The Freshman
Copyright 2005 by EC

Chapter 12 - Cecilia's own words

Cecilia's life returned to normal the following Thursday morning. 
She woke up, went to class, and talked to the professors from her 
Wednesday classes about making up the work from the lectures she 
had missed. However, the previous day's incident left her badly 
shaken, by making her fully aware of how fragile her life truly 
was. Her entire existence and the world as she knew it depended 
on the whim of a single person, Dr. Ruth Burnside. 

Still sore from the spanking from just 12 hours before, Cecilia 
was very nervous when she entered Burnside's office with a final 
list of readings for her midterm paper. Burnside behaved as 
though nothing had happened the previous day. She photocopied the 
list, told her student to add one title, and provided the e-mail 
address of an English-speaking professor at the National 
University in Danube City from whom she could request further 
information. 

Burnside then did something that indicated she still trusted 
Cecilia, in spite of the recent crisis. She outlined the midterm 
schedule to her student and asked her to help proctor exams in 
her three freshman classes. Cecilia was shocked.

"Dr. Burnside, you...actually trust me with proctoring, I mean, 
after...?"

"Cecilia, it's obvious to me that what you did on Monday was 
exercise extremely poor judgment. I don't see it as a reflection 
against your integrity. You fucked up, but that was a learning 
experience and it isn't going change your responsibilities under 
your contract with the department. Also, I'll let you know 
something else, that maybe you'll find important. A single stupid 
act doesn't really change my over-all opinion of you as a person. 
You showed yourself willing to face the consequences of what you 
did, which is what matters. If my opinion of you had changed last 
night, you would've been dis-enrolled at the ethics hearing."

Burnside took it for granted that there would be no further 
problems from Cecilia, no further academic crises or violations 
of university rules. The student's relationship with her mentor 
would return to normal, with the exception of a second round of 
physical discipline that loomed at the end of October. Cecilia 
knew a very unpleasant day awaited her at the end of the month. 
She correctly assumed that a session of severe punishment would 
be followed by a night of servitude at the professor's annual 
Halloween BDSM party. Cecilia's feelings about the impending 
second part of her punishment were complex. She was scared, but 
at the same time looking forward to having the opportunity to 
completely resolve the examination incident with her professor. 
Physical punishment was the way Burnside dealt with people who 
upset her, but once the punishment was completed, the professor 
considered matters settled. The woman never held a grudge nor 
played on an offender's guilt. 

In spite of her apprehension over what awaited her at the end of 
the month, Cecilia mostly was relieved. A painful and humiliating 
evening was a very small price to pay to avoid the alternative: 
expulsion from the university, the loss of her scholarship, and a 
possible criminal prosecution. As far as her official record was 
concerned, the only evidence placed in her student folder would 
be a memo noting the date she had gone before the ethics 
committee. Because the committee officially referred her 
punishment back to her professor, the note would not detail any 
accusations and could not be used against her in any way. Upon 
graduating the note would be expunged from her record.

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While Cecilia dealt with her secret academic crisis, Jason and 
his friends had to contend with the strange notoriety they had 
achieved the previous weekend. No one in the dorm thought about 
making fun of the four streakers, because from the beginning they 
were treated as sports heroes by the dorm staff. Still, it felt 
very strange to both Lisa and Jason to be known as "the naked 
champions" and see their bare bodies displayed on the front page 
of the Monday edition of the campus newspaper. Later, dozens of 
high-quality digital photos of the two winners became available 
on the Internet from several on-line photo galleries documenting 
the race. Both winners realized that if they ever ran for public 
office, the Tri-Alpha photos would become a campaign issue for 
sure.

Jason and Lisa decided to donate their trophies to the Huntington 
Hall championship display case, where the hall director placed 
them in a prominent spot with a photo of the two winners taken 
standing arm-in-arm with their RA. The director was quite proud 
of the Tri-Alpha win, given that it was the first major campus-
sporting event won by a current Huntington Hall resident in six 
years. The naked bodies of Jason and Lisa now were preserved for 
posterity, forever enshrined along with sports trophies won by 
other hall residents going clear back to 1955, the year the dorm 
was built.

Jason became much more of an official nudist as a result of the 
Tri-Alpha 10-K run. Three days after the race, a Chicago naturist 
organization approached him about becoming a member, something he 
readily agreed to do. The group's leader also asked Jason if he 
wanted to give a speech the weekend following the next at an 
upcoming nudist gathering in Springfield. The presentation would 
be a recap of the Tri-Alpha race and how it felt to be the 
winning participant in a nude athletic event. The group's leader 
had seen Jason's television interview following his win and was 
impressed with him. Jason was just the type of person the 
naturist movement needed to bring in new, younger members. His 
youth, attractive appearance, ability to speak in front of 
cameras, and notoriety made him a promising representative for 
the organization, especially for efforts to recruit college-aged 
people into exploring naturism as a lifestyle. 

The Friday night following his win, Jason approached Cecilia with 
the news about the invitation to join the group and give his 
first public speech as a nudist. Cecilia was pleased that Jason 
was asking her permission before accepting the invitation, but 
now she was presented with the first moral dilemma resulting from 
her relationship with him. Cecilia's initial instinct was to tell 
him not to go. She was not a nudist and suspected that if Jason 
became wrapped up in promoting naturism, at some point she would 
have to make changes in her own life to accommodate that part of 
her boyfriend's beliefs and values. Her obsession for controlling 
both her partner and her own life would be challenged by having 
to go along with supporting him as a spokesman for a public 
moment.

However, as that thought passed through her mind, Cecilia's words 
the first night she met Jason came back to haunt her: "I'm 
warnin' you, what I don't like is a hypocrite. If you're a nudist 
and have chosen that lifestyle, I expect you to stay committed to 
your beliefs and ready to defend to your values." Commitment to 
his beliefs and defending his values...well, that was exactly 
what Jason was planning to do in Springfield, openly express 
himself as a nudist. Cecilia realized that with her own statement 
she had committed herself to accepting her boyfriend's unexpected 
new obligation. Given the direction she had pushed him over the 
last month, she was in no position to tell him not to speak 
openly about what he believed in. She would be giving him 
inconsistent advice and force him to be a hypocrite by telling 
him to do one thing, and then later telling him to do something 
contradictory. In her mind, having a partner who was a hypocrite 
was much worse than losing some of her control over him. After 
some thought Cecilia granted Jason permission to become a member 
of the naturist group, take his trip to Springfield, and give his 
presentation. He enthusiastically hugged her in gratitude. 

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By Friday night Cecilia's bottom had mostly recovered from the 
spanking she had received from Burnside two days before. There 
still was a faint feeling of stiffness from the remaining 
bruises, but the marks were not visible under Cecilia's dark 
skin. As she looked at her bottom in the mirror she thought to 
herself; I guess that's one advantage of not being light-skinned, 
stuff like this doesn't show up so easily. With that it became 
clear that she could keep the Wednesday punishment secret from 
her boyfriend after all, even if she was undressed for sex in a 
lit room.

Cecilia and Jason followed their usual Friday night routine of 
reviewing the material for Burnside's class. As always, he stood 
at attention in the nude while she sat at his desk questioning 
him. Following the course review, Cecilia told Jason to get 
dressed and follow her back to her room. Jason was expecting to 
massage her, although he had been puzzled by the fact she had not 
wanted a massage either Wednesday or Thursday night. It turned 
out that Friday night was the third night in a row in which 
Cecilia did not ask for a massage, which left Jason wondering if 
she was displeased with his massages or had become bored with 
them.

Upon entering the room, Cecilia undressed her boyfriend, ordering 
him not to move until she gave him permission. She gently ran her 
fingertips over his body, lightly touching his skin and arousing 
him. Sure enough, within a couple of minutes he was clearly 
aroused and his penis stiffening. 

Cecilia explored her boyfriend's backside, lovingly caressing his 
bottom-cheeks and massaging the sensitive area at the base. As 
she explored and studied his attractive bottom, a long-standing 
fantasy returned to her full-force, her desire to put a young man 
over her lap and spank him. The fantasy was not a spanking for 
punishment, but a spanking for erotic excitement. Her heart 
raced, because she knew that tonight was the first night out of 
many she would put Jason over her lap.

She continued rubbing and exploring his bottom, and then gave him 
a warning of what was about to happen by patting it with a gentle 
spanking motion.

"You know, you really have a cute butt. You know that, right?"

"I...I guess it's OK..."

"No, it's not just OK, Jason. It's perfect. Perfect for a nice 
spanking, don't you think?"

Jason's heart jumped into his throat as she patted him more 
firmly. He didn't know how to answer. He had secretly fantasized 
about a spanking, but was afraid of another painful session with 
Cecilia's belt. He shuddered with both fear and arousal, not 
knowing what exactly she was planning to do to him. 

She stopped, placing her hand more firmly against his right 
buttock.

"Answer me please. Don't you think your bottom is perfect for a 
nice spanking? Isn't that what you think I ought to be doin' 
right now?"

"Y...yes, Cecilia...I guess you could spank me."

"No, that's not how to ask me for a spanking. What did I tell you 
about talkin' to me with respect, Jason? If you wanna nice 
spanking, you gotta ask me right."

"C...Cecilia, please give me a nice spanking."

"A nice bare-bottomed spanking? Over my lap? Is that what you 
want from me?"

Jason's penis hardened even more at Cecilia's words. Yes, he 
realized that was indeed what he wanted.

"Yes, Cecilia, I want a nice bare-bottomed spanking over your 
lap."

"Say please, and kiss my hand, Jason."

Cecilia stuck out her hand. Jason then did something she had not 
expected. She was elated when he got on his knees before kissing 
her hand. He took her hand in both of his and touched the back of 
it to his lips.

"Cecilia...please spank me."

With that she gently took both his hands and directed him to 
stand up. She sat on her bed and motioned him to lie over her 
lap. He had to position himself a bit, because his penis was very 
stiff. Once he managed to move his hard-on to the side so he 
could rest comfortably over her thighs, he followed her 
instructions to spread his legs slightly and turn his bottom up. 
He could feel the cool air of the room against his exposed 
bottom-hole and the backs of his testicles.

Cecilia was in no mood to hurry. She gently caressed his entire 
backside, exploring his spread buttocks and the sensitive area in 
between. He began sweating from arousal and anticipation as he 
felt the palm and fingertips of his girlfriend's hand explore his 
most sensitive areas. She admired the healthy color of the 
attractive bottom under her face, thinking how much more 
attractive it would be in a few minutes with a deep pink glow 
applied to the exposed skin.

She began slowly and gently at first, as she gradually moved from 
caressing and patting his bottom to lightly spanking it. He 
sighed with anticipation and pleasure as Cecilia leisurely picked 
up both the pace and force of the slaps. The lovers knew this 
would be a prolonged, sensuous experience, a perfect match of 
moderate pain and extreme pleasure. 

SLAP!... SLAP!... SLAP!... SLAP!... After about 10 minutes, 
Cecilia was spanking full-force. Following the example set just 
two days before by her professor, the Dominican spaced the slaps 
about five seconds apart to let Jason feel each swat and 
appreciate it before receiving the next one. She also realized 
that spacing the slaps would keep her arm from tiring too quickly 
and allow her to deliver a much longer spanking. Cecilia's hours 
at the gym were paying off, as she realized that just a month 
before she would not have had the endurance in her arms to 
deliver a proper spanking. Now weakness in her arms no longer was 
an issue.

The warm tingling Jason experienced at the beginning gave way to 
a much hotter sting. He shifted uncomfortably, but even as the 
pain in his bottom was becoming more difficult to endure, a 
feeling of intense pleasure swept over the rest of his body. He 
had felt the same feeling the night Cecilia punished him with the 
belt, but this time it was much more intense.

Cecilia was completely aroused. The sight of her lover's 
attractive bottom, now colored with a lovely shade of deep pink, 
the feel of the weight and warmth of his body on her thighs, the 
feel of his very stiff penis pressing against her leg, the sound 
of his breathing, and the crisp sound of the slaps filling the 
room...all those wonderful details fulfilled a fantasy that had 
filled her nights for several years. She was wet between the legs 
and burning with desire. Finally she couldn't wait any 
longer...she had to have him inside her...

She stopped and motioned him to get up. His eyes were wide with 
pain, pleasure, fear, and extreme arousal reflected in his 
expression. His penis was as hard and big as it could possibly 
get, ready to perform its duty to satisfy the needs of both 
lovers. She quickly pulled off her clothes as he tore open a 
condom package and slipped the protection over his painfully hard 
erection. 

A few seconds later, she was lying on her back with him safely 
inside her. For several minutes he aggressively moved back and 
forth as she moaned with pleasure. He held back as long as he 
possibly could, desperate to prolong the intense feeling of 
pleasure and relief. Cecilia squeaked with delight as sweat 
poured down her body and she shuttered from a very intense 
orgasm. Jason closed his eyes and clenched his teeth as the warm 
burning in his bottom intensified the extreme pleasure he felt up 
front. He realized the heat in his bottom was what was making 
this experience so special. As he continued to feel the lovely 
sensation from his backside he thrust and thrust, totally 
exhausting himself and expending all of the stress built up over 
the past week. At last he pumped jets of semen into his condom as 
intense relief rushed over him. 

A few minutes later, their energy spent in one of the best 
sessions of sex of their lives, Jason lay on his back in 
Cecilia's bed, with his head partially propped up by her pillows 
and his girlfriend in his arms. They were sweaty and stunk from 
their recent exertions, but very relaxed and happy. Cecilia 
rolled on her stomach and rested her head on Jason's chest, 
gently exploring his stomach with her fingertips.

"So tell me...how's your butt?"

"You know...it's weird, but it feels really nice right now, like 
all warm."

"So you liked that?"

"Yeah, I did. I mean...it's totally different from anything I 
ever felt before. It hurt, but at the same time it really felt 
great."

"Well, you know that you're a very naughty boy, Jason. You know 
that, right?"

"Yes...I suppose so."

"And you know that naughty boys need lots of discipline. That's 
why you liked it so much, 'cause you're so naughty."

With that she reached down and began exploring his wet penis and 
testicles. He began to stiffen with her next words.

"I'm gonna have to discipline you a lot more, Jason. I'm gonna 
have to put you over my lap for some good bare bottom spankings, 
and don't think I forgot about my belts. I'm gonna use those on 
you too, when you're really bad. I'm gonna punish you lots, 
'cause it's what you need. That cute bare bottom of yours was 
made for spanking, don't you think?"

Jason gasped as Cecilia slowly stroked his penis into another 
very hard erection. 

"Y...yes...Cecilia."

"I'll keep that cute ass nice and red for you...nice and red."

"Yes..."

She stroked his hard-on a few more times, then gently squeezed it 
and let go. She rolled on her back, the expression in her eyes 
clearly indicating she wanted another round of sex. He jumped up, 
grabbed a condom, and slipped it on. He then entered her, the 
remaining warmth from his recent spanking still present in his 
backside. 

Jason had yet another exquisite orgasm, but his thoughts no 
longer were on the punishment he had just received. Now he knew 
this night's spanking was just the beginning. He was destined to 
present his bare bottom for many more sessions from his lovely 
Cecilia. Some of the punishments would be much more painful than 
others. There would be gentle spankings for sensuous arousal, and 
there would be painful whippings for strict discipline. However, 
all of Cecilia's punishments would be delivered with love, given 
to him because she cared for him and because she knew submitting 
to her discipline was what he needed.

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As soon as she recovered from the race, Lisa's modesty was 
completely swept away. She quit bothering to get dressed except 
when she left the women's wing of Huntington Hall. Whenever 
Cecilia went to her neighbor's room, she could count on finding 
Lisa completely undressed. If she ran into Lisa in the hallway or 
the bathroom, she could count on seeing Lisa's tall attractive 
figure in its entirety. Lisa walked around quite naturally, with 
her hands casually at her sides, no matter who else happened to 
be in the hallway. Even having male visitors seeing her bare body 
didn't bother Lisa, given that everyone in the entire dorm had 
seen her the day of the Tri-Alpha race. Anyhow, on prominent 
display in the dorm's main entrance was the post-race picture 
taken with Jason and Cecilia, so she saw no point in any further 
modesty. 

Lisa's new lack of inhibitions extended to the way she dressed 
when she left the dorm. Her clothes in public became as revealing 
as possible without risking arrest. When she wore dresses, she 
wore them without any underwear. When she wore blouses, she wore 
ones that were of light, loose-fitting material and no bra 
underneath. When she wore jeans, she wore low-riders. She bought 
the most revealing low-riders on the market, ones that, even when 
she was standing up, barely reached the top of the crack between 
her bottom cheeks. Lisa's new pants pulled half way down her butt 
whenever she sat down. Whenever she was sitting at the student 
center or in the dorm cafeteria in her low-riders, her hips and 
the top part of her bottom were on full display to passers-by 
walking behind her.

Mike looked upon his girlfriend's new-found exhibitionism with a 
mixture of fascination and apprehension. Mike was quite liberal 
in his politics, but of the group, he was the most conservative 
about what he wore in public. While it was true that in 
California he had gone to local nude beaches with Lisa and some 
other high school friends, in Chicago he understood that he was 
in a somewhat more conservative part of the US and dressed 
accordingly. Now he was with a girlfriend who had become quite 
flamboyant in her manner of dressing and her behavior over-all. 
Guys all over the university looked at Lisa's body under her 
revealing clothing, and enviously at Mike, her companion. Lisa 
now had plenty of options available to her, should she ever get 
bored of her relationship with him. There were plenty of men 
around campus, and some women as well, who would have been happy 
to take Mike's place at Lisa's side.

Cecilia was intrigued by the changes in her boyfriend and her 
friend: that her boyfriend was about to become an open proponent 
of nude living and her friend seemed to have lost any inhibitions 
about her body. Her thoughts wandered to the Tri-Alpha picture 
signing event, which was scheduled to be held the following 
Wednesday, a week and a half after the race itself. Every year 
the fraternity sold over-priced autographed pictures of the race 
winners to raise money for charity. Typically there was a 
moderate amount of interest in the autograph event, and most of 
the interest was for pictures of the winner of the female 
division. However, the euphoria over having a non-Tri-Alpha 
member win the men's division meant turnout would be higher than 
normal and that there would be at least as much interest in 
pictures signed by Jason as pictures signed by Lisa. 

Cecilia wondered if there was a way she could help make the 
picture-signing session even more successful, because she had a 
personal interest in raising money for that year's selected 
charity. The proceeds were slated to go to upgrading a pediatric 
hospital in an impoverished area of the Dominican Republic, 
located in a small town just a few miles from the Haitian border. 
The town was not too far from the village where her grandparents 
still lived. Cecilia saw the autograph fund-raising event as an 
opportunity for her to do something for her home country, and 
perhaps even something that would directly benefit her extended 
family. 

Finally Cecilia came up with two ideas she hoped would raise 
additional money for the hospital project. The first idea was to 
have Jason and Lisa attend the event wearing what they wore 
during the race, their running shoes and nothing else. Having 
them sitting naked while they autographed their race photos 
certainly would make the public more interested in buying 
pictures, no matter how over-priced they were. Cecilia's other 
idea was to invite a professional photographer to set up a camera 
and backdrop, and give members of the public a chance to pose for 
a picture with one or both of the naked race winners, for a hefty 
price, of course.

Cecilia contacted the president of the local fraternity chapter 
and presented her suggestions. The fraternity leader liked both 
ideas and forwarded them to the national Tri-Alpha directorate, 
who, in turn, cleared them with the university Board of Regents. 
Within a few days the details were settled. The picture-signing 
event would be moved to the main conference area of the student 
center and be advertised campus-wide. At the beginning of the 
week Cecilia approached Jason and Lisa with the changed venue for 
the autographing session. Jason and Lisa looked at each other 
upon finding out they faced several more hours naked in public as 
a result of the Tri-Alpha race, but they both agreed. Certainly 
the charitable cause was worth while, and both race winners 
secretly enjoyed the daring feeling of having their bodies 
exposed in such a public setting. So it was agreed, starting at 
6:30 and going until about 10:00, the two race winners would wear 
their running shoes and socks, but otherwise be fully undressed 
as they signed autographs and posed for pictures in a crowded 
room during a public event.

Wednesday night Jason, Mike, Lisa, and Cecilia walked to the 
university student center right after dinner, on a dreary rainy 
evening. Once inside the student center they went to the 
building's main reception room, where a rather long line of fans 
already was forming. Oh yes, it seemed that Jason and Lisa were 
quite the celebrities that night!

As soon as they entered the main reception area Jason and Lisa 
got undressed and put their shoes back on. Mike and Cecilia 
stuffed their clothes into student backpacks as the two race 
winners sat down on chairs covered with towels behind a large 
table. The president of the local Tri-Alpha chapter and a 
reporter from the campus newspaper approached them and explained 
what was going to happen. There were three sets of race photos 
being sold for signatures, one of Jason standing with his trophy, 
one of Lisa standing with her trophy, and a picture of the two 
winners standing side by side with their trophies. If a fan 
approached Jason with a picture of himself, he would ask the 
fan's name, making sure the spelling was correct. Then he would 
write a short personal message and sign his full name. Lisa would 
do the same for her race photos. The only pictures Jason and Lisa 
would both sign were copies of the shot of them standing 
together.

After the initial two hours, the two race winners would stand up 
and pose with guests at a backdrop set up by a photography 
student from the university art department. The fraternity 
abandoned the idea of hiring a professional photographer when 
they found an art student who was willing to take the pictures 
for free. The art student's time and talent would be her own 
donation to the children's hospital project. 

Cecilia glanced over at the photographer, a young woman who 
seemed about her own age, roughly 19. She was not exactly pretty, 
but she had a very interesting appearance. She had a figure that 
would have been considered attractive in the late 1800's: wide 
hips, thick thighs, and a nice large bottom. She had pale skin 
and very sad, haunting eyes. The photographer's hair was 
interesting to Cecilia as well, done up in much the same way the 
singers of "Socrates' Mistresses" from Upper Danubia had their 
hair styled, braided and wrapped around her head. The 
photographer wore a long, loose-fitting skirt that accentuated 
her wide hips and voluptuous bottom.

The art student, in spite of her young age, was all business. She 
moved about the area where she had set up her backdrop, adjusting 
the lighting and testing the camera lenses she had brought. 
Cecilia later learned the photographer had borrowed most of her 
equipment from the art department and was trying to work with the 
unfamiliar items and settings as best she could.

Finally, at 6:30, with Jason and Lisa were sitting on their 
towels behind the table, the Tri-Alpha representatives opened the 
doors and allowed the public to come into the room. The first 
stop for the customers was to purchase pre-printed race pictures 
at a separate table staffed by fraternity members. The Tri-Alphas 
had the foresight to print not just the pictures of the winners 
standing with their trophies, but also several action-shots of 
Jason and Lisa as they approached the finish line. There were a 
total of 15 different photos customers could purchase, at fifteen 
dollars apiece, or one hundred fifty dollars for an entire set. 
Jason and Lisa noticed many of the customers buying complete 
sets, as well as separate photos they wanted autographed.

Over the next two hours Jason and Lisa wore out their hands 
signing pictures. On each picture the winner wrote a short 
message directly addressed to the customer by name. They worked 
quickly, but it seemed that no matter how many pictures they 
signed, the line of waiting customers never diminished. The Tri-
Alpha fraternity members running the event had to guide the 
clients to move away from the table once their photos were 
signed, and also chased away anyone who tried to photograph Jason 
and Lisa sitting at the table. Anyone who wanted to take a 
picture with the race winners that night would have to wait until 
8:30 and pay for the privilege.

As she watched the growing line of customers and her two dorm 
residents frantically try to keep up the pace signing photos, 
Cecilia decided to strike up a conversation with the 
photographer. The young woman's name was Suzanne Foster. Suzanne 
was double majoring in physical therapy and art, with a 
specialization in photography. Like Cecilia, she was a sophomore 
still living on campus, but unlike Cecilia, Suzanne was not 
receiving a full scholarship and thus was financially strapped.

Cecilia and Suzanne talked non-stop for nearly two hours, without 
realizing how quickly time was passing. They both were surprised 
to hear the Tri-Alpha representative announce a break. Following 
the break Jason and Cecilia would make themselves available to 
pose for pictures with guests, for a donation of $ 100 per 
picture. The two race winners went to the bathroom without 
bothering to get dressed, had a drink of water, and took their 
places in front of Suzanne's studio backdrop.

For the next two and a half hours Suzanne's camera flashed at the 
two naked race winners posing with fans. The event organizers 
looked at each other in amazement. This was by far the most 
successful post-race money-raising event in the history of the 
Tri-Alpha 10-K run. While Suzanne worked to rapidly take 
pictures, Cecilia helped out, opening rolls of film and helping 
the photographer load her two cameras. Cecilia's assistance 
allowed Suzanne to work much faster and ensured that everyone who 
wanted to have their picture taken with the race winners had the 
opportunity do so. 

No one could have foreseen how many people wanted to take 
pictures with the race winners. When Suzanne came close to 
exhausting the supply of film she had brought with her, Cecilia 
volunteered to run to the art department photo lab and grab 
additional rolls. She and Mike took Suzanne's key and desperately 
rummaged through her photography supplies to gather up more film. 
They made it back just in time for Suzanne to re-load her camera 
and continue shooting.

The anxiety and excitement that Jason and Lisa felt at the 
beginning had long since given way to a feeling of routine 
exhaustion as the two naked race winners stood arm-in-arm with 
one guest after another and the flash went off in their faces 
over and over. In the end they posed with over 200 fans, going an 
hour past the planned schedule and adding more than $ 20,000 to 
the charity proceeds. 

The supply of pre-printed race pictures completely sold out, in 
spite of the production of extra copies. It was past 11:00 p.m. 
when Jason and Lisa finally waved goodbye to the departing crowd 
and picked up the backpacks containing their clothing. They went 
to the bathroom, quickly got dressed, and re-entered conference 
room. They were completely tired out and ready to sleep. However, 
they were elated when the fraternity's president told them the 
evening had raised a total of over $ 70,000 for the hospital 
project. 

Cecilia exchanged addresses and phone numbers with Suzanne and 
departed with her three dorm residents. She was very happy from 
having made a real contribution a worthy cause the same night she 
made a new friend. 

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Three days later, Jason stood on stage at a microphone in 
Springfield, speaking about his experience winning the Tri-Alpha 
10-K race. He began by describing his own experiences as a 
naturist and how he gradually became more and more comfortable 
with his body as he progressed through high school and the first 
semester of college. He jokingly talked about his comical 
streaking adventure with Ken, and then moved on to discussing the 
10-K race itself and the strategy that he used to win. 

Cecilia and Ken sat in the audience. Cecilia was one of the few 
dressed people in the room, which made her stand out and feel a 
bit uncomfortable. Ken had decided to attend the event in the 
nude, and sat next to his RA, feeling a bit daring doing so.

Like most of his listeners, Jason was completely undressed. In 
spite of his lack of attire, he spoke with poise and confidence, 
calmly making eye contact with various senior members of the 
organization in the audience. He had rehearsed his speech in 
front of Cecilia and Ken, researched the history of the race, and 
was prepared to talk about it at length. 

As it turned out, the Springfield speech became an important 
turning point in Jason's life. Over the next several months he 
would travel around the Mid-West to speak at colleges promoting 
the benefits of nude living. Later in his life he become a public 
spokesman in opposition to legislative efforts to curtail public 
nudity at beaches and a nationally recognized face for numerous 
clothing-optional causes. Even that first night it was obvious 
that Jason already had his fans and admirers. 

Cecilia was a bit surprised at the success of her boyfriend's 
public presentation. She was impressed by his confidence in 
himself as he stood on stage speaking to interested and 
sympathetic listeners. She felt deep satisfaction as she realized 
it was because of the relationship with her that he was here. 
Perhaps this was his destiny, something in life he now could 
fulfill. Perhaps part of Cecilia's destiny had been to help Jason 
find a purpose in life by giving him a cause to promote.

