Meyer's College, a Div. of Southeastern University (Part 06)

                                             By: The Cape Cod Beach Bum



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BILLY AND KEIKO'S ROOM


Billy grinned down at the petite young girl asleep nude next to him.  Keiko's head was nestled lightly in the crook of his muscular arm; her firm right breast with its tiny nipple pressing into his chest.  Keiko's shapely leg was thrown casually over his in her sleep; her warm, moist cunt caressing his thigh.  His right arm was draped protectively over her back.  What a nice way to wake up!  He cupped her tiny right breast in his large, meaty hand, squeezing it gently, tweaking her nipple to erection between his fingers.  Kissing her softly on the top of her head, he cooed into her ear, "Mornin', Babe.  Ready for breakfast?"

Stretching luxuriously Keiko replied, "Mmmmm. . .that feels good, Billy.  Good Morning.  Yes, I am hungry. . . Ummmm. . . What time is it?"

"6:30. . .I know it's early, but we gotta boogie, Babe.  Practice starts at 8 
o'clock, and Coach'll give me shit if I'm even a minute late.  I told Michael we'd meet up with him and Kelly in a coupla minutes, go to breakfast together."

"We don't have to go to the cafeteria, I can cook breakfast downstairs."

"Thanks for offering, Keiko, maybe you can do it next time. . . But y'all can't do it today, 'cause there's no food in the kitchen yet."

"Okay.  Give me a few minutes to dress, then I am ready."

"Can't do that either, Babe.  Remember our assignment?" 

Keiko sprung up, gasping in horror, suddenly recalling their assignment.  Billy was absolutely right.  Amy's first assignment for them was to remain totally nude until Monday night's class.  She wasn't prepared for this.  She had just gotten used to being nude around the here.  Now she had to go out in public nude!  Deep down she knew it would eventually happen, but this soon?  Oh, God. 

"Don't sweat it, Keiko.  The cafeteria don't officially open until 8 o'clock on the weekends.  They're only opening early for the teams that have morning practice, so there won't be many people there.  'Sides, Michael, Kelly and I'll be there too.  Y'all got nuthin' to worry about, Babe."






AT THE CAFETERIA


The walk down the hill onto the main campus was uneventful.  The four naked teenagers reached the cafeteria without encountering anyone along the way.  However, that was to soon change.  Pausing at the door to the cafeteria, they could hear the distinct murmurs of conversations held inside.  Here goes nothing.  Michael reached for the handle.  The door suddenly burst open, disgorging two of their fellow teammates.

"What the fuck?" exclaimed one of them.

"Jesus Christ Russo.  What the fuck are you and Wilson doing running around bareass?" asked the other, "Well hellooo, lovely ladies.  I Didn't see you hiding behind these two gorillas. . . Hey, you're naked too!"

"That's enough shit outa you, Wheeler!" seethed Michael. 

"I was just admiring these lovely ladies, Asshole.  So, why are y'all running around naked anyway?"

"It's a class assignment. . ."

"Don't give me that shit, Russo, classes don't start until Monday."

"That's true.  On the main campus they don't, Jonesy, but ours' started yesterday."

"And you expect us to believe your homework assignment is to run around bareass?  Yeah, right!  Wait'll the other guys hear about this.  C'mon, Wheeler."

"Well, the shit's gonna hit the fan now, Michael," commented Billy.

"Don't sweat it, Billy.  They'd have seen us like this in an hour anyway.  Let's go in and eat."

Billy wrapped his arm around the shivering Keiko, "C'mon, Babe, you can do it.  You'll see."  

With his arm protectively around her, they entered the cafeteria.  Gradually all conversation in the room stopped, as the four classmates proceeded along the serving line.

When Kelly reached the end of the line, the cashier looked up and asked her in amusement, "You forget sumthin' this mornin', Chile?"

"Oh shit!  Yeah, my money!  Michael?"

"Got it covered, Honey."  He turned to the cashier, "Please, bill these four trays to the football team, Maam.  I promise I'll straighten out with Coach for the girls' meals later."

Looking over their trays she answered, "Don't worry 'bout it, Chile.  I figure the team can afford it.  A sparrow'd eat more than these two anyway.  What with all you animals put away, Coach'll never notice a coupla more bagels and two orange juices on the tab.  So, why's y'all nekkid anyway, Boy?"

"We all attend Meyer's College.  Our first assignment was to remain nude until Monday night.  You'll probably be seeing the rest of the gang during the day today."

"Chile, does your momma know 'bout this?"

"Know about it?" he laughed, "Our parents are the ones who signed us up for 'The Program'."

She just shook her head, "Well, I'll be."

Another server said, "Louise, girl, you ain't seen nuthin' yet.  Wait 'til that Human Sexuality class gets goin'."

Louise asked, "I suppose y'all are part of that too?"

"In a way I guess we are.  Southeastern is endeavoring to remain the number one University in the country in the field of Human Sexuality.  HS-201 was only the first step.  Meyer's College is the second phase of 'The Program'."

The other server came over to introduce herself. "Chile, I'm Carmen, this here's Louise.  If'n y'all ever get hungry, and don't got your money with you, come through the line an' see us.  No sense starving 'cause y'all ain't got no place to carry your stash."

"Thank you, Carmen, Louise, for your kind offer.  It's a pleasure to meet you both.  I'm Michael.  This is Kelly, and Keiko, and that's Billy down on the end.  We'll definitely keep it in mind, in case we ever need your help."

"You do that, Chile."

Carmen turned to Kelly and Keiko, "Y'all got fine young men there, Ladies.  They was raised right.  Every morning they smile, they say 'Good Morning' to each one of us.  They want sumthin' they say 'Please' and 'Thank you, Maam.'  The rest of them bums ignore us or say 'Gimme dis or gimme dat'.  Don't you let those two get away now, y'hear?"

Kelly beamed, "Thank you, Carmen, you're very kind.  We only met them yesterday, but I think you're right about these two monkeys." 

Billy jostled her playfully, "Hey.  Get it right, Girl.  It's 'gorillas'!"

Still laughing, they found a quiet corner to eat their breakfast.  As the other diners realized the four were unconcerned about their nudity, the room began to settle down, and conversation returned to normal.  Well, somewhat normal anyway.

Kelly asked, "What's your schedule for the rest of the day, Michael?"

"Practice from 8 to 11:30.  Lunch 'til 1.  Then practice again from 1:30 to 4.  Oh yeah," he grumbled, "Then Billy and I have to go grocery shopping for tomorrow's dinner.  After that I guess we'll get to eat Supper."  

"How are you guys gonna get to the grocery store?"

"Shit. I didn't think of that, Honey. . . Billy, do you think anyone has a car we can borrow?"

"Hell, we can ask around, Bro." he replied doubtfully, "But I don't think anybody will, once word gets out why we need it.  Worst case, I guess we got the big white taxi."

"You really wanna ride the bus naked?"

"I don't wanna be doin' any of this, Bro.  But I don't gotta choice now, do I?"

"None of us does.  Looks like you and I are probably gonna be riding the bus this afternoon.  How 'bout you two?   What're you girls doing today?"

Kelly replied, "I'm planning on keeping a low profile, Michael.  Unless anything comes up, I'm spending the day back at the College, working on my tan around the pool.  At least 'til Dinner, then I guess I gotta go somewhere to eat."

"C'mon then.  Billy and I'll walk you back up the hill.  Then we gotta get to practice.  We'll meet you back at the College later, and go to Dinner together."

As they got up to leave Keiko remembered, "Oh no, Billy!  I have to stay here!  The Bookstore ran out of the Calculus books yesterday.  They were going to have a few shipped in by Federal Express overnight.  To be sure I get one, I have to be at The Bookstore when they open this morning.  I need that book for class on Monday morning."

"Don't worry, Guys.  We'll be okay.  You two better get to practice, I'll wait here with Keiko.  We'll get her book, then walk back to Meyer's.  Plan on meeting us back there later, after your shopping trip."   






THE BOOKSTORE


Although inwardly cringing at the thought of remaining exposed in public, especially without Michael's reassuring presence, outwardly Kelly tried not to show her fear, to be strong for Keiko.  On an impulse, she reached up and gave Michael a chaste kiss on the lips, before they turned to walk away.  Already a small crowd was forming near The Bookstore's entrance, composed primarily of incoming freshmen and their families, eagerly awaiting its' opening.  As the two young girls approached, they immediately became the focal point of the crowd's attention.

Looking around nervously, Kelly said quietly to Keiko, "C'mon, let's get in line, so we can get this over with.  The sooner we get back to Meyer's, the happier I'm gonna be."

The crowd's mood grew blacker with each passing moment.

"Look, Mommy, look!  Those girls are naked!" exclaimed one young boy around seven years of age.

"You get over here and turn around," she demanded yanking his arm, "Look the other way."

"You should be ashamed of yourselves!" yelled out another, as a small group of the enraged parents began to gather around the two naked girls.  

"How dare you walk around like that, you brazen hussies!" hollered another one.

Tension mounted as the menacing crowd closed in around the girls.  Kelly and Keiko edged nearer to each other for protection. 

Her fear intensifying, Kelly began giggling uncontrollably, "Keiko, I don't believe it!  She called us 'brazen hussies'!"  

In spite of her own fear, and visibly shaking herself, Keiko could not help but join her friend in the giggle fit.  Finally able to gasp out, "What is a 'brazen hussy', Kelly?" 

"Damned if I know exactly.  I've only heard it used in old black and white movies!  Guess we'll have to look it up later on," Kelly replied still giggling.

Just then, a small boy about three appeared and diffused the mounting tension, by coming over and shyly tapping Kelly on her bare hip.  Reflexibly Kelly squatted down to be at the little boy's height, unmindful of the show she afforded the gathering crowd, "Hi!" she greeted him cheerfully, "My name is Kelly, and this is Keiko.  What's your name?"

"Adam," he replied shyly, and after a brief hesitation asked. "Did you forget to put your clothes on this morning?"  Then he bashfully admitted, "It's okay, sometimes I forget too."  

Kelly reached out her arms embracing the young boy warmly, "Thank you, Adam.  I love you.  You made it all better."

"But I thought I had to kiss you to make it better?  That's what Mommy does."

"In that case, I guess you're just gonna have to give me a kiss then," Kelly grinned. 

Adam reached up, lightly brushing her cheek with his lips. "Hey!  Don't cry, Kelly.  It's okay."  

"Don't worry, Honey, they're happy tears.  Thank you for making it all better."  

A very concerned young woman approached, carrying an infant in her arms, visibly relaxing when she spotted her little boy.  She called out, "There you are, Adam!  Mommy was worried about you.  You shouldn't run off like that, Sweetie."  

His face brightened, "Hi, Mommy!  I'm sorry.  This is Kelly and Keiko.  They forgot to put their clothes on this morning, but I told them it's okay, sometimes I forget too."

She turned to the two naked girls and offered them her hand, "Hi, I'm Ann Reynolds.  Thank you for looking after Adam.  He usually doesn't wander off like this."

Kelly took the offered hand, embracing it warmly, "Glad to meet you, Ann.  But, you've got it all wrong.  We weren't looking after Adam, he was looking after us!  A coupla people over there were giving us a hard time, and Adam came over to comfort us."

"I made it all better!" Adam beamed.

"He sure did," added Kelly tousling his hair lightly, "He's our knight in shining armor."

"I'm so proud of you, Adam!" Ann exclaimed before turning her attention back to the girls.  "You must be in Amy Thompson's Human Sexuality class. . . But I thought classes didn't start until Monday?"

"Actually we go to Meyer's College, and ours started yesterday.  Meyer's is a new addition to the University this semester; it's co-chaired by Amy, along with Carl and Beth Walker."

"They got married?  That's fantastic!  They made such a great couple!"

"You know Carl and Beth?"

"Sure do!  My husband Steve, Beth, Carl, and I were all in Amy's first Human Sexuality class." she reminisced, "Boy, was that a lot of fun!"

"Why don't you guys join us?  We gotta pick up a textbook for Keiko first, but then we can all walk back to Meyer's together.  I'm sure they'd all love to see you again."

"Wish I could, Kel, but I've got a load of things to do today.  Alright if I take a rain check?" 

"You're welcome anytime!  Bring Steve and the kids along too.  We've got a great pool, and I'm sure they'll enjoy it.  We're just up the hill, in the old Alpha Omega frat house.  Do you know where that is?"

"That's a great place!  Sorry I can't stay longer, Girls, but I have to hurry and pick up Steve's handouts from the print shop; then put these two munchkins down for their morning naps.  I'll stop by and see you soon though, I promise.  I'm awfully glad we met.  Good luck. . . and have fun with your assignments," she added winking.

The chance meeting with Ann and her family put both girls at ease.  It wasn't until Keiko squatted down to retrieve a Calculus book from the bottom shelf, that they were again reminded of their nudity.  Hearing a loud crash, their eyes were drawn to see another student standing nearby.  A mixture of textbooks and supplies were scattered at his feet, his mouth gaping wide open, with his pockmarked face wearing a mixed look of surprise and shock.  Unabashedly, he was staring at the lovely sight afforded him by the young girl's widespread thighs.

Wickedly, Keiko realized hers was probably the first pussy he'd ever seen.  In spite of her fear, her nether lips began to engorge, spreading open like the petals of a delicate flower.  A fragrant dewdrop began to form, glistening at the mouth of her vagina.  Her nipples grew and hardened to the size of pencil erasers due to her increasing sexual excitement.  Forcing herself to remain in such an open and vulnerable position, she raised her eyes and smiled up at him.

"Uh. . .Uh. . .Sorry," he stammered, blushing deeply, fumbling with his books.  His eyes never flickered from the wondrous sight before him.

"Don't be. . .I'm not," Keiko replied softly, still not making a move to change her position.

After what seemed an eternity, but was in reality less than a minute, he mumbled, "I gotta go."   Still juggling his textbooks and supplies in his arms, he fled quickly down the aisle towards the registers at the front of the store.

Kelly gasped, "Keiko you're terrible!  I can't believe you just did that!"

"Neither can I," she replied, still shaking, "I was scared.  But at the same time, it was also very exciting," she admitted, blushing deeply.

At the register they encountered another unexpected problem.  

"I need to see your student ID in order to bill your scholarship account," the cashier informed Keiko.

"Oh, no!" she cried, "I didn't know I would need it. . . and I need the Calculus book for Monday.  What can I do?"

"Maybe I can help," they heard from behind them.  

Turning they were overjoyed to see a familiar face, "Carl!" 

"Maam, I'm Carl Walker.  Here is my ID.  These girls are students of ours at Meyer's College.  Is my personal guarantee that she is in fact, Keiko Mitsumi, sufficient?  Or is there something you'd like me to sign for you?"

"Thank you Dr. Walker," she replied returning his ID, "If you would be kind enough to sign here, where it says 'form of ID', for our records, I would be grateful.  Thank you again, Dean Walker." 

"Have fun, Ladies.  See you back at the College."

"Bye, Carl!  Thanks!"

The cashier turned to Keiko and Kelly, and said conspiratorially, "Something I found helpful when I took Amy's Human Sexuality course, were these wrist pouches over here.  Originally designed for joggers, they are just large enough to carry your keys, ID, and a little money.  They really come in handy when you don't have a pocket to carry anything.  How about I put them on your accounts as well?"  With a wink she added, "I think we can safely classify them as a 'school necessity' in your situation.  What do you think?"

Kelly replied, "Thanks, that'd be great!"

Giggling and chatting merrily about their experience, they made their way back to the College.






THE LOCKER ROOM


Meanwhile, Michael and Billy having just reached the locker room door, were set to enter.  Grabbing the handle, Billy commented dryly, "Well. . .here goes nuthin', Bro."

The door creaked open and a hush instantly enveloped the room.  Michael and Billy were the last of the team members to arrive, and the others were prepared for their entrance.  Those players who were not present earlier in the cafeteria, had already been briefed by their teammates.  The sudden silence, followed by their loud jibes, immediately drew the Coach's attention; and had him bounding from of his office.  A long shrill note blown from his whistle quickly restored order to the ensuing pandemonium.  A glance around the room told him all he needed to know, Jones and Wheeler were at it again!  Barely good enough to make the taxi squad, they would never be major contributors to the team's success.  Thank God they weren't on scholarship, and would finally be graduating this year.  They just weren't worth the trouble they caused.  But, fortunately for them, until now they hadn't given him a solid reason to cut them either.  Until now, that is.  Jealousy over losing their back-up slots to the two freshmen may be pushing them over the line this time.  

"That's enough!  Will someone please tell me what's going on?"

"These two queers are parading around campus bareass. . ." started Wheeler.

"Yeah.  And claiming it's a 'class assignment'," finished Jonesy.

"It is!" replied Michael.

"Bullshit!" shouted Wheeler.

"Bet you it ain't!" Jonesy added.

Billy answered his challenge, "Bet you it is!" 

"You're on!" they replied in unison.

Coach finally saw his spot and took it, "Enough!  Let me get this straight.  Russo, you and Wilson claim you have a class assignment to remain nude?  Until when?" he asked. (already knowing the answer thanks to a 'heads-up' phone call from Carl the day before)

"Monday night, Coach" replied Michael. 

"And Wheeler, you and Jones here bet them that it wasn't true?"

"Damn straight, Coach.  Can you believe that bullshit?"

"And what are the stakes of the bet going to be?" asked the Coach.

"How 'bout fifty dollars?" suggested Wheeler.

"I've got a better idea, Coach.  Since they like to parade around bareass, make 'em stand on the sidelines nekkid for next weeks' game!" challenged Jonsey.

"Yeah!  Great idea, Guy!  Right on the fifty yard line for the whole game!" added Wheeler.

Michael answered, "And if we're right, how about you two dickheads have to remain nude until Monday night, just like Billy and I?  With all the same rules we have to obey applying to you too."

"You're on, Asshole," replied Wheeler and Jones together.

Coach asked, "So we have a challenge and it's been accepted?"

"Yes, Coach," the four cried in unison.

"And it's been duly noted and witnessed by the entire squad.  I'd like you two to write your schedules down on paper for me, from now until Monday night.  And be specific."

"What for?" Wheeler asked beginning to worry a bit.

"Just do it!  And hurry up. . . we haven't got all day, Ladies!"

As Coach attached them to his clipboard he told them, "Thank you.  For the record, Wheeler, you and Jones lose.   Michael and Billy DO have a class assignment to remain nude until Monday night.  Dean Walker called me yesterday morning to apprise me of the situation in advance.  I have both of your schedules here, from now until Monday night.  At the end of practice this morning, hand your clothes over to the trainers.  You will remain naked at all times, except during football practice, until Monday at 7 PM.  The only exceptions allowed by the guidelines given with their assignment, are instances where your personal safety would be placed in jeopardy.  Looking over your schedules I foresee no such situations, therefore I will allow no exceptions.  And you will both stick exactly to these schedules, with no deviations from them of any kind." 

"But, Coach. . ."

"There aren't any buts, Wheeler.  You two dug your own holes, now lie in them."  Then he added, "If you or Jones don't do everything EXACTLY as you've written on your schedules, you're cut from the team.  And that's final!  Now suit up, Ladies!  Let's go, People, we got a practice to run here!  Let's go!  Let's go!" 

Finally, he thought to himself.  He turned and headed for the practice field, whistling and smiling broadly.



