The Outsider
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(warnings: language, adult themes, public nudity, sex between adults)

Chapter 11 – An answer to Ruthie’s question

The following day was Friday.  As usual Mike did his morning trek to the Student 
Center to buy his normal cup of regular coffee.  As usual, Ruthie was wearing her 
apron and little else: just a pair of old running shorts, a thin t-shirt, and her 
battered running shoes.  Mike wondered how she withstood the walk from the 
dorm; because it was drizzling and the temperature outside was 48 degrees.  It 
was obvious that she was not comfortable at all, because her skin was covered 
with goose-bumps and she looked pale.  She admitted that she had gone outside 
without bothering to check the forecast, and upon getting out on the sidewalk she 
wanted to turn back and get a jacket, but did not want to deal with going back in 
the room where Shannon was still sleeping.

Mike resisted the urge to roll his eyes, but he had to ask.  Ruthie was so afraid of 
Shannon that she wouldn’t even go back into her room to get a jacket?  She 
responded that she was not exactly afraid of Shannon, but that dealing with her 
was so stressful that she tried to have as little contact with “super-bitch” as 
possible.  Mike handed over his jacket and insisted that she put it on.  She looked 
very funny in the oversized garment, with the sleeves covering her hands and the 
waist extending past the bottom of her shorts, but at least she quit shivering.

“You’re gonna have to keep a jacket or two at my room.  If you get yourself sick 
that’s not gonna do anyone any good.”

Ruthie and Mike sat in the literature class together and had lunch together.  Since 
the day was still very dreary and chilly, Ruthie had no desire to be outside and 
was planning to go to the library.  Mike suggested his room instead.  Ruthie 
hesitated for a moment, but her resistance quickly broke down.  The thought of 
having a room to herself for an entire afternoon, with no interruptions, no 
roommate and no CD player, no one walking by…where she could sit at a desk or 
lie on a bed…where she could spread her books out and just study in peace…the 
temptation was too much for her.  Finally she accepted Mike’s offer and 
accompanied him to the room.  

As soon as Mike was gone Ruthie locked the door and took off her clothes, which 
consisted of nothing more than pulling down her shorts and taking off her t-shirt.  
She pulled down the covers of the spare bed and spread out her books with the 
idea that she would spend her afternoon reading while lying down.  However, 
Mike’s window, which was high enough that no one outside could see into, 
proved too much of a temptation for her attention.  She sat in the vacant chair and 
spent a few minutes just looking out at the campus and all the students below as 
they made their way to and from their classes.  The silence of the room was 
delicious to a person who had been subjected to so much noise from her 
roommate and her friends.  At that moment Ruthie hated Shannon all that much 
more, because she had a chance to experience the tranquility she was missing out 
on because of the presence of “super-bitch” in her life.

Ruthie had not realized it, but she was badly sleep-deprived.  Typically she went 
to sleep around 11:00 pm or midnight and had to wake up at 4:30 to be at work by 
5:00.  The day’s cold and dampness had affected her as well.  Within a few 
minutes of sitting down at Mike’s window she began nodding off.  No 
problem…there’s a bed right here, I’ll just rest for a little bit and then get up and 
study.  She rested alright…but living more than two months without adequate 
sleep finally caught up with her.  She lay down without bothering to pull the sheet 
over herself, passed out, and remained sleeping with nothing to disturb her for the 
next five hours.

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That afternoon was another “pay dirt” day for Parking Officer # 036.  Because it 
was chilly and drizzling, over a hundred students blissfully assumed that surely 
the “Parking Nazi” of lot Econ-A would not spend an afternoon standing out in 
the cold just to write tickets.  

Wrong…Mike knew that precisely because it was a cold rainy day, he had the 
chance to drive home the message he had been trying to push on the parking 
meter violators over the past two weeks: that at no time, and under no 
circumstances, was lot Econ-A a free parking zone.  In spite of the trouble he had 
keeping his ticketing machine and envelopes dry, he still managed to write nearly 
300 tickets.  Infuriated students returned to their cars and jerked off two or three 
tickets from their windshields.  Several yelled things such as:

“It’s fucking raining!  Why are you out here?  What’s fucking wrong with you, 
goddamn Nazi?”  …to which Mike casually responded that the meters worked 
just as well in the rain as they did when it was sunny, and that as far as he knew, 
coins were water-proof.  

As usual there was the roaring of engines and screeching of tires from infuriated 
students, but the lesson had been taught.  Rain or no rain, there simply was no free 
parking in lot Econ-A.  Assuming the weather was clear next week, the situation 
there would be under control, with the exception of a few die-hards whose cars 
eventually would have to be towed.

Mike’s clothing was very wet when he returned his ticketing machine to the 
dispatcher.  He was known as the fanatic of the Parking Department and his stats 
for Friday did not disappoint.  He had written 265 tickets for the shift, slowed 
down only slightly by the rain and having to keep the machine and the ticketing 
supplies reasonably dry.  No one else came even close to Mike’s numbers: the 
best any of his co-workers had done that day was under 50 tickets.  Only Mike 
Sinclair was stupid enough, or dedicated enough, to stand in the rain for five 
hours writing meter tickets.

Mike changed his shirt when he got off work, but that did him no good 
whatsoever because his jacket, pants, and shoes were soaked.  He would be very 
happy to get back to his dorm room, take a hot shower, and put on dry clothes.  
He remembered that his…girlfriend?…was studying in his room.  That presented 
him with a dilemma.  He wondered if he should call ahead or knock to let her 
know that he was coming, but then decided against it.  Ruthie knew full-well that 
his shift ended at 5:00 and that he’d be back no later than 5:30, the time they 
always went to dinner.  The thought crossed his mind that she might be sleeping, 
and if so, it’d be better not to disturb her.  

Besides…maybe…she’d be naked?  Why not?  Just the previous night hadn’t she, 
with no prompting whatsoever, run nude in a complete circle around the Econ 
Building?  If she did that, she had proven that she definitely was not shy…so 
maybe upon returning to the room he would get a chance to see her.

Mike noticed that the light was not turned in his window as he approached the 
dorm building.  When he came up to the door there was no sound coming from 
the room.  He was deeply disappointed, because he figured that Ruthie must have 
left sometime during the afternoon.  He put his key into the door and quietly 
opened it.  He was expecting to see Todd’s side of the room empty, except for 
perhaps a few items she had decided not to take with her.  Instead, he was 
shocked to see her uncovered body soundly asleep on his former roommate’s bed.  
She was lying on her stomach with her face turned towards the window.  Mike 
could tell from her breathing that he had not woken her up and that she was not 
aware that he was in the room.

Mike knew that he needed to do one of two things.  He either needed to back out 
of the room and knock, or cover her with a sheet so she could continue sleeping 
and he could change.  He opted for the second choice, but for the moment he 
couldn’t resist the urge to take a close look at his companion’s lovely figure.  She 
had left the curtains open and it was still mostly light outside, so there was plenty 
of light in the room.  Yes, he had seen her the previous night, but only for a few 
seconds and in a place that was very poorly lit.  

Mike’s hungry eyes roamed up and down his friend’s uncovered body, taking in 
every detail.  Except for her back going up and down slightly from her respiration, 
she was lying perfectly still.  Her body was small, but well proportioned.  She had 
slender legs and shapely hips.  Her bottom was somewhat flat.  She had no tan-
lines from a swimsuit, but her arms and legs were slightly darker than her torso 
from running around in shorts and a t-shirt all the time.  Her arms were folded up 
close to her chest and hid her breasts, but her legs and bottom cheeks were 
slightly spread, allowing him to see a small portion of the black hair that covered 
her vulva.  She did not have very much hair on the rest of her body.  Mike noticed 
that she had not shaved her legs or under her arms for several days.   From what 
he could see that moment, and from what he had seen of her the previous night, 
apparently she never shaved her vulva.  That was new for him, because Lisa 
completely shaved herself every couple of days.  Mike already knew that Ruthie 
shaved on an irregular basis, whenever she “got around to it.”

A strange thought crossed Mike’s mind as he studied Ruthie’s figure.  Ruthie was 
the new girl in his life, so this body that he was looking at was “his”. 

Finally he forced himself to stop admiring her.  He knew that if she woke up and 
saw him standing next to the bed staring at her, chances were that would be the 
end of their relationship.  He figured that it would not be so much the 
embarrassment him seeing her naked that would make her upset, but rather him 
doing something that she would perceive as a violation of her trust.  She already 
had expressed that part of herself during the conversation about Lisa.

Mike eased a couple of her books off the bed and gently pulled the cover over her.  
She still did not wake up, although she moved slightly when he let the blanket rest 
on her body.  Now that she no longer was exposed, Mike figured that he could go 
about his normal activities in the room.  He opened up a closet door to partially 
conceal himself from her view, undressed, wrapped a towel around his waist, and 
went to the men’s bathroom to shower and get cleaned up.

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Ruthie woke up while Mike was out of the room.  She sat up confused, because 
outside it was dusk, the final light of a dreary wet gray afternoon.  She was lying 
in the bed near the window, which was the bed that Shannon had taken.  What 
was she doing in Shannon’s bed?  She sat up in a panic, knowing there would be 
hell to pay if her roommate caught her sleeping in her bed and even more so 
because she was naked.  Ruthie then looked at Shannon’s desk, only to realize 
that none of her roommate’s things were on it.  Her own stuff was there 
instead…her backpack and some of her geology books.  She looked around the 
darkening room, and then realized that she was not in her own dorm at all, but 
instead in Mike’s.  She lay back down in the bed, tired and still disoriented, not 
yet comprehending that she had been asleep the entire afternoon.  Finally she 
glanced at Mike’s clock…6:23 pm.  She looked again…6:23?  Was that right?  
Then she saw Mike’s wet jacket hanging on his desk chair and his wet shoes lying 
on the floor.  With that she realized that it really was already well past 6:00, that 
she had slept the entire afternoon, and that Mike already had returned to the room, 
changed, and for whatever reason had left.  Then she remembered that she had not 
bothered to pull the blanket over herself when she lay down.  It was possible that 
she had covered herself while she was sleeping, but she knew that it was much 
more likely that Mike had come into the room, saw her lying on the bed, and 
decided to cover her up.  She shuddered and blushed, because that would mean he 
had seen her sleeping in the nude.

She was contemplating whether or not to get dressed and leave when she heard 
Mike’s key in the door.  She quickly lay back down, with the blanket pulled 
above her breasts.  She knew what she was doing was silly, given her behavior 
less than 24 hours before.  She had shared her love of being naked with Mike and 
wanted his room to be the one place on campus where she could be honest with 
both him and herself about that part of her personality.  However, the issue of sex 
loomed over her.  She wanted to be free to be naked around Mike, but she did not 
want him to interpret that as an invitation for having sex.  She knew that Mike 
was a young guy, and that as such he needed and wanted sexual intercourse.  She 
understood that if she wanted to have him as a boyfriend for any length of time, at 
some point she would have to share her body with him…but…just…not right 
now.

Mike felt nervous seeing her awake in bed, naked but with the blanket covering 
her.  He said hello and bent down to kiss her.  He asked her about her afternoon, 
to which she responded:

“I didn’t have much of an afternoon.  I kinda slept.”

He decided that one thing he was going to do was not bother about being modest 
around her anymore.  He took off his towel and deliberately walked around the 
room in the nude, doing things like combing his hair and tending to his wet 
clothes.  He was nervous about what he was doing, but he wanted to push being 
openly naked as part of the relationship he was developing with her.  She shyly 
kept the blanket tight around her chest, but she watched him intently, taking in the 
details of his body.

Once Mike had dressed and the danger of sex with him had passed, Ruthie 
reluctantly got out of bed.  She tried to act casual, as Mike had done, but her heart 
was pounding.  She allowed him to have another good look at her backside as she 
put on her shorts and t-shirt.  When she stepped towards the door, Mike brusquely 
told her that she needed a jacket and at the very least she should put on some 
socks to protect her feet from the cold.  Blushing, she did as she was told.

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Because they already had missed dinner at Watson Hall, Mike decided to invite 
Ruthie out to Santa Cruz.  He knew they needed to get off-campus and put the 
uncomfortable encounter in the doom room behind them.  They repeated the 
activities from their first night in town, wandering around used bookstores, going 
out to eat, and walking along the city’s boardwalk.  Mike pointed out a couple of 
books that covered the impact of evangelical Christianity on US politics.  One of 
Mike’s recent favorites was a book by a political analyst called Kevin Phillips that 
argued that a combination of over-reliance on financial services and evangelical 
Christianity were factors in the national decline of several powerful nations over 
the past 500 years.  Phillips pointed out that conditions in the US were following 
the same pattern and the process of national decline in North America already was 
well underway.  Ruthie was extremely interested.  Mike commented:  “No need to 
buy this one; I already have it.  You’d be interested in borrowing it?”

Ruthie nodded with enthusiasm.

Without saying anything, that evening the couple worked out how much physical 
contact they would have in public.  They both felt uncomfortable holding hands 
while walking, but if they stopped anywhere for more than a few seconds, Mike 
put his arms around her.  She enjoyed that; having the feeling of being protected 
by someone she cared about and who she knew cared for her.

When they went back to Davenport, Ruthie began to feel uncomfortable, because 
she realized that she and Mike had reached a turning point in their relationship.  
The next time they were alone together in his room, the question of sex would 
have to be addressed.  It was clear that Mike wanted and expected a sexual 
relationship from her, but she simply did not feel ready.  She did not want to turn 
him down when he approached her, especially if she was going to be sleeping in 
his room and using it to study.  However, that night was not the time she wanted 
to commit herself to that aspect of a serious relationship.

She could tell that Mike was hugely disappointed when she told him that she 
wanted to go back to her room for the night.  She dreaded the thought that maybe 
Shannon would be in the room partying, because if that were so, she’d have no 
option other than to return with Mike to his room.  Fortunately for her, Shannon 
was gone and the lights were turned out.  Ruthie hugged him and kissed him 
goodnight, but the message was clear.  That night they would sleep apart.

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The following day Ruthie woke up to see that her nemesis had returned and was 
passed out in her bed, probably from a night of heavy drinking.  She grabbed 
some more of her books, a towel, and a few articles of clothing and stuffed 
everything in a shopping bag.  As an afterthought she took her cell phone charger 
and her camera, realizing it made more sense to keep them at Mike’s room instead 
of her own.  That moment was significant, because she had decided that she was 
going to be spending most of her time with Mike and only use her own room as a 
place to sleep.  Anyhow, she no longer trusted Shannon around her things.  She 
glanced at her computer, thinking that at some point in the near future she’d want 
to move it as well.

She slipped out of the room and stepped outside into a thick fog.  She could tell 
however, that the storm front had passed and throughout the morning the 
temperature would warm up after the sun came out.  If it warmed up enough, she 
could put on the dress that Mike had bought her the previous week and wear it 
around Davenport.  That would be neat!

Mike already was up working on a term paper when he heard a faint knock on his 
door.  He knew who it was, because surely no one else would be knocking at 7:30 
in the morning.  Mike normally slept naked and had not yet bothered to get 
dressed.  He thought about answering the door in the nude, but figured that it 
probably would be better to be wearing something when she entered.  He put on a 
pair of clean shorts and one of his t-shirts and opened up for her.  

The full shopping bag in his friend’s hand told him that it was obvious she 
expected to spend the entire day with him. At that moment he had conflicting 
thoughts about what was happening.  She had not bothered to call ahead to see if 
he wanted her to come over so early, if he had other plans, or if he was even in the 
room.  She just showed up, taking it for granted they were close enough that he 
would not consider her coming over an imposition.  He was conflicted between 
being irritated at her self-centeredness and being flattered that she trusted him 
enough to assume he’d always be glad to see her, no matter what.  He put aside 
his reservations about her impromptu visit and kissed her good morning.  If 
nothing else he’d get a good make-out and hug out of it.

Ruthie’s sudden appearance forced Mike to re-think his plans for the day.  He had 
expected to get together with her in the evening for dinner and then take her to the 
Student Center to celebrate Halloween.  Before doing that he was planning to 
study in the morning, go for a hike in the afternoon, and take a nap before dinner 
so he would not be tired later that night.  None of those activities were things he 
had to do alone.  He’d let Ruthie stay with him in the morning and study, then 
take her with him hiking, and then…maybe… before taking a nap… finally…

Ruthie quickly settled down on Todd’s bed to study.  She was more rested than 
she had been at any time since the semester began, but also she was stressed about 
having not studied the day before.  Mike said nothing more and returned to his 
term paper.  

By 1:00 it was much warmer and sunny outside, so Mike suggested going out for 
a late lunch.  Ruthie agreed and decided that it was just warm enough that she 
could wear her dress.  Mike’s heart pounded at the thought that she actually was 
going to go out, in broad daylight, in her little red dress.  Sure enough, she turned 
her back to him, pulled out the dress from the wardrobe where she had her 
clothes, and took off her t-shirt.  She put on the dress and pulled down her shorts.  
She slipped on her sandals and that was it, she was ready to go out.

Mike decided to stay in Davenport, on the assumption they were less likely to 
have problems where there was a higher concentration of young adults, some of 
whom were dressed only slightly less provocatively than Ruthie.  They would 
walk off-campus, have lunch, and just stretch their legs around the small business 
district.  Later they could return to campus, with the idea they could go up to the 
observatory and perhaps walk around the hill that was above it.

Ruthie thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of the cool sunny afternoon breeze on her 
bare skin.  She especially loved the feeling of the air on her bare hips and blowing 
up the skirt on her vulva and bottom.  It was obvious to any observer paying 
attention to her that she was not wearing anything under her dress, but according 
to the law as it was written, she was just within compliance.  A couple of campus 
cops did notice her, but said nothing.

They had lunch at an outdoor burrito place before walking to Davenport’s only 
bookstore and the town’s main park.  At the park there was an evangelical street-
preacher ranting about sinful college students, the Rapture, and the Second 
Coming.  Ruthie was in a good enough mood that she could have ignored 
him…until the moment he noticed her scanty clothing.  He yelled at her 
concerning her lack of decency and called her a whore “in the name of Jesus”.

Mike was infuriated and wanted to settle the matter with his fist, but Ruthie 
pushed past him, turned her back to the street preacher, bent over, and flipped up 
the back of her skirt.  She was completely naked from the waist down, which 
horrified the preacher.  That was precisely Ruthie’s intent.  She slapped her bare 
bottom hard and screamed:

“Check this out, faggot!  I’ll bet you’ve never seen one of these before!  Take a 
good look at what you’ll never have, you stupid piece of shit!”

With that Ruthie turned around and got into a very ugly confrontation with the 
street preacher.  He continued to call her a whore and she continued to call him a 
faggot.  That was just the beginning.  Ruthie accused Jesus and the disciples of 
being a group of homosexuals…just like the street preacher…and the reason why 
they started their religion in the first place was they were such social rejects that 
no women wanted to touch them.  Ruthie cited some biblical passages that, oddly 
enough, made such an accusation plausible.  She continued, claiming that because 
biblical prophets were such losers with women, they went into caves and had gay 
orgies and wrote up fantasies about their imaginary friend for lack of anything 
better to do.  Within a few minutes, Ruthie’s insults were so vicious that her 
opponent could not come up with coherent answers to what she was saying.  A 
couple of by-passers applauded and the street preacher was reduced to screaming 
“You are a true daughter of Satan!” 

“Not of Satan, faggot!  I’m a true daughter of Lilith!”  With that Ruthie flipped up 
the back of her dress a final time and walked away as a couple of the guys 
watching whistled.  

Although he had been ready to punch the religious fanatic for calling his 
girlfriend a “whore”, Mike was dumbfounded by the viciousness with which she 
laid into both him and the heroes of his faith.  He also was alarmed by the public 
spectacle that she had created.  She normally was quiet and shy, but she had 
shown she was volatile and could explode into blind rage if triggered.  

Being insulted in the name of a religion was just such a trigger.  Her loathing of 
religious people was an integral part of her character, a mass of molten lava 
boiling just beneath a quiet surface that could erupt in a massive explosion at any 
moment.  The moment a religious person passed judgment on her or attempted to 
control her behavior, she erupted and had no control over her actions.

Mike had to admit she certainly knew her stuff when it came to Christianity, 
because she easily matched the preacher point for point and passage for passage.  
She had not wanted a logical argument, however; what she wanted to do was ruin 
the man’s day as much as possible.  As they walked away, it seemed that she had 
achieved that desire.  Her attack apparently had set off some of the other 
spectators, because after they left Mike could hear a couple of people taunting and 
jeering at the preacher.  One of the guys watching had followed Ruthie’s example 
and was mooning him.

Ruthie’s volcanic eruption passed as quickly as it started.  She became shy and 
quiet again and hugged Mike for reassurance.  Suddenly she was ashamed and 
embarrassed by how she had behaved, but obviously what was done could not be 
undone.  

As he held her in his arms, Mike could feel that she was trembling from emotion 
and needed to be given time and patience to calm down.  It was just as well that 
for the moment he didn’t need to say anything, because he needed a chance to 
calm down as well.  Not only was he trying to think of something to say to her, 
but he also was trying to figure out what had just happened, why she seemed to 
have lost her sanity for a couple of minutes.  He knew that there were two major 
issues in her life: feeling repressed by religion during her years as a teenager, and 
the constant stress she was under living with Shannon.  She had no outlet for all 
that emotion, so it exploded all at once towards a total stranger.  Mike had an 
observation:

“Ruthie, I think that if you’re gonna get so pissed off, why waste it on some loser 
you don’t know?  How come you don’t take it out on Shannon?  She’s the one 
who needs it.  I’d bet if you’d do to her what you just did to that guy in the park, 
it’d shut her up.”

“I don’t know…I wish I could…but it’s like…I can’t control my temper….I 
blow…and it’s always at the wrong time…when it doesn’t do any good…and 
then I’m all quiet when I ought to speak up.”

Ruthie took a deep breath.

“I ‘spose you’re totally weirded-out by what just happened.”

Mmmm…kind of…but he did have it coming…and…in the end…maybe it 
worked out for the best.  I was gonna punch that guy…you know, for calling you 
a whore…and then he would’ve gotten me on assault.  I guess…in a way…you 
kinda saved my ass.”

She hugged him and with that they returned to campus.

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When they returned to Mike’s room, the couple was faced with a more trivial 
dilemma: what to wear for Halloween.  Because they already knew they were 
planning to participate in the midnight streaking tradition, they knew that they 
needed simple costumes that would be easy to take off.  

As they went to dinner in Watson Hall, Mike saw that the dorm had thrown out an 
old artificial plant and its pieces were sitting in a trash can near the cafeteria.  The 
plant had large plastic leaves, which gave Mike an idea for a very daring outfit.  
He pulled off the leaves from the stem and tossed what was left back in the trash 
can.  He held up the leaves to Ruthie and commented:

“This is gonna be our outfit for Halloween.”

“Plastic leaves?”

“Yes.  I have an idea.  I think you’re gonna like it.”

When they returned to his room, Mike dug through his desk to retrieve a hole-
punch and a roll of string.  He punched holes in three of the leaves and then cut a 
piece of string long enough to be tied around his waist.  He put the three plastic 
leaves on the string.  Then, in full view of Ruthie, he stripped and put the string 
around himself.  He tied it and moved the leaves to the front to cover his penis.  

He blushed, not sure what she’d think, but commented:

“I’m gonna be Adam tonight.  What do you think?”

“I like it.”

“So… you ready to be Eve?”

Ruthie blushed, but nodded.

“OK…I’ll do your bottom part first.”

Mike punched holes in three more plastic leaves and strung them.  Her heart 
pounding, Ruthie took off her dress and allowed him to tie the string around her 
waist.  Once she was covered in the front, Mike had to figure out how to arrange 
additional leaves to cover her breasts.  Finally, after several tries, he tied a string 
around her chest, just under her breasts, with a leaf covering each breast.  He then 
looped another string around the back of her neck and tied it to the stems of the 
leaves to hold them in place.  It was not perfect, because if she moved around too 
much the leaves fell out of place, but it was easy for her to simply push them 
back.

“You don’t think we’ll get arrested?”

“No, not on Halloween.  The cops kinda expect this…it’s sort of like Mardi Gras.  
They won’t hassle us unless somebody complains, and then all they’d do would 
be warn us and tell us to get dressed.  Anyhow, we’ll go over in shirts and take 
‘em off when we get there.”

Ruthie looked at herself in the mirror.  She loved Mike’s idea and how she looked 
in her leaf outfit.  She hugged him.  He caressed her naked back, and then, for the 
first time, lowered his hands to her hips.  He ran his fingertips up and down the 
outer part of her bare bottom.  She did not object.  As much as he wanted to 
seriously fondle the inner part of her butt…to slip his hand between her bottom 
cheeks and feel the sweaty skin at the base of her backside, he figured it was best 
to hold off.  She was allowing him to touch her bottom as it was, which was more 
than he ever had done with her.

Mike picked two very worn-out shirts for himself and Ruthie.  He knew that the 
Student Center was a chaotic place on Halloween and there was a very good 
chance that once they took off the shirts, they’d never find them again, and that 
was something he did not want to worry about.

The students put the shirts over their string outfits and set off for the Student 
Center.  They looked very comical, walking with their bare legs sticking out from 
under their shirts, leaving passers-by to wonder what, if anything, they were 
wearing underneath.  When they arrived in the central part of campus, they were 
surrounded by other students in every type of Halloween outfit imaginable.  For 
the most part the student costumes went for horror and gore, but there were others 
who were wearing costumes from movies and TV shows, ranging from Star Trek 
to the ever-popular Rocky Horror Picture show.  A few revelers were dressed in 
sexy outfits such as Carnival costumes.  A couple of women were topless, but no 
one was fully naked.  Mike and Ruthie kissed each other and pulled off their 
shirts.  They immediately got whistles and applause from some of the other party-
goers.  They were somewhat covered in the front, but in the back they were 
completely nude, without even a thong to cover their bottoms.  Mike swallowed, 
because at that moment he realized that his outfit idea was more daring than he 
had imagined it would be, and that he and Ruthie were the most unclothed people 
at the Halloween celebration.

Ruthie was thoroughly enjoying herself.  Except for going to the beach a few 
times, she had never been naked in front of strangers, and certainly not the only 
naked person in a large crowd that was mostly clothed.  The plastic leaves 
rubbing her breasts and pelvis made her all that much more aware that in the back 
she was not covered at all.  Her bottom received plenty of stares…as did Mike’s 
bare behind.  She noticed several people, both men and women, staring as hard at 
Mike as guys were staring at her.  She took his arm to let everyone know that both 
she and he were taken…the others could look, but not touch.

There was so much going on that the novelty of Adam and Eve quickly wore off.  
The most interesting moment was when a middle-aged woman dressed in a 
witch’s dress snuck up behind Mike and startled him with a very hard slap to the 
bottom.  Mike blushed, because the woman was one of his co-workers…the 
dispatcher, no less.  She asked Ruthie to take a picture of her with Mike, and then 
another passer-by to take a picture of the three of them together.  Mike found out 
that his co-worker had a mean streak in her, because as the three took their 
positions in front of the camera, he felt her hand fondling his bottom.  He forced a 
smile, but knew better than to say anything.  Better to let her have her thrill…but 
of course from that point forward he’d have to deal with her sarcastic smile every 
time he checked out his ticketing machine.  Hopefully it was just one secret out of 
many that she planned to keep…

Mike and Ruthie ran into other classmates, all of whom were surprised and 
impressed that they would show up to the Halloween party in such daring 
costumes.  At 10:00 the university’s homecoming queen stood at the microphone 
and ordered everyone to be quiet.  A couple of student officers took her place and 
announced that they were planning to pass out awards for the best costume in five 
categories: most original, most scary, most sexy, funniest, and most obnoxious.  
Most original went to a horror theme outfit (no surprise) as did most scary.  But 
then Mike and Ruthie heard:

“For the sexiest outfit…this year we’ve got a couple.”  The student officer looked 
directly at Mike and Ruthie:  “Adam and Eve…please come up here!”

Blushing furiously, the two nearly naked students made their way to the podium 
to take their prize as the crowd cheered, whooped, and whistled. They were 
awarded with something that was actually useful: a $ 200 gift certificate for the 
campus bookstore.  Holding hands, they looked nervously around the room as 
cameras flashed wildly at their exposed bodies.  Mike noticed that his co-worker 
was right up front with a camera.  He took a deep breath, knowing that most 
definitely the story was going to make its rounds through the parking department 
the following week.  Anyhow, because they were prize winners, most likely their 
picture would appear in the campus newspaper the following week.  Once the 
prizes were awarded, there was a live DJ who announced that everyone was going 
to party until midnight.  What that meant was dancing and general socializing.

The evening turned out to be much wilder than the couple had anticipated, which 
put them in strange mood.  Mike knew that everyone would see him very 
differently the following week, that there was a part of him that no one had known 
about.  He could still feel the faint tingle on his bottom where his co-worker had 
smacked him.  He no longer felt embarrassed about it; he found it very erotic.  
Ruthie simply was ready to “get naked”.  When the plastic leaves chaffed her 
breasts, she decided to take off her top.  What the hell?  It was coming off at 
midnight anyway…why not have it off now and be more comfortable?  She 
kissed Mike and her bare breasts touched his naked chest for the first time.

Neither Mike nor Ruthie was any good at dancing, but their lack of dance talent 
did not matter in the least.  They were thoroughly enjoying themselves.  Mike 
awkwardly spun Ruthie, only to have her fall laughing into his arms.  The 
surrounding crowd cheered them on, clapping and chanting “Adam and 
Eve!…Adam and Eve!…Adam and Eve!”

Finally the DJ announced it was almost midnight.

“OK…all you freaks!  Let’s show Davenport what you’ve got!  Let’s get 
NAKED!!!!”

A cheer went up from the crowd.  Mike and Ruthie were among the first to be 
totally nude, because all they had to do was untie the strings around their waists.  
A simple pull of a bow-knot, and the plastic leaves flopped to the ground.  About 
half of the other students stripped, some completely and some just to their 
underwear.  Mike and Ruthie kissed one final time before running outside with 
the others.

Cheering and whooping, about 200 naked and partially dressed students ran in a 
circle around the dean’s house (conveniently, he was out of town that weekend), 
then back to Central Campus and around the main fountain.  Part of the tradition 
was for anyone who was completely nude to jump in.  That year, as a practical 
joke, a fraternity had dropped several large blocks of ice in the water to give 
anyone who jumped in a chilling surprise.  Mike and Ruthie noticed several 
students shrieking and scrambling out as soon as they jumped or were tossed in.  
Mike put his hand in the water, only to notice it was ice cold.  He warned Ruthie, 
but she responded:

“It’s a tradition to jump in though, right?”

“Well, yeah…but…”

Ruthie kicked off her shoes and stepped in.  She closed her eyes and worked up 
the nerve to lower herself into the frigid water.  She dipped down, immersing 
herself up to her chest and immediately stood up.  Before she got out, she posed 
for several pictures.

By the time Ruthie got out of the fountain, the streakers already were starting to 
go back inside and get dressed.  Mike and Ruthie went back into the Student 
Center as well, but they need not have bothered.  Their leaf-outfits were missing, 
as were the shirts they had worn over.  Mike was not surprised.  The leaf outfits 
had caused a sensation and had won them a prize, so it was not surprising that 
someone swiped them.  The shirts were gone as well, which meant that Mike and 
Ruthie would have to streak back to his dorm.

“Let’s get out of here before everyone is dressed.”

Mike knew that there would be less trouble for them if they ran out of central 
campus while there were at least a couple of other naked students still milling 
about.  Ruthie followed him past the campus library towards the academic 
buildings.  As they got further from the Student Center, they also got further away 
from the part of campus where the yearly streak was unofficially tolerated.  If 
they were caught in the nude among the academic buildings, it was possible 
they’d get arrested.  Mike kept in the shadows, peeked around corners, and 
signaled to Ruthie when it was safe to dash to the next building.

The challenge and danger made the final part of the evening very exciting for 
Ruthie.  This was a real adventure for her, something that she had not experienced 
since she had streaked her apartment complex.  What made the adventure even 
more special was sharing with the person she most cared about.  As she watched 
Mike run ahead of her, crouching in the darkness and signaling that it was safe for 
her to catch up with him, she felt that he was the one person she could truly love.  
He understood her…and even now was giving her one of the most fun 
experiences she had ever had in her life.

Yes…fun!  She was actually having fun!  She was enjoying herself!

All too soon Mike led her to the open field that separated the dorms from the 
academic area.  He told her to crouch in the darkness and then jog with him to the 
other side.  Then they would need to cross the street as fast as they could towards 
some parked cars on the other side.  Unfortunately from that point forward 
everything was well-lit, so they’d have to run non-stop after they crossed the 
street.  They jogged across the dark grass, and crouched down one final time 
while Mike tried to see if anyone was around.  He patted her on the butt and 
whispered: “Go!”

By the time they got to Mike’s dorm they were totally winded, but the danger of 
getting arrested was almost over with.  Leaving her crouching in the darkness, he 
calmly walked up to the front door and buzzed the night attendant.  He told the 
guy the truth: that he had gone to the Halloween streak and his clothes were 
stolen.  Fortunately the night attendant knew Mike and had nothing against him, 
so he directed the resident to a side door and buzzed him in.  The only part of the 
streak remaining was a nude run down the hallway.  The night clerk kept watch 
for the couple, and directed them to cross when the corridor was empty.  No point 
in having Mike’s neighbors whooping while he and his girlfriend ran nude down 
his hallway.

And that was it for Halloween.  Ruthie was elated: that was the best time she had 
enjoyed…since…maybe since she was born.  That was fun!  She kissed him and 
pressed her body against his.  When she felt his penis stiffening, she gently 
stroked it.

“You’re OK…you know with…?

She nodded.

Mike put on a condom.  He kissed her and touched her vulva.  He noted that she 
was not wet at all; in spite of how she was acting she did not seem in the least 
aroused…and yet it clear was she was trying.

Ruthie’s mood went from elation to despair.  No…she was not aroused.  After 
such a great evening of erotic adventure she had expected to be excited, but her 
body simply was not cooperating with what her mind wanted it to do.  

Come on…for Mike…please…he deserves it…but…nothing…

Finally she gave up on herself.  She felt that she owed him sex; that he deserved 
to have that part of the relationship fulfilled.  She did as well…but maybe it 
would come later…for her it would not be that night.  She hugged him.

“Mike…I…just go ahead…it’ll be OK.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah…Sometimes it takes me a couple of minutes to get going…you 
know…It’s OK…”

With that, she lay on the spare bed and spread her legs.  Mike pushed his 
reservations aside and joined her.  The condom he was wearing was lubricated, so 
he was able to enter her, although with some difficulty and much discomfort for 
her.  She kissed him, because she did not want him to see that the only thing she 
was feeling at the moment was discomfort.  He thrust vigorously, and finally she 
could tell he was pumping semen into the condom.  She felt nothing but relief that 
it was over as he slowed down and his penis went limp.

She continued holding him close, because she did not want him to see her face.

“Was that good for you?”

“Yeah…it was fine, Mike…” she lied.  Actually her vagina felt raw and was 
aching.

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A few minutes later they cleaned up from the exertions of a night of dancing, 
streaking, and sex.  When they returned to his room they cuddled together in 
Mike’s bed.  She lay next to him with her head resting in his armpit.  She caressed 
his stomach until she was convinced he was asleep.

As soon as his breathing changed, tears rolled down her face.  For a year and a 
half she had wondered whether or not she was capable of enjoying sex.  She could 
climax just fine while masturbating, but as for sex itself, she had nothing but bad 
memories.  It had been awful the first time…that first relationship during her 
junior year in high school.  She made love, but felt absolutely nothing except 
disgust and discomfort.  Well, the first guy had been a total POS (piece of shit) so 
she figured that it must have been because she hated him.  

Now she had made love to another man…the second man in her life.  This time 
everything had been different…no “cherry to pop”, no desperate fear of being 
discovered, no fear of getting pregnant, and most of all…the man who made had 
just made love to her was one she cared about.  None of that mattered.  Sex with 
Mike was just as awful as it had been during those squalid nights she spent with 
that POS.

After a year and a half she got her answer…but it was not the answer she 
wanted…


