My name is Debbie and I am now 22 years old and a senior at college and single, thank goodness! This is my last year here at college and I sure do hate to leave here. But that is another story!
First, I want to tell you about my initiation into womanhood, if you want to call it that.
My Mom and Dad divorced when I was about 17 years old. After a couple of years, my Mom re-married. We moved into my step-dad's house. My step-dad was a really nice guy and he had a good-looking son who lived with him. The only problem there was that he really didn't want anything to do with me (because "I was in the way" and 'a pain"). Anyway, my step-dad's house was a two-story one, with a basement. The basement had been finished and Gary had his bedroom and bathroom down there. That was fine with me because that gave me the whole upstairs to myself.
We both had a good laugh at that, as I pulled the Jeep around and headed into town. The street down to the park was going slow, traffic was moving though and people were walking down the sidewalks with blankets and coolers. I pulled up, right at the entrance, and got a nasty look from a cop.
"I'm just dropping off the handicapped!" I yelled out the window. Chrissy gave me an offended look and gave me a punch on the shoulder. "Play it up a bit, maybe I'll get to park closer." I said under my voice. "Go towards the center if you can, maybe about twenty or thirty yards from the stage for the best sound. I'll bring the cooler."
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"Okay, grab the blanket from behind the back seat, while you're at it." She added, and hopped down onto her good foot and hobbled off dramatically. Sure enough, the officer called out and told me to park at the end lot where the police and ambulance were. I made my way back with the cooler and blanket.
As I made my way to where I hoped to find Chrissy I bumped into a few people I knew, swapping quick hello's as I moved through the gathering crowd. I noted at least two admiring stares and noticed they were aimed right where I was headed. I wasn't sure if that made me happy or not. Yes I was here with the lovely lady, and just the thought of that made me grin.
"What are you smiling at?" She asked seeing me. I shrugged setting down the cooler and spreading out the blanket, and Chrissy scooted onto it. Recorded Fifties music was playing softly over the sound system from the stage.
I leaned in close and said in her ear. "I just noticed that you're drawing attention and I'm wondering how many guys are wishing they were me right now." Her cheeks went pink as she looked up and around looking to see who looking at her.
"Don't get many women-folk in these parts, do you?" She asked softly. I laughed.
"Beautiful women don't usually go out on their own. This town is known for eligible bachelors swooping down on unsuspecting fair maidens and making off with them." I said softly, playing along. "Don't worry, I'll protect you." She giggled.
"Good, I'd hate to be made off with by some 'other' handsome guy, oh the horror!" She said rolling her eyes at me. She leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Thank you." She smiled. I blushed furiously realizing we were in public and that kiss was a blatant admission that she was without a doubt, with me.
The lights facing the crowd began to flash slowly signaling that the show would start in a moment. They went down and the lights on the stage came up slowly in blue. The Fifties music got a little louder and there were couples dancing on the stage.
All of a sudden a spot came on in the center of the stage and two guys stood there. John, my buddy Jeff's older brother was one of them. The other guy must have been one of his music school buddies.
"I can't play like this?" He said holding up a red rag wrapped around his hand. "You did this, now you gotta play for me."
John stared at him for a moment and reached for the guitar on the stand and walked to the front of the stage. "This is an oldie, well where I come from it is." He turned to the band. "Watch me for the changes and try to keep up." He started playing Chuck Berry's, Johnny B. Good. He really got into it, dancing around the stage, ending with a huge jump and dropped to his knees with the final note.
John stood, to loud applause, and introduced himself and the band, and said they'd be taking a walk down a musical memory lane with us tonight, and he hoped we enjoyed the show. The show was choreographed like a play, as actors appeared on stage to join in the songs and period costumes of the Fifties and Sixties. Everything they played was some sort of blues rock, everything from Ray Charles and Ben E. King, to Marvin Gaye. He stopped to tell us that despite the invasion of British music, American music was still a very powerful influence, and the Sixties weren't only about the Beatles and the Stones.
"That brings us to the mid-Sixties. We're going to take a quick break, and we'll be right back, don't go anywhere. We're watching you." He pointed at people in the crowd, then laughed. The crowd joined him. "This concert is sponsored by the local Chamber of Commerce, but I'd also like to direct you down to our tent over here where we're selling CD's and gear, because we artists need beer and pizza like the rest of the world."
"Wow they're good!" Chrissy said cracking the cooler open and digging out some snacks. "Here, open that would you please?" The plastic cork popped sounding like a champagne bottle. Causing a few people to turn and smile and one to clap. I poured the cider into the cups and we nibbled on the snacks in the cooler. She popped a cherry tomato in my mouth then took one herself.
"You build a heck of a picnic." I said, causing her to laugh.
"I slaved over a hot stove all day."
The lights on the crowd began to flash again, announcing the end of the intermission. A lone guitar started in on something bluesy.
The lights came back up and there were summer of love trappings on stage. The backup singers were dressed in bell bottoms and headbands and long flowing sleeves. John took center stage again and the spot came up on him.
"Now you may have construed that my earlier remarks about the Sixties not being about the British invasion as a criticism. It wasn't in the least. A lot of bands came out of Britain then, and most of them were excellent to say the least. A good many of these performers sited their love of American jazz and blues as their influence. One such performer was a gentleman named Van Morrison." Quite a few people gave in to a round of applause. "I'd like your help in convincing one of our audience members to give us a hand with the next couple songs. You see my little brother Jeff works the sound board." He pointed down at the front to where Jeff waved. "A good buddy of his from school is one of the best sax players I've ever heard, which is saying a lot when you consider my fellow musicians."
"Pete! I know you're out there, Jeff spotted you with a lovely young lady earlier. Maybe we can convince you to break away from her for a few songs."
Chrissy turned to me her eyes wide. "Does he mean you." I was still staring at the stage.
"Folks let's hear some support to get him up here and get on with the show!" He yelled.
Applause erupted through the crowd. I looked at Chrissy who was clapping furiously and reached over and gave me a push. I stood up and made my way to the sound board through the crowd, people encouraged me as I walked by.
I got up to Jeff and said, "Thanks buddy, I owe you one." I'm sure the sarcastic edges wasn't lost on him.
"I figure if this doesn't impress her panties off, nothing will." He replied.
If he only knew, I thought to myself. I stepped up to the edge of the stage and climbed the steps. John was center stage clapping over his guitar. I walked up and shook his hand. I whispered something into his ear, then walked back to where the horns were and picked up a sax, and a mouthpiece. I wet the reed down and mounted it up as the bass player started the riff for Tupelo Honey. The audience started clapping.
"Pete made a request of me, which is only fair since I dragged him away from his lovely lady friend, so we're dedicating this to her. Chrissy this is for you." He pointed out to the crowd. The song began and I joined in like I'd been playing every day since school got out. I walked up beside John and played the sax solo like a pro. When we were done serenading Chrissy we moved on to Days Like This, and segued right into Moon dance, my favorite by far. I found myself singing alongside John when I didn't have a solo. The flute player a tall, pretty girl was really getting into it. John improvised the lyric to 'Underneath the cover of June, Rockport skies'. The flutist and I stepped forward next to John and took a bow as the song ended, as he yelled our names into the mic. I was feeling pretty awesome at that point taking off the sax and placing it back on the stand and shaking the hand of its owner thanking him for the use. I made for the steps and waved once more as John started in on the turn of the decade and started on Clapton's Bell Bottom Blues next.
I found Chrissy sitting next to Jeff at the sound board with the biggest grin she could muster without hurting herself.
"Thanks for the seat." She said to Jeff and stood up and wrapped her arms around my neck giving me a long hard kiss. As we broke our lip lock I saw Jeff give me a thumbs up sign without even looking over at me. I just smiled and turned Chrissy back to our blanket.
"Oh my God! That was awesome. Why didn't you tell me you were a musician?" She said as people around us thanked me. I just shrugged.
"I don't know, I've been playing for six or seven years. I've always loved jazz and blues. It's like a hobby to me." I said. "My grandfather and his brother were trombone players in the Maine state band."
John went on to laud bands from the Seventies and picked out Steely Dan as the set went a smoky blue color as they played on. Chrissy curled into me leaning on my chest as we listened. I was about ready to explode with happiness. They moved on and a girl stepped forward from the backup singers with a microphone and John introduced her and mentioned the influences of the west coast moving up to the Seventies bringing us groups like Heart and they started playing Barracuda. They played a few others ending up with a Billy Joel mash up as their last song. They did Rockport State of Mind to the music of New York State of Mind. People were standing up applauding. I had to admit, John and the band did a hell of a job. They got such a long ovation that they played a two song encore, to another long round of applause.
"That was awesome!" Chrissy shouted over the applause. "I wish they did things like this back home!"
"Welcome to Maine." I said smiling.
We packed up the cooler with the remains of our picnic and Chrissy folded the blanket tossing it over her arm. As we made our way back to the Jeep. I looked over to see her grinning ear to ear again.
"What?" I asked.
"I feel like a groupie who's going home with one of the band." She said, causing both of us to laugh.
Pete Falls In Love.
We made our way to the Jeep and I put our stuff in the back and walked around to give her a hand into her seat. The look in her eyes was dreamy as I closed her door and walked around to the driver's side. We drove back in silence, her hand on my thigh giving it an occasional squeeze. When I pulled into the driveway she looked over at me, the expression in her eyes was full of longing. I got out and walked around the Jeep and grabbed the cooler from the back and walked around and opened her door.
"Do you need a hand?" I asked softly. She just nodded looking into my eyes. She slid off the seat landing on her good foot and wrapped her arm around me.
"Hang on." I said softly. I opened the door up, turned on the light and set down the cooler. I went back out and picked her up in my arms and brought her inside. I carried her into the living room and went to set her on the couch and she tightened her arms around my neck and shook her head gently. She lifted her chin towards the bedroom.
I looked into her eyes and saw her expression, it looked like a mix need and desire. I carefully passed through the bedroom door and stood beside the bed. I had a split second notion to dump her on the bed laughing, but the look on her face told me that tenderness was needed. I set her down on her feet instead looking into her eyes. That look wrenched my heart, it said to me, "love me." I placed my hands on her hips and drew us slowly together and I leaned forward, her hands came up and lay on my chest, grasping lightly at the fabric of my shirt as she leaned into our kiss.
"Go turn off the lights." She whispered to me. I looked into her eyes for a moment longer and noticed the corner of her mouth rise slightly as she gave me the slightest push. I nearly ran out to the kitchen, made sure the door was closed and smacked the light switch. I turned the corner from the kitchen into the living room and saw her turning to stand right where she was when I'd left the room.
A small lamp with a dim bulb cast a golden glow over the room. She looked up at me standing in the doorway and the corner of her mouth twitched and she bit her lower lip and looked away. I walked back into the room and saw that she'd kicked off her shoes but nothing else had changed. I followed suit and kicked mine off as I approached her. She looked up from under a fall of hair at me still biting her lip. I reached up taking her gently by the chin and releasing the lower lip from her bite, only to capture it with mine. Her arms came up around my neck as I encircled her waist with mine as our mouths explored. Her tongue danced like a flame in a fire, scalding hot one moment and gone another. My hands slid up her waist bringing the shirt with them and I ran my hand around behind her, running my fingers gently up her spine, her skin was so soft and warm. I felt the tremor as she shivered at my touch and it brought a small smile to my lips. She kissed me deeply, our tongues twirling like skilled dancers, before she leaned back slightly raising her arms in surrender.
The fabric slid up her curves giving up every beautiful inch grudgingly. The shirt was laid aside as I drank in her beauty. My fingers traced down the smooth curve of her waist, then back up her soft flat stomach with its little silver and pink heart bangle. The thin lace did nothing to hide her excitement, her nipples pressed easily through the flimsy fabric, the small pink areola swelled slightly. The invitation was conveyed, yet I decided to wait on responding. I looked up into her eyes, her expression, soft but willing me onward, yet not giving direction. I was on a voyage of discovery, and Chrissy was letting me find my own way.
I took her in my arms and kissed her again willing myself to go slowly. I broke from her lips, trailing kisses up her jaw as she tilted her head back giving complete freedom for my lips to roam. I made it to her ear, teasing the lobe with the tip of my tongue. Chrissy inhaled sharply as traced down her neck with the tip of my tongue. She reached up under my shirt running her hands over my back, pulling us together, rubbing her chest to mine. The scent of her perfume urged me on, and I surrendered greedily kissing my way down her chest. I followed the top of her bra with the tip of my tongue before sliding across the fabric and taking the nipple fully into my mouth and sucking it greedily as my hand massaged its twin. I made my way across to the other, offering the same attention to the right. Chrissy's breathing was ragged, her head tilted slightly back offering herself to me.
"Take it off." Came the urgent whisper. I pulled her towards me making my way up the other side of her neck while liberating her from the confines of lace. I pulled the fabric slowly down, dragging the lace across her hard nipples, with a whimper she bit her lower lip. Her hands slid up my back, taking my shirt with them as she lifted it over my head and threw it aside. Our skin touched, her nipples poking my chest, it felt like the heat between us was enough to start a fire.
She leaned forward taking the upper hand, and in no uncertain terms let me know that it was her turn as she kissed her way from my mouth down my jaw , her hands drawing down my chest as her mouth blazed a trail to my nipple. She toyed with it, flicking it with her tongue before taking it into her mouth, causing me to gasp from the heat that enveloped me. She worked her way from one nipple to the other achingly slow.
I reached between us and grasped the front of her jeans fumbling to get them unbuttoned and the zipper pulled. She took my forearms in her hands willing me to slow down.
"Easy, there's no hurry." She whispered. I calmed myself with a deep breath and unbuttoned her jeans sliding the zipper down. I parted the waist, just as she leaned down pulling them from my grasp. She trailed kisses down my chest as she began shedding my own jeans. She didn't appear to be moving quickly but had mine pushed down to my thighs quicker than I realized. My cock was as hard as old hickory, and it raised a tent in my boxers. She ran her hands down my stomach, and placed them on my hips as she knelt in front of me looking up into my eyes. I know my eyes begged urgently for satisfaction but Chrissy wouldn't have it. She saw my hands flexing as if looking to grab hold of something and took them in her hands pinning them to my hips before she leaned forward and began nuzzling my hard cock through the fabric of my boxers. She nibbled her way up the underside of my cock, her tongue occasionally lashing out for a lick. She looked up at me smiling as she pushed my hands away and began peeling my boxers down freeing me from the confines. She ran her cheek down my length, she kissed the base as she reached up beneath and took my balls in her hand massaging them as she began kissing her way up the shaft, her tongue leaving a wet trail.
She stopped at the tip and cleaned up the moisture that had already begun leaking. I willed her to take me in her mouth, grab me with her hand, but she didn't, she just slowly lapped at the tip and stroked my balls. She was building me up to go off like a cannon and she knew it. Finally she relented and took the tip in her mouth, slowly swirling her tongue around me. I pushed forward hoping she would take more of me and she backed away in equal measure. She looked up at me with a raised eyebrow as if to say, "Did you really think that would work?" She took her time making sure she never missed a spot with her tongue and lips, but never drawing me out. She just kissed and caressed her way down my length. I didn't think I could take much more when she stopped and looked up at me, her eyes smoldering in the dim light. Without a word she tilted her head slightly and bent forward taking one my balls into her mouth and began stroking it with her tongue, rolling it around her mouth. I gasped at the sensation, and I thought I would lose it right then as she let it drop from her lips.
It was only then that I realized that I was shaking in anticipation. Chrissy stood slowly looking into my eyes, her lips parted slightly and I instinctively leaned into her kiss. Her arms came up around my neck and my hands went to the waist of her jeans, two could play this game. I pushed them down to her hips, breaking our kiss with a smile. I pushed my jeans all the way off before kneeling before her and sliding her jeans down to her knees. I smiled a little wider at the pink panties with the tiger stripes and noted a large damp spot, I pushed the jeans down and she stepped out of them, they landed next to mine when I tossed them aside. She stood still, her hands at her sides as I drank in the sight of her long sun kissed legs. I ran my hands up her thighs, she was trembling under my hands. I leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on the damp spot, a soft sigh escaped her lips, as I kissed downward pushing my tongue against her through the fabric. I traced my tongue back up, she grasped my wrists urging me to pull the flimsy fabric down her hips and be done with it. I had sufficiently quelled my desire to throw her down on the bed and take her fast and hard. I was learning to enjoy taking my time.
I nuzzled her tugging the panties up pulling them tighter into her crease, pressing my tongue into her through the fabric, soft moans escaped from deep in her chest. Her grip on my wrists tightened urging me to take them off, but I held fast teasing her through the fabric until she let out a pleading moan. I loosened my hold and let her hands push mine down, her panties sliding down with them. The scent of her arousal caused a wave of urgency to hit me, and I inhaled deeply reigning it in. I turned her slightly setting her on the edge of the bed. I slipped between her spread legs and began teasing her kissing my way down and stopping, working my way down the other side of her. It wasn't long that I felt her leg wrap around my head, and her fist grab my hair that she'd had enough teasing and she needed release.
She laid back pulling me down into her, as soon as I dipped my tongue to her molten center her back arched and she let out a feral growl. Her hips lifted grinding herself into my probing mouth, and I did my best to stoke the fire, tongue dancing over slippery flesh, relishing every moment of pleasure I could give her. Her hips began to buck as I locked my lips around her clit attacking it with my tongue and she began to cry out as her back arched. I did my best to keep her at that edge and let the pleasure wash over her. She slowly settled back down her body relaxed while she gasped for air.
She took my head in her hands and drew me up over her languid body. I took the time to kiss my way up as she drew my face to hers. Her eyes were still closed but her lips didn't miss their mark as kissed my forehead first and worked her way down my face, our tongues wrestling like lovers.
"Well you've certainly become skilled at that." She sighed.
"To become truly skilled at anything, you must love what you're doing." I replied softly, conveying an adage one of my old teachers used often.
"Do you love what you're doing?" She asked between kisses.
I smiled and let out a low chuckle. Our bodies melted together, her legs parted and wrapped around my hips, and I entered her slippery warmth. Neither of us were in a hurry as we sampled each other’s body. The heat kept building like a fanned fire and I began stroking longer, and pushing deeper, her legs urging me on, her tongue tracing down my ear as she whispered encouragement. I kissed and nibbled down her neck, as I reached beneath her, taking her shoulders in my hands I held her in place as the pace of my strokes became more insistent. She started to whimper, her lips parting and she began moaning, spurring me on. She gasped, and cried out arching her back offering herself even wider to me and began shaking. The end was near for me as I too groaned and drove forward, pulling on her shoulders, pressing into her as hard as I could. I erupted deep inside her, arching my back as we both gasped for breath.
I slid off lying beside her still gulping air. Chrissy rolled up onto her elbow and laced her leg between mine, rubbing her knee against my thigh as she leaned down and kissed me. Her hand ran up and down my sweat slicked chest as she stole every gasp for air I made.
"I'm not sure if I'm an excellent teacher or you're an excellent student, but wow!" She said. She rolled off the side of the bed saying she'd be right back. A cool breeze blew and I felt myself shiver.
"Oh shit!" I whispered looking down and my spent cock laying on my stomach drying. So many things started racing through my mind.
Chrissy padded back into the bedroom, a towel in her hand. She crawled up onto the bed smiling at me, and leaned down for a kiss.
"I'm so sorry." I nearly cried. She just looked at me, one eyebrow raised.
"See how easy it is to forget?" She replied softly, knowing instinctively what I meant. "Why do you think I just went and washed up. I didn't want to be sleeping on the wet spot." She grinned.
"What if..." I started and she leaned down covering my mouth with hers.
"Don't worry," she whispered, "the lesson I wanted you to take away from that first day was that it's your responsibility to remember to cover your member." She giggled.
She let out a deep sigh. "I don't exactly go around jumping into bed with just anybody, despite what you may think of me." Her expression turned serious. "I'm disease free, I got checked out a few months ago, and don't worry, I can't get pregnant." There seemed to be something left unsaid, she just sighed again.
She proceeded to use the towel to clean me up, without saying anything more. I reached up and gently lifted the hair away from her face, but she didn't look up from what she was doing. She was looking at what she was doing, but she was a million miles away. I slowly slipped the towel from her hand and pulled her down to me wrapping my arms around her. She nestled herself against me hugging me tightly as I turned off the lamp. I ignored the wet feeling on my chest.
Chrissy’s Past.
"Are you awake?" She whispered. I had been in one my half-awake moments when she asked. I opened my eyes, and noticed it was still dark outside.
"Yea." I replied softly as I kissed her shoulder. I realized I was spooning her and tightened my hold just a bit.
"I'm sorry about earlier, how I reacted." She sighed deeply.
"You've got nothing to be sorry for." I whispered softly in her ear before giving it a nibble.
She started playing with my hand, tracing the fingers with hers, slipping hers beneath mine and I closed my hand around hers gently.
"If you don't want to talk about it..." I started.
"No. I don't mind." She replied twisting her head speaking over her shoulder. I ran my fingers down the length of hers resting where the ring would be, and rubbed slow circles. I felt her little smile and quick gust of breath rather than saw it. "Right to the point. Ten years, damn that sounds like a long time. I just realized you probably don't have any idea how old I am, do you?"
"Doesn't matter." I said kissing her shoulder and up the side of her neck.
"Last summer I came home from my shift at the hospital early, nearly caught him in the act with a friend of mine. It was pretty obvious what was going on. I found out it had been going on for a while by then."
"What a dirt bag." I said, my grip upon her tightened a little in response. "A guy like that doesn't deserve someone like you. Did you leave him that day?"
"Leave him? I threw him out, both of them actually." She said. A few moments went by before she started again softly. "One woman wasn't enough for him, or maybe I wasn't enough for him."
"Hey now. Don't start talking like that. Where one man sees a rock, another sees a diamond."
Chrissy busted out laughing. "Where in the hell did you hear that?"
I started laughing along with her. "Probably on TV or in a magazine." I took her hand in mine and ran it down her stomach and began circling slowly with our fingers entwined.
She took a deep breath. "You're a subtle one, you are. She's ten, her name is Emily, and she's the most wonderful little girl in the world."
"Where is she now?" I asked, scared to hear bad news.
"Summer camp in western Pennsylvania. My folks are picking her up when the session ends."
I kept rubbing slow circles, and flicked her little silver heart belly button ring gently. "No more?"
"No." She said softly. "After Emmy something went wrong with the plumbing, I had to have surgery."
"It sounds like it's time to move on, start over."
"Yea, it's taken a year and a lot of prodding from family and friends, but I think it's time. This trip was going to be a little solo adventure. My total lack of grace and dexterity landed me on my ass for two weeks." She chuckled.
"Well it looks like you're doing well. You've had a passionate love affair with a hot, young stud. What else is there?"
She giggled. "I'm not sure I'm done with that part yet." She ran her hand down behind her finding my hardness in the dark gently rubbing it.
"Yay for me." I whispered. She wiggled away from me and rolled over to face me, our lips met in a deep kiss.
"Me too." She said between kisses.
She pushed my shoulder back laying me flat on the rumpled sheets, she climbed on me straddling my hips as we made out like teenagers. I must have nudged her just right a few times.
"Somebody is looking for a little more action." She grinned as she reached down between us lining me up and slipping down slowly. A soft hum of approval vibrated from her throat, or was that me? I couldn't tell. Our bodies rocked slowly like a boat on a gentle swell. Our pace built slowly, savoring the feeling of just being together. She sat up and began pushing herself down harder on me as I raised my hips to meet each with a firm thrust. We were in no hurry, but passion quickly set the pace and we were both moaning loudly, her body began to shake in my hands. I knew I wouldn't last much longer, and was thankful as she leaned forward and tightened her grip on me. She threw her head back and moaned deeply as she ground herself on my cock. Her whole body shook as the wave of her orgasm crashed over her, I couldn't hold out any longer and lifted my hips and erupted in her again.
She laid down on my chest panting.
"I love you." I whispered softly, kissing the top of her head.
"Let's get cleaned up." She stood shakily, with the help of the arms of the chair. I stood as well. She turned and slipped an arm around my shoulders. "Help me to the bathroom, would you please?" I looked at her, and turned slightly and reached down picking her up off the floor. She let out a whoop of surprise. "I only needed a shoulder to lean on honestly." She said smiling.
I was finally glad to be out of school. My buddy Jeff got out last year. He went off and joined the military and left our little town. I figured I'd work the summer here and see what was what after the tourists left. It was still early yet, they hadn't started arriving yet, clogging the roads with their luxury cars, acting as if they owned the place. Truth be told, they did. If it weren't for them, the rest of us wouldn't have a living. Fishing wasn't cutting it anymore, and the old quarries down coast were barely running now. Luckily we had the tourists.
Nineteen year old Lilianne was an aspiring young artist.
Always a studious bookworm, Lilly, as her friends called her, never had much
time for boys. She had never dated a man, let alone been intimate with one. Her
only exposure to nude men had been in online porn, and sex ed videos.
Throughout her school years Lilly had fantisized about attractive young men
from her class, only admiring them from afar, and wondering, "If
only?" However, all that was about to change. Unbeknownst to her, her
passion for art was about to forever alter the course of her love life.
It was the start of Lilly's second year in art school. This
was the semester that Lilly would be taking figure drawing. Lilly made her way
to her figure drawing class, anxious over the anticipation of finally seeing
the hot nude men, she had always fanticized about. Just the thought of it made
her nipples hard, and her genitals moist.
of my thighs slide against each. I knew if Tristan didn't stop soon, I would have an entire other problem.
Finally,
Tristan stopped. He put the remote back on the bench, and stood up.
"Well, I gotta head to class now," he said. "See you around, Samantha.
Nice to meet you."
I
couldn't say anything, because I knew my voice would give away what I
was feeling, so I simply nodded to him. Then he turned around and left.
As
soon as he was turned around, I grabbed the controller, and turned the
knob all the way down, and finally, the buzzing stopped. As I caught my
breath, I looked down. When Tristan was far enough away, I opened my
legs a little, and assessed the situation.
The
denim material between my legs was completely soaked with my cunt
juices. I was also now regretting choosing a pair of shorts that were so
short. I could see the inside of my thighs were shiny.
I started to wipe away what I could, but then I noticed some people approaching nearby. So, I grabbed
This
time, I was last to go, and the only people left in the room were
Nicole, Ms. Sharon, and I. I stepped between Nicole's legs, which were
now quivering from all the pleasure. About half-way through, Nicole
started having trouble keeping them open, so Ms. Sharon was now standing
on the other side of the desk from me, near Nicole's head, holding each
of Nicole's ankles spread about three feet apart.
"Hi Nicole." I said to her, as I approached. "I'm the last one. Before I start, I was wondering how you feel."
Nicole
weakly lifted her head to look at me. She was smiling, but she also
looked quite tired. "Well, My legs are a little sore from being spread
for so long. Also, my cunt is a little raw from all the different
fingers being rubbed in and out of it. But overall, I feel amazing. I've
never climaxed this many times in such a short amount of time before."
"So, I take it you're still glad I ran into you in the library?" I asked.
"Oh,
definitely!" she exclaimed. "If I get to experience all this on just
the first day, I can't wait for what's in store for us for the rest of
the semester."
I
walked back to the elevator, pressed the button, and got on. This time,
nobody joined me, so I was by myself. The elevator door closed, and my
hand immediately went between my legs. I figured I could probably cum
before the elevator reached the bottom floor.
What
I didn't count on was people waiting on the other floors. About two
floors down, the door opened, with a ding. It nearly gave me a heart
attack, seeing the librarian and a couple students standing there,
looking at me with my hand on my cunt.
"Oh. Sorry." said the librarian. "We'll catch the next one."
The
door closed, and I continued. I was just starting to orgasm when the
elevator opened at the bottom floor. I gasped and writhed with the
fantastic sensations coursing through my body, while the security
student and everyone else in the lobby watched.
Hi! My name is Samantha. I'm a 25 year old college graduate.
I am about 5' 3", and I'm a very petite girl. I have black hair and blue
eyes. My tits are small-ish, but they look larger because of my small figure (a
32 b chest looks more voluptuous than a 38 b does.) My ass is average. But nice
and tight, because I work out quite a bit.
Today, I'd like to tell you about a class I took in second
semester of my sophomore year of college: Advanced Sexual Education. Here's the
description from the course catalog: I attended a private research university,
in southern California.
Human
Sexuality 3O1.
"Everyone
takes a sex-ed class in high school that goes over the basics. That class
should have covered the basics of each gender's biological systems, and the
reproduction system as a whole. This class goes beyond that basic overview, and
provides an in-depth study of the sexuality of human beings. The course will
include discussions, demos, and lab projects. Students must be 18+ years of
age."
I really felt I needed to take this class. You see, at my
high school, we had a one-week version of the sex-ed class, and I had been sick
for the last 3 days that week. Although I had picked up many things since then,
I was never quite sure what I missed, and felt that I might be missing
something important. I thought this might be a good opportunity to fill in
those pieces I had missed.
I'd read the description of this class many times, and
wondered what exactly it would entail. "Demos and lab projects" and
"18+". Those two pieces of the description made me both scared and
excited. Of course 18 years was the required age for consensual sex, in our
state. Did that mean that we were going to be having sex in the class? Surely
we couldn't be required to have sex. That would be illegal. Wouldn't it? Our
university did have a few prodigy kids on campus, who were still under-age.
They were banned from signing up, or even auditing the sessions. There was no
online option, either.
After thinking on it for about 3 weeks straight, I decided I
would sign up.
First Day.
The first day of the class finally arrived. I'd been
anticipating it since the moment I'd signed up. I'd thought about backing out
several times, but reconsidered each time.
I'd dressed in a tight, white t-shirt with a decal, blue
jean shorts with a white belt, and flip-flops.
I arrived at my classroom at 7:55; 5 minutes early. It was a
very early class. I didn't see many people on campus on the way there. The
class was in the basement of the psychology building. I'd never been down there
before. I'd heard that's where some psych studies were held, and a few classes.
It was tucked away in a corner of the building where nobody would stumble into
it by accident.
As I walked in, I noticed several people sitting in seats
around the room. There was roughly an even mix of males to females. I found a
seat in the second row, and pulled out my phone and checked social media, as I
waited nervously for class to start. As I waited, I noticed most of the people
in the room seemed a little nervous. Many were looking around, and a few seemed
like they wanted to get up and leave.
Finally, the teacher arrived; 1 minute late.
She was somewhat tall for a woman (maybe 5'10"), in her
early 30s. She had blonde hair, put up in a bun. She had black rimmed glasses.
On top, she wore a white blouse, which was unbuttoned down to just above her
bra, revealing a lot of cleavage as well as quite a bit of her mid-sized sized
breasts. Over that, she wore a bright red cardigan. She was also wearing a
black skirt that came to about mid-thigh, showing off very long, tan legs. On
her feet, she wore 1-inch, red heels, matching her cardigan.
She walked to the table at the front of the classroom, and
set her bag down on it. She pulled off her cardigan, draping it over the back
of the chair, which revealed her slim figure. She reached into her bag, and
took out some papers; presumably, her notes.
"Hello class." she said, once she was ready.
"This is Advanced Sexual Education. If you are not here for Advanced
Sexual Education, please leave. You're in the wrong place."
I looked around. Nobody left. There were 12 guys, and 8
girls, including me. The seats were arranged in 4 rows of 5, with 10 seats
wrapped around the outside of the room. Some of the chairs were empty
The teacher looked around to make sure nobody was slow to
stand, then continued. "Ok. I'll introduce myself and go over some
guidelines, then take roll. My name is Sharon Gladwell. You can call me Sharon.
I've worked here at the university for about 5 years. This is my first year
teaching. Normally, I do research for the psych department. My specialty is
human sexuality and arousal. I've lead several studies on various topics
including stimulation, bondage and exhibitionism."
Everyone in the class seemed stunned at how openly she
talked about these "behind-doors" topics.
"Now, some guidelines." She pulled some papers out
of her bag, and passed them out. "Here's the syllabus. In there, you will
find details on everything I am about to say. If, at any time, any of you feel
you are not suited for this class, feel free to get up and leave. No harm, no
foul.
"This class is designed with two goals in mind.
Firstly, to educate you all on the details of human sexuality. We will study
the specific of how the human body works; specifically, the similarities and
differences between males and females. We will also examine how certain stimuli
cause certain reactions. We will cover intercourse in detail, both traditional
and non-traditional methods. We will cover fetishes of many varieties,
pornography, body modification (as it relates to sexuality), and coercion.
"The second goal is to push your boundaries. Throughout
the semester, we will have numerous demonstrations, as well as solo and group
projects on the topics and concepts we are covering. By the end of this class,
you should all be more open sexually, and you will have experience far beyond
many of your peers, measured by both depth and breadth.
"There will be times during the semester when I ask you
do to do things you may not be comfortable doing. You may, of course, opt out,
but it will negatively affect your participation grade, which is 50% of this
course. The other 50% is broken up into 35% out-of-class projects and homework,
and 15% for the final multi-format exam.
"Any questions so far?" she asked. A few hands
went up. "Yes?" she said, pointing to a girl in the third row.
"You mentioned demonstrations," replied the girl.
"Are those going to involve guests? And how involved will they be?"
Sharon smiled, and replied, "No, we will normally not
have guests this semester, unless we are covering a special topic. The demos
will be performed by each of you, as well as by myself. They will be very
in-depth, and will usually involve grouping up to get a chance to observe the
topic, and get hands-on experience. Hopefully that clarifies it. If not, it
should become clear in a little bit, as we'll be doing our first demo
today."
"Oh; thanks; " replied the girl, quite stunned,
and a little confused.
"Anyone else?" asked Sharon. A boy on the left
side of the room held his hand up. She nodded to him.
"So, when we group up, will we be grouping boy-boy or
boy-girl?", the boy asked.
"Good question. For the start of the semester, we will
form groups that include both genders. As each of you have the most experience
with your own gender, you will need to study the other gender more
thoroughly." Then she counted out how many of each there were in the room.
"I was planning on pairs; however, it looks like the numbers don't quite
work out for that. If we start with coed pairs, that'll leave four extra boys.
So we'll have two groups of 3, with an extra boy in each, and two boys with
me."
The boy grinned, "Thanks. That's what I was
hoping."
"I'm sure it was," replied Sharon, with a bigger
grin. "Any other questions?" There weren't any. "Alright then.
We'll move on to roll-call. Some days, including today, I'll give you a
question for the day. When I call your name, you will stand, answer the given
question, and strip off your clothes. Normally, you will remove all of your
clothing, but since it's the first day, you'll only be required to remove two
articles of clothing. Shoes, socks, and jackets do not count."
That got everyone's attention. There was no mention before
that anyone would be stripping. It was implied, due to the fact that hands-on
demos would probably require nudity, but this confirmed it.
"Today's question is an introduction," Sharon
said. "You'll state your name, age, where you're from, and whether or not
you are a virgin. We'll start with me. As I said before, my name is Sharon. I'm
32, and I'm from San Francisco. As I'm sure you have all guessed, I am not a
virgin."
With that said, she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it,
placing it on the desk. Underneath, she had a sexy white bra, with black lace
accents. Next, she unzipped the side of her skirt, and slipped it down her long
legs, revealing a matching g-string.
Now that her clothing was removed, I got my first good look
at her body. She was slim, in a fit kind of way; she definitely worked out
regularly. Her legs seemed to be miles long. She had one noticeable tattoo:
some sort of tribal pattern, wrapping around the bottom of her tits. She was
very tan; she must sun bathe quite a bit.
"Now your turn. First up, Tony Baker"
A boy on the right side of the room stood up and introduced
himself. "Hi I'm Tony Baker. I'm 19, and I'm from Texas. I am not a
virgin." He pulled his shirt over his head. He had a tan body, with
six-pack abs. Next, he pulled off his shoes and socks, then pulled his pants
off, revealing a pair of red boxer briefs, which were tented slightly.
Apparently I wasn't the only one who found Ms. Gladwell attractive.
"Nice to meet you Tony. You may take your seat. Next
up, Mindy Hayes"
She proceeded to call out each student's name. About
half-way through, she called "Christina McCoy"
Christina stood, and said, "I'm sorry, but I don't
think I can do this." She grabbed her bag and quickly walked out of the
classroom.
"No worries" said Ms. Sharon. "Would anyone
else like to leave?" At that, a terrified white boy also left.
She continued down the list, and nobody else left. Each
student stood, said their name, age, and virginity status, and stripped off
their shirts and their bottoms.
Here's a summary:
·Mindy Hayes - 19 year old white girl from
Boston. Virgin. Wearing pale blue matching bra and panties.
·Alex Myers - 18 year old white boy from
Ohio. Not a virgin. Wearing black boxer shorts.
·Dave Evans - 24 year old white boy from
Georgia. Virgin. Red boxer briefs.
·Darrell Wade - 23 year old white boy from
Louisiana. Not a virgin. Grey boxer briefs.
·Latoya Gilbert - 21 year old black girl from
Chicago. Not a virgin. Red bra and panties.
·Filipe Allen - 24 year old Portuguese boy
from San Francisco. Not a virgin. Red boxers.
·Eric Ramirez - 22 year old Hispanic boy
from San Diego. Virgin. Blue boxer briefs
·Ken Sharp - 21 year old white boy from
Kansas. Virgin. Tighty whities
·Billy Daniels - 19 year old white boy
from New York. Not a virgin. Black boxers
·Barbara Foster - 20 year old white girl from South
Carolina. Not a virgin. Pink and black boy shorts, and a pink push-up bra
·Roberto Walters - 18 year old Hispanic
boy from New York. Not a virgin. Black and white boxers.
·Irene Hunter - 21 year old white girl from
Wisconsin. Not a virgin. Dark blue sports bra and matching panties.
·John Gibson - 19 year old white boy from
Connecticut. Virgin. Black boxer briefs
·Amy Powell - 18 year old white girl from
Maine. Virgin. Purple g-string and a white shelf bra
·Sofia Mendez - 18 year old Hispanic girl from
Ohio. Not a Virgin. Green g-string and matching lacy bra
·Kent Doyle - 23 year old white boy from
Colorado. Virgin. Bronco's boxers (orange and blue)
·"And, last but not least, Samantha
Rivera."
I stood up. I was shaking a little. I was quite nervous. I'd
been somewhat of an exhibitionist before, and I'd been naked in front of people
before, but not in this kind of setting. But the biggest thing that was getting
to me was the anticipation. The whole time I watched people strip, I knew my
turn was coming. I was also nervous because I had slightly less clothing than
all the other girls.
"I'm Samantha. I'm 19, and I'm from Colorado. I am not
a virgin." I paused. "Um. Ms. Sharon; "
"Yes, Samantha, is there a problem?" she replied.
"Er; .well; .I'm not wearing any undergarments. I
usually don't. They make me uncomfortable."
"Ah. An exhibitionist. I see. Well, it doesn't make
much difference. Everyone will be stripping completely, starting tomorrow. You'll
just have to do it a day early. If you're uncomfortable with that, this class
probably isn't for you. Feel free to leave, if you'd like."
"Um. No, I'm okay." I had a feeling she'd say
something to that effect, but part of me was hoping she'd cut me some slack.
Maybe let me keep my shorts? But, at the same time, I was also hoping that she
wouldn't. :)
So, I proceeded to strip. First, I kicked off my flip-flops.
Then I grabbed the bottom of my shirt, and slowly pulled it over my head.
Everyone got a good look at my B-cup breasts, with my arms over my head. I
dropped my shirt onto my bag, then continued. I undid my belt, then the button
on my jean shorts, then the zipper. I hesitated for a moment, took a deep
breath, then peeled my tight jean shorts off my naked body. As I did, I bent
over, giving everyone behind me a good look at my ass and a small bit of my
cunt. I picked my shorts up, and placed them on my bag. I smiled, and sat down,
crossing my legs and my arms, which covered all the important bits.
"Excellent, class. Now that introductions are out of
the way, we'll move on to our first topic: the human body. Today, we'll be
going over the non-genitals. You may ask: 'what does that have to do with
Sexual Education?'
"Well, as we'll find out several times throughout the
semester, sexuality doesn't require genitalia, or even nudity. An orgasm can be
a achieved in other ways. For example, you can make someone cum just by
massaging them in non-sexual places, although I doubt we'll see that today.
"Now, let's pair up for our first demo. First I'll call
out pairs, then we'll see who is left.
"When I call your name, the girl should get up and move
to the guy. First pair. Samantha, you're with Tony."
I stood up, and walked to the right side of the classroom.
Everyone watched me as I went and I felt like I had 100 eyes glued to various
parts of my naked body, although it was really only 34. But that's still a lot!
I took an empty seat next to Tony.
Sharon continued pairing every girl with a guy. When she was
done, she said, "We have four guys left. Two will join me: John and Eric.
The other two will join a pair of their choice."
The remaining two guys stood and approached Tony and I.
Sharon laughed. "I see you are both attracted to the
lovely Samantha and Tony here. Unfortunately, we won't get to foursomes until
later in the semester, so, since Alex got up quicker, he can join Samantha and
Tony, and Filipe can join another group."
Filipe looked disappointed, but he walked away and joined
another pair. Alex sat down in an empty chair on the other side of me.
"Now, we'll be covering back massages first. Each male
stand behind your female, and rub her shoulders, neck, and back. Remember: no
genitals today. For those groups with two guys, each can get one
shoulder."
She then sat down in a chair, and Eric and John got behind
her and started massaging her shoulders.
I scooted my seat forward, while Alex and Tony stood and got
behind me. They then gave me one of the best massages I've had in my life.
After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, but was still
much too short, we switched. I first massaged Alex, and then Tony.
"Ok, class. That's it for today." said Sharon.
"Class dismissed. Remember, be prepared to really get in deep with the
material, starting tomorrow."
Everyone returned to their original seats, and started to
dress. I quickly walked back over to my bag, put on my shorts and shirt,
grabbed my bag, and left.
The second day. Topic: exhibitionism.
The next day, I arrived about 5 minutes early again. I was
wearing a light-green t-shirt and tight blue jeans. I walked in, took a seat in
the same spot, pulled out my phone, and looked at social media.
A few minutes later, Ms. Sharon walked in.
"Hello class." she said, after placing her bag
down on the table in the front of the room.
"Today, we will be covering exhibitionism. I felt like
it was an appropriate topic, given that many of you will have some strong
feelings about stripping in front of your fellow students, most of which, are
still strangers to you.
"But, before we start, I want to mention an opportunity
for extra credit. As I said last class, I do a lot of work on sexuality
research. A problem with this type of research is a lack of willing test
subjects. If you're interested, you may participate in any number of these
throughout the semester, and I will bump your grade up by half a letter grade.
For example a B would become a B+. In addition to the extra credit, most
studies have a monetary incentive ranging from $50-$1000+ depending on the
focus and intensity of the study. If you're interested, let me know, and I'll
get you signed up for a study.
"Now, just like last class, I'll call roll, and you
will each stand, and strip completely. Every day from here on out, class will
be conducted entirely without clothes, with very few exceptions. Also, I do not
want to spend a ton of time on roll call every day, so, starting tomorrow, I
will ask that each and every one of you is naked by the time class starts.
"Just like last class, you will also answer a question.
However, today you'll do that after stripping. The question is: how do you
feel, given your indecency? Are you uncomfortable? Are you embarrassed? Perhaps
a bit turned on? Whatever you're feeling, let us all know. I can assure you
that every emotion you are feeling is completely normal.
"Also like the other day, I will go first." She
then proceeded to remove all her clothing. When she was done, she slowly spun
around, giving us all a good look at her body. Although her breasts looked quite
large before, her bra must have been a push-up, because after removing it, they
appeared a bit smaller. However, they were quite perky, and stayed in the same
exact shape as before she removed it. She had long nipples that were quite
hard. They about half an inch in diameter, and about the same size from base to
tip, with her entire areola extending to about 1 inch in diameter.
Down below, she had her womanly hair shaved into a small,
closely shaved triangle, pointing down. Her ass was large, but not huge, and
looked quite firm. Another interesting feature was her tan lines. She had the
normal bikini-shaped pale spots all around her "private" areas (which
were now quite public), but she had a bit of a tan on both nipples, and in a
line leading to her cunt. It appeared she had some interesting swimwear.
When she was done with her spin, she stood at the front of
the class, with her legs about shoulder-width apart. She didn't cover anything
up. "I am feeling a bit horny, as I always do when new people see my body.
I'm a bit nervous, but not scared. I know that most people here enjoy what they
see, and those who don't are probably insecure in their own bodies.
"Alright. Now that I've gone, it's your turn. First up,
we have the lovely Samantha Rivera. I thought you should go first, since you
already stripped naked last class. Everyone has seen you naked already, so you
should feel a bit more comfortable than the others in doing so again.
Oh great, I thought to myself, sarcastically. I get to be
the only student naked, once again.
I stood up, and once again kicked off my flip-flops. I
pulled my green t-shirt over my head, and pulled my pants off. After the
previous day, I knew I'd have to get naked again, so when I got dressed this
morning, I figured there was no point in wearing underwear. They just make me
uncomfortable anyhow. So that left me naked in front of my classmates, who were
all taking a good look at my naked body.
"Now, how do you feel, Samantha?" asked Ms.
Sharon.
"Well, I feel more comfortable than I did a few minutes
ago when I had those restrictive clothes on. I also feel a bit embarrassed,
because I'm going first, but not quite as embarrassed as the last class. I also
feel nervous. Not because of what people think of my body, but rather because
of the topic we're going to be covering today, and the topics we'll be covering
for rest of the semester."
Then I sat back down.
"Very good, miss Rivera. I understand what you mean
about the restrictive clothes. I much prefer to be naked when possible, which
is one reason the rest of the class will be held in the nude. I guess you could
call me an amateur nudist, in that respect. As for the material we're covering
today, I'm sure you'll do fine. It seems you are already a bit of an
exhibitionist." She smiled. "I'm not sure how you'll feel about the
rest of the material we'll be covering, but that's part of the point of this
class: to push your boundaries.
"Alrighty. Thank you Samantha. Next up, Alex
Myers."
Once again, she went down the list of names. There were three
people that were missing from the last class (Mindy Hayes, Irene Hunter, Dave
Evans). I guessed that they decided the class wasn't for them. Everyone else
showed up, and looked eager to learn. As each person's name was called, they
stood, stripped completely naked, and voiced their feelings about their state
of undress. Most people said they felt embarrassed, and many felt uncomfortable
with their nudity, and with the intimacy of the situation. A few people said
they felt a sense of thrill or excitement.
Once we finished roll, which took about ten minutes, Ms.
Sharon said, "Ok. Now that everyone is naked, we will move on with the
rest of today's content. Exhibitionism is defined as the act of exposing, in a
public or semi-public context, those parts of one's body that are not normally
exposed. Many people practice exhibitionism for a variety of reasons, such as
thrill, amusement, spectacle, or sexual gratification. You have all now
experienced a small part of that. In a few minutes, and throughout the rest of
the semester, you will experience more of that.
"In this setting, with everyone being naked, it's hard
to get a real idea of what exhibitionism feels like. In order to really
experience this, you must be the only one in the area who is exposed. That is
the objective of today's exercise.
Ms. Sharon took out two plastic bags with a bunch of pieces
of paper in each of them, and started walking around the room, passing one of
each to everyone.
"Each of you will get two pieces of paper; one from
each of these bags. On the first piece of paper, you will find a location on
campus. On the second, there is an action. Your task is to go to your given
location, in your current state of undress, and perform your given action. The
actions are fairly simple, such as "do 10 jumping jacks", or
"yell: look at me!", or "shake hands with someone". once
you've done your action, return here for your clothes and belongings, and then
you may leave for today.
"Between now and next class, I would like you to write
a few pages describing your experience. I won't specify a length, but my guess
is you'd have at least a few pages of content to write about. Next class
period, we will review the outcome of the activity. I will take you on your
word for whether or not you do your action or not. Either way, just walking
around campus will give you a feel for exhibitionism.
"Now, does anyone not have a place and an action?"
Nobody spoke up. "Good. Everyone follow me. I'll walk you to the front
door of the building."
She then walked out of the classroom. Everyone stood, and
filed out of the classroom door, following her down the hall of the building.
I was terrified at the thought of this assignment. When I
got my location and action, I red, "Top floor of the library" and
"high-five 3 people" Although the library wasn't too far from this
building, I had to go to the top floor, which meant I either had to walk up all
the stairs, or ride in the elevator, which usually had at least one person.
Ms. Sharon escorted us all to the entrance of the building.
We saw a couple students as we walked through the halls, and they all looked at
us like we were crazy, but at the same time, most of them looked like they
wanted to know more.
"Alright everyone. You have 35 minutes until the end of
class. Go to your location, do your action, and come back. I will be waiting in
the classroom when you return."
She opened the door, and we all flooded out, running in many
different directions.
I hesitated a moment, before following everyone else. I
turned left, and headed toward the library.
It was still early, and the sun was still coming up over the
buildings as I ran down the alley between two parts of the psych building. As I
ran, I could feel the air rushing past me, and between my legs. Because it was
so early, it was still quite chilly out. I tried to cover up as much as
possible, partly because of my embarrassment, but mostly because I was cold.
However, with only two hands, I couldn't cover much. At
first, I tried covering my hairless cunt with one hand and my tits with my
other arm. After about a dozen steps, I realized that wasn't really working.
Although my boobs are small, they sure were bouncing quite a lot. I never
really noticed how much they bounced without a bra. So, I switched to covering
just my tits with both hands. That prevented them from bouncing so much, which
felt much better.
I ran as fast as I could, through that alleyway, around
another building and down into the area leading to the library entrance. So
far, I hadn't seen anyone, although I'm sure a few people saw me from a
distance, and from windows that I passed.
When I arrived at the entrance to the library, I took a
short break to catch my breath. I hid behind a nearby bench, and squatted down.
After catching my breath, I hesitated, because I knew there would be quite a
few more people inside. I didn't really want to go in, but as I said, it was
quite chilly out. So, I quickly bolted to the door, opened it and rushed
inside.
As I entered, the first person I noticed was the
"security guard". The library hires a student to sit next to the
magnetic sensors that prevented book theft. They were tasked with ensuring
nobody leaving was stealing a book. The student on duty today was a young guy
(maybe a freshman?), with dark hair. He was wearing a hoodie and had headphones
in. He looked up, then back down at his book. Then he did a double take. His
eyes opened wide, and his mouth dropped a bit.
"Um. Miss; I think you've forgotten something." he
stammered.
"Oh. No, I've left my clothes behind on purpose."
I said, and smiled at him, moving my hands back to my original, slightly more
modest, position. "This is for a class assignment. I have to go to the
third floor like this, then go back to my classroom."
"Oh. Okay. Well good luck!" he said.
He watched me as I walked through the detectors, and to the
nearby elevator. I rapidly pressed the "up" button a few times, and
bounced up and down, wishing the elevator would hurry up. As I stood there, a
few people walked by. Everyone took notice of me, and many people whispered to
their friends. A few girls giggled. Just as the elevator was arriving, I saw a
guy hold up his phone and snap a picture.
"I hope you enjoy that, pervert!" I yelled at him,
as I quickly got on the elevator and mashed my floor, then "close
door" button. Before the door could close, a 40-something year old male
professor came running up, and stuck his arm in the door, and stepped inside.
"Woo. I made it." he said, before noticing me.
Once he did, he looked a bit shocked. "Oh. Excuse me. I'll catch another
elevator." he said, starting to leave.
"No, it's alright, you can use this one." I said.
"Are you sure?" he replied. "I guess I am in
a bit of a hurry."
"Yea, it's fine. Just come on." I said, as I
continued mashing the button.
The door closed, and the elevator started rising. For the
first moment, there was an awkward silence. Then he asked "so, what brings
you here today, in such a state interesting attire?" He was trying to make
small talk.
"Well, I'm in a class called Advanced Sexual Education.
Today, we're learning about exhibitionism, and my teacher had this crazy idea
that everyone should have some experience with it."
"Oh. That sounds like an interesting class." he
replied. He was trying not to make too much eye contact with me, but I could
tell he was itching for a look at my naked, nubile body.
"You know, it's alright if you look at my body." I
said. "I can tell you want to, and I guess it's what's supposed to happen
in such an exhibitionist situation. Plus, I don't mind. I actually kind of
enjoy it when people look at my naked body."
"Oh. Well, I guess if it would help you out with your
assignment." he said, as he looked over at me. "You have great skin.
And your breasts are the perfect size. I'd love to be able to touch them."
Just then, we arrived at the top floor.
"Oh. Well this is my stop." I said, getting off
the elevator, into an un-populated area. The man followed me. "I'll tell
you what. For my assignment, I have to get three high-fives. If you give me one
of those high-fives, I'll let you have a quick touch."
"Alright" he said, without having to think about
it. "Deal"
I raised my hand up, and he promptly smacked it. Then I
gestured for him to go ahead. He reached forward with both hands, and firmly
grabbed both my titties, and asked "Are these real?"
"Of course they're real!", I replied, shocked.
"Can't you tell?"
"Well, no. I haven't had the chance to compare the
feeling between real and fake."
"Oh." I replied. "Well, I guess I haven't
either. Mine are real."
After a few more squeezes, he pinched my nipples. Then he
released them. He thanked me, and he left.
Now, how was I going to go about getting those last two high
fives? I assessed my surroundings. Nearby, there was a hallway leading to a
study area, which usually had a lot of people. In another direction, there was
a doorway leading to stacks of books. Usually, they kept the less interesting
books up here, and thus, not as many people were in those stacks.
I decided to go with the stacks. There was a chance I
wouldn't be able to find someone, but there would also probably less chance of
people seeing me.
I walked through the doorway, weaved through a couple
stacks, and found a row of tables against the wall. Unfortunately, there wasn't
anyone there. I walked down the row, past the tables, looking down each aisle.
Finally, I saw someone, in an upcoming aisle. It was a girl, with black hair,
and she was reading a book she had just grabbed off a shelf.
Well, I guess this is as good a person as any, I thought to
myself.
I covered myself with my arms as much as I could, I walked
up, tapped her on the shoulder, and said "Hi. Would you mind doing me a
favor?"
"Sure, just gimme a sec to finish what I'm
reading" she said, then took a quick glance at me. Just like the security
guard, she did a double take, followed by a mouth drop. After a second to take
the situation in, she said, "Wow. Um. Why are you naked, in the
library?"
"Well, it's for a class." I said. "We're
supposed to go to a place on campus, dressed how I am right now, and do
something. That's why I need a favor. I need to get three high-fives. Would you
mind giving me one?" As I said all that, I noticed her eyes gaze slowly
over the length of my body. It made me shiver.
"Uh; sure." she said, raising her hand. I reached
up, and smacked it. Two down, one to go.
"So, your professor really had you all walk naked
around campus? Does that mean there's a bunch of other people naked around
campus right now too?"
"Yep. There sure are. The class is called Advanced Human
Sexuality. If you're interested, you should check it out."
"Hmm. Alright. It sounds interesting. I might just have
to do that."
"Well, I have to get going. Gotta get that last
high-five, and get back to class before it ends. What was your name,
anyhow?"
"Nicole." she replied. "Well, I'll see you
around."
"Yep, see ya!"
As I walked off, she took a seat at a table, and pulled her
laptop out. Presumably, she was checking out the details for the class. I could
tell she was intrigued by my exposure. Perhaps she would join the class? Or
maybe I was over-reading the situation, and she was just getting ready to start
taking notes on the book she was reading. Who knows?
I walked up and down the aisles of books for a few more
minutes, but nobody else was around. I decided I'd have to venture out into the
study area to find someone. There was another entrance to the area on the
opposite side of the stacks from the elevator. I walked over to that entrance,
and peered around the corner.
As I suspected, there were quite a few people studying in
that area. There were 3 large tables, with about 10 people sitting at each. In
another part of the room, there were some lounge chairs, with another 15 or so
people sitting around. There were also several cubicles scattered about, that
gave people a bit of privacy, and from where I was standing, I couldn't tell if
they were occupied. However, from experience, I found those were almost always
occupied. So, all in all, there were about 50-60 people in that room.
Well, I thought, at least I'll have a good chance of finding
someone to give me a high five. I'd bet that many of the people would be
willing. Maybe I can get some extra credit for extra high-fives.
I took a couple deep breaths, and decided it was now or
never. I slowly entered the room.
Immediately, a group of five guys, to the right of the door,
took notice of me. They all seemed very surprised by the sight of an
attractive, naked girl, in such a public place. I decided they'd be as good a
group as any, and I started to approach them.
"Hi guys." I said. "Would you mind doing me a
favor?"
They all nodded, while one of them immediately jumped up and
said, "Perhaps, sexy. What do you need?"
I was a little put off by this stranger calling me sexy, but
it was also a bit flattering. I responded, "Well, you see. I need to get a
high five from one of you. It's for a class. Would one of you mind giving me a
high five?"
"Well, I don't know. A high five is a high price. We
can't just hand those out to anyone. What would you be willing to trade?"
"Well, I offered a man to touch my breasts earlier.
Would that be enough?" I asked.
"Hmm, what do you guys think," said the leading
pervert, conferring with his comrades.
One of them replied, "Do we each get a feel?"
At this point, just about everyone in the room had taken
notice of the situation. They were all looking at me, and a few people had
started to gather around. I wanted to get this over with as quickly as
possible, before it got out of hand, so I responded, "Fine. Deal. You each
get one squeeze. And high-fives from all of you first."
"One squeeze on each tit, and you have yourself a
deal", said the leader, raising his hand for a high five.
The rest of them stood, and raised their hands. I walked to
each of them, and slapped their hands. When I had slapped the last one, I said,
"Alright. Now your turn. One squeeze each, on each breast."
The leader stepped up, and said "Ok. I think in order
for this to go efficiently, you should hold your hands above your head, that
way we can each easily get to you easily, and make sure nobody gets any
extras."
I complied, and raised my hands over my head, showing my
completely unexposed breasts to everyone in the room, within viewing distance.
One by one, the five guys walked up, and took a good long
squeeze on each breast. I could tell they really enjoyed it, because they took
their sweet time.
The entire time, I couldn't help but get turned on. Here I
was, completely exposed in front of a large group of strangers, letting five
guys cop a practically-free feel. Plus, it felt pretty good. I was quite wet
between my legs, to say the least.
Finally, the last squeeze was done. I lowered my arm,
thanked them, and left. I had to go between a few people to get by, and brushed
my breasts against them.
To be continued in part 2, Based on a post by smalltitslovr for Literotica.
