by the instructor, in this case being Mr. Jennings. David Jennings was one of the more popular instructors on campus. If it was the 60's he would have had long hair, spoke radical politics, and led student rebellions. Many of the current students wondered if he might indeed have smoked marijuana when he was himself a college student. He was certainly into radical, new wave theories of social politics. Most of the other political science professors did not care much for him. They considered his theories, his methods, too infused with his own liberal, political agenda. There was one semester in which he announced at the beginning of class that there would be no lectures, no books, no tests, no nothing. It took awhile for the students to realize that he was serious, that he was not himself going to speak until the end of the semester. The only requirement was for the students to show up each day at the scheduled time. He would take attendance, and final grade would be based solely on attendance. Whatever happened during each class would be solely and entirely up to the students. He would himself spend the time taking notes on what did in fact happen. He would not say anything at all. He had a theory that in any unstructured group, leaders, followers, alliances, coups, and rebellions would naturally develop and evolve over time, just as they seem to do among young, emerging nations. The students would be able to experience first-hand social politics. The students did find it to be an interesting and stimulating experience, and getting an A for simply showing up was a pretty good deal as well. Professor Jennings got pretty high marks for teaching that semester. In fact, he had twice won Outstanding Professor of the Year, a fact that really annoyed some of his colleagues, who found the whole leaderless teaching to be silly, a sham, and downright irresponsible. This year Mr. Jennings was exploring the use of psychodrama to visually and at times experientially illustrate various social-political issues and conflicts. He jumped, no actually leaped would be a more accurate word, when the Faculty Senate asked for volunteer courses for the initial trial of The Program. Mr. Jennings was fully aware of The Program. He had been a staunch advocate of the innovative pedagogical techniques of Mr. Peters when he had been among the Abberville faculty, and he argued strongly for the hiring of President Rayburn. President Rayburn in turn endorsed Mr. Jennings for the pilot testing of The Program. "Well, here you two are!" he exclaimed with great joy as Chrissie and Michael entered the room. One could feel the buzz, the electricity, as the two naked students entered the room. None of the students had any idea what Mr. Jennings had in mind for them, but they knew that it would be, minimally, interesting. Chrissie and Michael had not yet had a class with Mr. Jennings but they knew his reputation. Everybody knew about Mr. Jennings. "Yes sir," they both replied, cautiously. "Well, I just want to tell you that I am so impressed, so proud of you both." He in turn shook each of their hands, clasping their one hand in both of his own, firmly demonstrating his evident enthusiasm. Mr. Jennings was always physically demonstrative. "I have so much respect for what you are doing, for what you have accomplished, for what you will accomplish. Really, I am just speechless." Mr. Jennings was never really speechless. Well, he was speechless for that one semester, but, he was characteristically quite verbose. He turned to Michael. "But, before we begin, Michael, I must ask you, no, I want to ask you, with all due respect and consideration, would you like to obtain some relief?" Michael blushed. It was as if his dad was asking him if he needed to masturbate, and even asking him in front of his siblings. 'Thanks dad,' he thought, 'but no thanks.' "Thanks, Mr. Jennings," he replied, "but, that will be alright." "Are you sure? I think all of us would appreciate it. I can't think of a better way to kick off the next hour than to have the first male participant of The Program shock us with such a bold demonstration." He turned to the class. He could see in their eyes the tension, the wonder, the confusion. It was for moments like this that he had become a professor. Chrissie turned to Michael. She lightly placed her hand on his shoulder and whispered, "I'll help you out, Michael, if you want." Michael turned to her. He was shocked by that. But, he didn't want to put her on the spot. No, this was the last class of the day. He wasn't about to end the last class of the day by making Chrissie do something that would surely embarrass her. His balls did ache from the naked femininity within the shower, from the fondling by Ms. Billingsley, but he felt that he really could make it through just one more class and, he didn't like the idea of purposely masturbating in front of a bunch of strangers. Unlike Mrs. Canfield's figure drawing class, this one had quite a number of male students. The male stripper fantasy was largely lost here. He said to Chrissie, "I'm fine, really. No problem." Mr. Jennings was disappointed. He had assumed by this time of the day that the male participant would be bursting for the opportunity to obtain relief, and he really was looking forward to the chance of shocking the class. He had no idea what might happen in response to seeing a naked boy jerk off in front of them, but that's precisely why he wanted Michael to do it. Well, one little setback was not going to thwart his plans. "Alright then, well, as you know students, we have been addressing, exploring, through psychodrama the social politic in its various forms throughout society. With two naked members of the opposite sex joining us today, I can't think of anything more obvious than to explore, visually, the power politics of gender role functioning." This didn't sound good at all, either to Chrissie or Michael. Chrissie once again placed a Notoid in her mouth. But, it wasn't going to be as bad as it sounded, at least as Mr. Jennings explained it. "As you know, we use psychodrama to illustrate a social conflict or issue, to break through stereotypes in our thinking and to see the underlying truth that in fact lies beneath. What is more stereotypic than the genders, than sexual stereotypes. In fact, many sociologists argue that the sexual act is itself a reproduction, a metaphor, for the submission and control of women." Eyes were raised and foreheads furrowed in doubt. "What is the most common sexual position?" Bobby raised his hand, as did a few others. This was the kind of political science question for which they knew the answer. Mr. Jennings called on Bobby. "The missionary position, Mr. Jennings," Bobby replied. That was correct, but Mr. Jennings wanted to emphasize that this meant that the man was on top. He explained further. "The woman is lying down, passively, receptively, her legs spread submissively to receive the forceful weapon of the male, which intrudes on her, enters her, forces its way into her, leaving behind the seed from which she will then be controlled for the next nine months." A lot of the girls in the class had a crush on Mr. Jennings, but many of them were now having second thoughts. They didn't care for his suggestion that he would spear them with his weapon. Well, most of them didn't like it. Trixie smiled with delight at the thought of being speared by Mr. Jennings. Alan, however, pointed out that a woman could just as well be on top, and many couples preferred it that way. "Oh, I agree. That is possible, but I challenge you to provide any data to indicate that the cowgirl position is used as often as the missionary." The students tittered at the reference to "cowgirl." Alan thought about Chrissie riding him like a cowgirl, waving a pink cowgirl hat, hollering and whooping and slapping her own fanny as she road his hard, stiff cock. She might be in the position of power, but his cock still rose at the thought of it. Mr. Jennings's voice interrupted his fantasy. "That could be a good class experiment. We could survey sexually active members of the student body to determine which position is more popular." Mr. Jennings always ran real cool experiments. "But, I am willing to give you that, even though I suspect you might be wrong." He knew they were wrong, but it was not good for a faculty member to simply assert his correctness. Students needed to discover the truth themselves. "However," Mr. Jennings gently took Chrissie's arm. "Chrissie, I want you to demonstrate another common position. Would you mind getting down on your hands and knees?" Chrissie's heart began to race. Reproducing Rodin's The Kiss for Mrs. Canfield's class was one thing, demonstrating sexual positions for Mr. Jennings seemed like it might be pushing this a bit too far. However, one had to expect the provocative from Mr. Jennings, and they were in any case obligated to present themselves for class demonstrations. Chrissie reluctantly got down on her hands and knees. She was a very pretty, and provocative, sight. Her breasts hung down so well. They even seemed to be fuller and fleshier, swinging beneath her body like large udders, waiting to be milked, capped by her little pointed nipples. Plus, the curve of her hips and bottom were beautifully displayed. One could even see a bit of a tuft of hair poking out between her clenched thighs, despite Mrs. Canfield's trimming. Mr. Jennings assertively claimed, "Can anyone really describe Chrissie's position as being dominant?" Nobody was so bold as to argue that position. "Students, what is this position called?" "I know! I know!" squealed Timmy, his hand waving in the air. Timmy was probably one of the least experienced boys in the class, although quite a few of them were without any appreciable experience. Timmy's knowledge of sex, however, was limited to his collection of pornography, but that did at least provide him with quite a bit of knowledge of what things were called and how things were done. "Yes, Timmy, tell us the name." Timmy grinned with pride as he said, "Doggy style, Mr. Jennings." "You're absolutely right, Timmy; doggy style. The woman, the girl, is presenting herself like a doggy, a female bitch." Chrissie did not like that characterization. She sighed deeply with frustration, and embarrassment, as she demonstrated the doggy style position. "Do you girls feel empowered by being fucked like you were a dog?" This was an outrageous statement, to say the least. Faculty were not suppose to use foul, obscene language. But, true to form, Mr. Jennings said what he pleased. The fact that the word was forbidden, and even outrageous, made him all the more pleased with using it. He spoke for effect. Mr. Jennings walked around so that he was standing on Chrissie's right, facing the class. "Here, Chrissie, turn your body toward the left." Chrissie turned so that she was facing more toward the class. Mr. Jennings laughed. "Oh no, no no, you scamp. I want your lovely derriere toward the class." Chrissie had been worried that was what he meant. But, she did as she was told, doing her best though to keep her thighs tightly shut. Mr. Jennings squatted down and placed his right hand on Chrissie's shoulder. He gently pushed down as he said, "Chrissie, get down in front even further; on your elbows. You can rest your head on your forearm." Chrissie again did as she was told. "You can see as Chrissie bends her head down to the floor, her bottom naturally rises up." He placed his left hand on the delicious curve of her butt. "She is now presenting herself for her man, displaying her sex to him. Here, let's take a look." Mr. Jennings stood up and came around so that he had the same view as the class. "Yes, yes, yes. See, you can nicely see the inviting lips of her sex." Chrissie closed her eyes. Apparently clenching her thighs together wasn't very effective at protecting her modesty. "And, my goodness, Chrissie." Chrissie raised her head and looked back and up at Mr. Jennings. "Sir?" she asked, a quizzical expression on her pretty flushed face. "Well, I must say, you do have one of the prettiest little pussy lips I have ever seen." Chrissie's face turned beet red. Beyond Mr. Jennings she could see the faces of so many boys staring, ogling her 'prettiest little pussy lips.' "Oh, well, um, thank you sir." It is nice to be complimented, and the handsome Mr. Jennings had probably seen quite a few naked women in his lifetime. But, still, this really wasn't the context in which she desired a compliment of her cunnie. This was even so much worse, certainly more demeaning, than the admiration she had received from President Rayburn. "And, students, in this position, her bottom raised up so high." He furrowed his brow. "Chrissie, would you mind pushing your fanny up even a bit higher. It doesn't quite yet have the proper expression." Chrissie furrowed her brow in frustration, but she brought her knees up closer to her breasts and raised her derriere up higher. "Oh yes, much better. As I was saying, students, when the girl presents herself this way, she is really telling her man that he can have either hole." A few gasps could be heard across the room, particularly from the girls. A few chuckles could be heard from the boys. "He can take her vagina, or he can take her in the rectum. And, they're really both quite attractive in this case."