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Subject: {ASSM} Naked in College: Todd - Ch. 1 (MF, exhib)
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Date: Mon, 14 Jun 2004 14:10:02 -0400
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Disclaimers:

This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity.  If you
are not of legal age to view such material, or such material is illegal
in your locale, wait until you become an adult and/or emigrate from Iran
before reading.  If you are offended by such material, don't say I didn't
warn you.

All characters are fictitious.  All names are made up.  Any resemblance
to any persons living or dead is purely coincidence.

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as the author.

Background:

Todd Jensen has just moved into his dorm at State U.  His fondest wishes
were to leave his high school experiences behind him, and to get laid.
 Todd's R.A., Michelle, has a surprise for him, though.

Chapter 1:

"WHAT?  You mean I'm going to be one of the naked students??!?  I can't
do that!" I shouted at Michelle.

"I'm afraid you have no choice.  The selection was random, and you get
to be the lucky guy!" she said with a wink.

"But... but... you can just choose someone else.  I CAN'T do this."

"The Board decided that the only way to make this program work would
be to make participation mandatory for whoever was selected.  If we kept
going through students until we found willing volunteers, the only participants
would be exhibitionists.  While such tendencies are to be lauded, we
wanted participation to be open to those who don't have a natural proclivity
towards exposing themselves.  So, off with the clothes, come on now."

"And if I don't participate?"

"You will be expelled.  When you signed your acceptance, you agreed to
abide by all mandatory school regulations and functions.  This is a mandatory
function.  You either will go naked, or go home.  I understand you're
here on full scholarship.  Do you want to give that up?"  Michelle asked.
 She seemed to be genuinely understanding in her tone.

"No, but you're asking me to go NAKED for the entire SEMESTER.  At a
school in which I know NOBODY."  I.  Was.  Not.  Going.  To.  Do.  This.
 No way, no how.  They would have to find someone else.

"This is a tremendous opportunity.  You have been given the chance to
open your world up to all kinds of sexual exploration.  You will be glad
you were chosen.  Trust me."

"You don't understand," I pleaded.  "I'm not sexy.  I'm not good looking.
 I'm a geek.  I'm not the type of person who should be seen naked everywhere
I go!"

"And just what is wrong with being a geek?" Michelle asked.  "You did
notice my Counselor Troi cutout, didn't you?  I'M a geek too.  I love
Trek in particular.  Troi was a role-model for me.  She's one of the
reasons I'm studying psychology."

I was genuinely impressed to meet a girl (woman, to me) who was into
Star Trek.  "Yeah, but you don't have the body of a geek.  I DO.  You...
you have a great body!"  I blushed.  I couldn't believe I just said that.

"Thank you!  That's really nice of you to say!"  Michelle beamed.  "Now,
 I'm going to let you in on a little secret:" She leaned forward and
whispered to me, "You have a great body too!"

"Don't fuck with me, please.  This is bad enough already."  Suddenly,
 I thought I had it figured out.  "Ok, very funny.  I get it.  There
is no 'Naked in School' program.  You had me going, though."

"I'm dead serious," she replied.  "You will be required to be nude from
now until the end of the semester."  She handed me a small booklet, with
a nude man and woman on the front.  It had the school seal on the back.
 She also gave me a letter addressed to me, on the school letterhead,
 "congratulating" me on my selection.  It certainly looked legit.  She
smiled.  "AND, you do have a great body.  Tall and lean, with your sandy
hair and blue eyes.  You are a dreamboat, Todd.  I wish you'd get this
over with, so I can see all of you!"  She beamed her knockout smile at
me.

Even faced with such a horrid prospect, and scared out of my wits, I
had the worst hard-on of my life.  I thought the thing must be bleeding
or something, I was so hard.  No girl had ever complemented me on my
looks.  Ever.

"If it will make you feel any more comfortable, I'll get undressed myself."
 Before her words sank in, she stood up, and immediately pulled her tank
top over her head.  Her huge, full breasts were held in place by a white,
 frilly bra.  I stared at her, transfixed.  She then reached behind her
back and undid the clasp.  Shrugging her shoulders forward, she slid
her bra slid down her arms.  She held it on one hand for a moment, and
dropped it to the floor.

I had seen Playboys.  My high school buddies even took me to the local
nudie bar when I turned 18.  But I had never seen breasts as wonderful
as these.  Full, round and pendulous, with dark brown, silver-dollar-
sized areolas, and nipples that stood up and out, despite it being about
85 degrees in the room.

Michelle then kicked off her sandals and slid her shorts down her legs.
 She had on a pair of panties to match the bra.  After a brief pause,
 in which she smiled and gazed into my eyes, she slid these down her
legs as well.  Still sitting on the couch, I was eye-to-eye with her
beautiful, thick, brown bush.  Within that hairy mound were two thick,
 red lips that opened slightly, like a flower, revealing her inner "petals."

I wanted to run my fingers along that beautiful slit.  I wanted to touch
and taste it.  More than anything, yes yes yes! I admitted to myself,
 I wanted to fuck this gorgeous creature that stood before me, revealing
everything to me.  I never truly knew sexual desire until this moment.
 I wanted her, in the most primal, animal sense.  But I knew I couldn't
have her.  It was almost unbearable.

Her skin was an even light brown, without a single tan line.

"See, it wasn't difficult at all for me.  Now it's your turn."  She was
standing there, totally nude, inviting me to get undressed.  Smiling.
 Nothing like this had ever happened to me before.  This was new territory.

"I guess I kinda... owe it to you, since I got to see you," I admitted.
 I took off my socks and shoes, setting them neatly by the side of the
couch.  I stood up, and needed to steady myself, as the blood ran from
my head, leaving me temporarily blind, and my stomach was doing flip-
flops inside of me.  I pulled my shirt over my head.  Then I stood there.
 Silent.  Wearing only my shorts and underpants.  Gathering up my courage,
 I unzipped my shorts and pushed them down my legs.  My briefs were ridiculously
tented.  I thought I looked like a moron.

"My gawd!  What do you have in there, a banana?"

If it had been possible to get any more excited at that point, I did.
 My head was swimming in a sea of desire.  I couldn't see strait, think
strait, or talk at all.  I knew what was to come next, but was still
too frightened to do it.

"Here, let me help you with that," Michelle said.  She put her hands
on my hips and slid my briefs down.

The momentary friction of my underwear against my cock head was all I
needed to set me off.  I shuddered and convulsed, and started shooting
hot white jet after jet.  All over Michelle's floor.  Her chair.  Her
desk.  The far wall.  And all over Michelle herself.  I had to catch
my balance on the arm of the couch, as I was suddenly very weak in the
knees.

As my world came back into focus, I immediately covered myself with my
hands and turned away from her.  "I... I'm SO sorry.  I didn't mean to,
 I mean, if want to kick me out now, go ahead, or if you want me to clean
things up, that's no problem.  I'm sorry."

Michelle put her hand on my shoulder and gently turned me around.  To
my surprise, she had a huge grin on her face.  The bottom of her tits,
 her belly, and her legs had gobs of my spunk on them.  "It's OK, you
don't have to be sorry.  In fact, I think I should thank you."

"THANK me?"  I couldn't believe this.  "I just ... you know ... did it all
over you.  And your stuff!"

"Yes, and it was SO sexy.  A real turn-on, in fact."  Michelle pinched
the wad of my semen underneath her breasts and smeared it up to her left
nipple, rubbing it in in small circles.  My jaw dropped to the floor.
 "What, you didn't know it was a turn for a girl to see a guy get off
like that?" she asked.

"I... I guess I never thought about that."  I was still ashamed.  Ashamed
of my nudity, despite the fact that Michelle was just a naked as I was.
 Ashamed that I shot my wad so easily, and made a mess of her room. 
Yet my cock was already springing back to life.  I tried to hide it with
the booklet.

Michelle grabbed a towel, and casually wiped my jizz off of her.  "I
think you have a lot to learn about human sexuality.  But don't feel
bad.  You're like most people these days.  There's still so much sexual
repression in our society, which is one thing we're trying to combat
with the Program.

"Oh, and, getting back to your body: all I can say is, WOW.  There can't
be a single bit of fat on you.  Your arms, your chest, your abs!  You
have definition all over you.  Any girl would be thrilled to get together
with a guy like you."

I was starting to relax a bit.  I guess it wasn't so bad, standing here
buck naked with an equally naked 23-year-old bombshell.  I could do this.

"Now," she said, "let's go to your room and gather all of your clothes.
 They'll have to stay locked up with me for the rest of the term."

Then again, maybe I couldn't.  The post-orgasmic haze was subsiding,
and reality was starting to set back in.  I couldn't even bear the thought
of walking from Michelle's room to mine in the buff, let alone walking
from my room to the bathroom and back, or to the dorm lobby and back,
 or to the cafeteria and back, let alone to my classes and back!

Michelle opened the door, exposing both of our nude bodies to the outside
world.  "Do you want to go first, or shall I?"

Realizing that I didn't have a choice in the matter, I took a deep breath
and scampered down the hall as fast as I could.  I got to 514.  Home
base.

The door was locked.  My key was still in my pants, in Michelle's room.
 

Some guy from further down the hall went strolling by.  "Dude, someone
steal your towel or something?"

The two girls went by, giggling at the sight of a naked college guy with
a semi-hard dick standing in the hallway.  One was a statuesque blonde,
 her hair back in a pony tail, an impossibly thin waist, and a midriff-
baring shirt to show it off.  The other was a redhead, more curvaceous.
 Still very thin, but with huge breasts contained by a sports bra.  The
blonde glanced briefly down at my crotch, which I had forgotten to cover,
 then looked straight into my eyes.

"Nice package," she said with a wink, and the two women sauntered off.

A moment later, Michelle came strolling down the hallway, as if being
naked in public were as natural as riding a bike.  As luck would have
it, the hallway was empty, and no one saw her.

"I think you need these."  She dangled my keys in her hand.  I grabbed
them from her, unlocked my door, and rushed in.  

All of my stuff was still in boxes, and a large duffel bag held all of
my clothes.  "So, are all of your clothes in here?" she asked, grabbing
the bag.  I nodded.  "Good!  That will make things so much easier.  Anything
other than clothes you want to grab out of here?  You will want your
socks, by the way."  

I opened it up and got out my towels, socks, and toiletries bag.  "I
think that's it," I said with a sigh.

"Great!" Michelle was practically beaming.  "I'll leave you here to get
adjusted, and if you have any questions, you know where to find me."
 With that, she left, casually walking back to her room, carrying my
entire wardrobe.

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

I sat there, locked in my room, stark naked, with nothing to wear.  Everything
happened so quickly that I hadn't had time to process it all.  I had
NOTHING to wear.  Sooner or later I would have to leave this room, to
be gawked at, laughed at, and leered at by everyone.  I would have to
go to class like this.  Either go to class naked, not go to class and
flunk out, or refuse the program and be expelled, losing out on a $20,
000-per-year scholarship.

I decided to take a look at the handbook that Michelle had given me.
 It explained the state's effort to expand sex education in the public
schools.  Some high schools had instituted Naked in School programs,
in which a few hand-picked students would have to spend a week going
to school nude.  They had to submit themselves to being groped by other
students, and perform any "reasonable request" asked of them.  The boys
could ask anyone in their class to jerk them off for relief.  "You gotta
be kidding me," I said to myself.  I'd die first.  Actually, I'd probably
die afterwards of embarrassment.

Then someone on the Board of Trustees had the bright idea to institute
a similar program at State.  They had managed to get all indecent exposure
laws repealed within the city limits.  Technically, anyone could go nude,
 anywhere.  Anyone could engage in sexual activity, anywhere.  It was
thought that this would be educational, especially for the city's children,
 so that they would grow up to become sexually knowledgeable adults,
and not the sad, repressed population we were today.  "I'd gladly take
the repression and keep my clothes on," I remember thinking.

Since it would take time for society to adjust to open nudity and sex,
 they decided that, at first, only two students at a time would be required
to participate in the program.  This would gradually get people used
to the idea, without being deluged in nudity.  I thought it interesting
that no one had yet taken advantage of the new laws, and gone out nude.
 Laws or no laws, I'd still be stark naked in a clothed society.  Not
exactly comforting.

Finally I got to the rules of the program.  I was only allowed to wear
shoes, socks, and jewelry.  A hat was also permitted.  An overcoat would
be provided for when the temperature dropped below 10 degrees celsius.
 Otherwise, no "textiles" were allowed between the neck and the middle
of the calf.  I wasn't even allowed to wear a towel to and from the shower
(I had to carry it or drape it over my shoulder).   Protective gear (such
as padding for sports, or a lab coat for science) was permitted.  While
communicable diseases were no longer a problem like they were in the
"olden days," it was strongly recommended I carry a towel with my books
to sit on.  This towel could not be long enough to wrap around my waist.
 I also had refrain from covering myself with my hands.  

Fortunately, there were no rules about submitting to groping.  However,
 I was not allowed to masturbate in private.  Any sexual activity had
to be with another person, or visible to another person.  "Great.  I'll
either have to find someone who wants to have sex with the Naked Guy,
 or wank in public."  I was 18.  Becoming "master of my domain" was NOT
an option.

Just then, I heard the sound of a key being inserted into the door lock.
 "SHIT!" I said to myself.  I started to look for a place to hide, realizing
that it was useless.  I did instinctively cover myself with my hands.

"AAAAGH!  What the FUCK!" shouted the guy I presumed to be my roommate.
 Even worse, his parents were right behind him.  His mother screamed.
 His father quickly covered her eyes and they both turned away.

"Hey, FAGGOT, how about maybe you put some clothes on, instead of giving
my mom a heart attack?  What the FUCK is wrong with you, are you some
kinda queer?"  My roommate was 6-foot-2, but outweighed me by at least
75 pounds.  He had arms bigger than my leg.  He was exactly the sort
of gorilla that got all the girls at my high school.

All I could do was timidly hand him the handbook.  His first reaction
was to ogle the nude girl on the cover.  But then he started skimming
(amazing!  he can read!) through the booklet.

"Dude, you like, have to be naked all the time?"  He seemed to have calmed
down a bit.  "Can't you at least put clothes on in the room, so I don't
have to look at your skinny naked ass all the time?"

"The R.A. took my clothes."

"That SUCKS, man.  Hey, I'm sorry I yelled at you.  It's just, I opened
my door, and there was this NEKKID dude, you know?  Um, you don't suppose
you could hide in the closet while we bring my shit up, do you?"

I was glad to.  Fortunately, my behemoth roommate and his gargantuan
father were able to bring everything up in just a few trips.

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

I sat on my bed, contemplating things.

"I'm Howard Warpinski," my roommate introduced himself.  "If you call
me 'Howie,' I bust your skinny naked ass in two."

"Todd Jensen," I said, offering a handshake.

"I'd, like, shake your hand, except that you're all naked and shit."
 Can't say I blame him.  I wouldn't want to shake some naked dude's hand
either.  "By the way, you aren't a fag, are you?"

"No.  NO!  Of course not!  I'm straight.  Girls all the way."

"Good, because if you were a fag, and you try any of that homo shit around
me, I'd have to rip you a new one," Howard said.

"Interesting choice of words," I thought to myself.

We got to know one another as we both unpacked our stuff.  Howard was
studying chemical engineering (maybe he's smarter than he looks) and
hoping to walk onto the football team.  I told him I hadn't decided on
a major, but I was going to try out for some music groups and maybe a
student play.

"Really?   You're going to get on stage like that?"  Shit.  Maybe I'd
just stick to a light load of liberal arts courses...

Before we knew it, 6:00 rolled by, and I was getting pretty hungry. 
I had kinda forgotten about my nudity.  "Wanna get something to eat?"
Howard asked.

"Sure," I said, "just let me throw some cloth... Shit."

"Sucks, man, doesn't it."

"You know, I'm not really ready to go out there.  I don't suppose I could
give you my card, and maybe you bring something back for me?"

"I dunno," he said.  "It says in the handbook that we're all supposed
to help the program participants out in any way we can.  If I get food
for you, I'm not really helping you participate, am I?"

"Howard," I said now, with some urgency.  "I don't want to go out there!"
 The reality of my situation was really starting to sink in.  I would
have to go out there.  And the worst part is, judging by my roommate's
reaction, the students knew nothing about the Program.  We certainly
heard nothing about it during orientation.  I would have remembered.

But I couldn't move.  I couldn't bring myself to open the door and expose
my naked body to the world.

"Ok," Howard said, heading towards the door.  "I'll get some food for
you.  I know it'll take some time for you to adjust.  Wanna give me your
card?"

I grabbed my student ID off of my dresser and walked over to Howard to
hand it to him.  "Here you go," I said.

Before I could react, Howard opened the door, gave me a good shove out
into the hallway, and closed and locked the door behind us both.  "Sorry,
 dude. Just trying to help."

"Yeah, you're a huge help.  Forgive me for not thanking you right away."

So there I was.  In the dorm hallway.  Stark naked.  And nowhere to hide.
 People were walking up and down the hallway, snickering and pointing
at me.  I wanted to crawl away somewhere and die.

"Hey, Warpinski, what is this, your new bitch?" Some other jock said
as he walked down the hallway.

"Shut the fuck up, fairy."  What IS it with these jocks and their obsessing
over homosexuality, anyway?  "He has to be naked.  It's some university
sexual awareness project."

"You know what," I said, "I think I'll head off to dinner on my own.
 Maybe try and meet some new folks."  I'm better off naked and alone
than naked and with these meatheads.  I left them to talk about bicep
regimens, or whatever the hell those guys talk about.

"OK... I can do this.  I'm already out in the open, people have already
seen me, what's the worst that can happen?" I tried to comfort myself.
 I walked to the start of the wing, where it meets the elevators.  I
found myself hiding behind the wall, peeking around the corner to see
if anyone was there.  A couple of guys and girls were there.  I envied
them.  Oh, fuck did I envy them, being able to be normal students, leading
normal college lives, making normal friends.  They didn't see me, and
got onto the elevator when it arrived.

"Phew, that was close."

"Wait a minute, what the hell am I hiding like this for?  People are
going to see me, there's just no avoiding it."  Still, I couldn't get
over the compulsion to want to hide myself.

Finally, I just gathered up my courage, and walked boldly out into the
open.  I immediately found myself face-to-face with a somewhat rotund
girl with short brown hair.

"Omigod!  WHY are you naked?"  She just sort of covered her mouth, gasping
in disbelief.

"I have to be.  It's a university program.  I'm Todd, by the way."  Might
as well be direct about things.  Not really much choice.

"I'm Sally."  She just sort of stood there, bug-eyed, as we waited for
the elevator.  "I've never seen a naked guy before!" she blurted out.
 "That's your penis," she said, pointing at it, as if it was something
I had never figured out before.  I was starting to wonder if State had
lowered the SAT requirements a little bit too far.  "Oh, gawd, that probably
sounded really dumb.  I mean, of course it's your penis.  It's just,
well, I've only seen them in books, never up close and personal.  And
well, here you are!"  Here I was.

DING.  The elevator arrived.  Mercifully, it was empty.  "Are you going
down," Sally asked me.  I wanted to snap back with something like "no,
 I was just standing here naked by the elevators for the heck of it,"
but I held back.  There was something very likeable about this girl.
 She was the first person my age so far who hadn't reacted to me with
laughter or anger.

"Yeah, I'm going to get dinner," I said.  "You're welcome to come with
me."

"Sure!  I've never eaten with a naked guy before!"

We got into the elevator, and the doors closed.  "Can I touch it?"

"Touch it?" I asked.  She couldn't possibly mean...

"Your penis.  I've never felt one before.  I have to know."

Before I knew it, she had her hand around my cock, squeezing and bending
it.  "It doesn't hurt when I do this?"  It didn't hurt, but it was steadily
getting larger in her hand.  It took about ten seconds for it to reach
its full size and stiffness.

Sally's eyes grew big.  It was like a blind person suddenly getting sight
and seeing a sunset for the first time.  "This is the coolest thing I've
ever seen!  It's so big!  It has to be, like seven or eight inches! 
Is it supposed to get this big?"  To tell you the honest truth, I never
bothered measuring my cock, nor gave much thought to how big it was compared
to other cocks.

"I guess so.  I never really thought about it.  It's just always been
there."

"It's beautiful, this vein running up the side.  And what's this?" Pre-
cum had started to collect at the tip.  "Oh, I know, I learned about
it in sex ed.  Cleans the pipes out so your sperm don't get burned by
the uric acid."  Once again, I had never given much thought to it.  She
started to rub it into the head, and it gave just enough lubrication.
 Sally was a very attractive girl, just not obviously so.  She was only
5-foot-2 to my 6-foot-3, and slightly chubby, but had appealing, big,
 blue eyes framed by glasses, breasts that would have been average on
a taller woman, but were large on her, and a very nice, round ass.

It didn't take long before I found myself spasming.

"What's wrong?  Did I do something bad?" She looked genuinely worried.

"Nuh-uh," I mumbled, and a started to gush out cum, hitting her in the
face and on her shirt.  I had just orgasmed earlier in the day, so there
wasn't nearly as much, but there was still quite a bit.

"Oh, wow," she said.  "I had no idea THAT would happen so easily!"

Both of us were oblivious to the fact that the elevator had opened, on
the first floor, and we had an audience of about a dozen students.




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