	That Wednesday fully 25 to 30% of the previous class did not show up.  They had all dropped.  Looking around, it looked like there were only 25 to 30 students, about half male half female.  Being used to classes overflowing with 75 to 100 students, this looked incredibly small.
	It’s hard to explain why I didn’t drop.  I rationalize it by saying that it will help me in my psychology major.  Human sexuality is the root or symptom of an awful lot of psychological problems.  Having a thorough understanding of it would be helpful in my career.  Sounded good anyway.
	The truth is, I just wanted to.  I’d been brought up in a very conservative home.  I lost my virginity just before graduation.  One reason why I chose this college was that it was a long way from home.  I wanted to break out and experience life.  I wanted to be wild for a while.
	That’s why I signed up for this class as a freshman.  I wanted to experience everything.
	As we walked into the classroom we all nervously made our way to the back of the room, where the cubicles were.  We knew that we were required to be nude for this course, but no one seemed to want to be the first to strip.
	Finally one guy said, “To hell with it!” and pulled his shirt over his head, then dropped in jeans.  In a flash (pun intended) he was nude.
	We all laughed nervously.  Since the ice was broken everyone else joined in.  Soon 30 young men and women were standing around nude.
	We made our way to the desks, trying to act normal and at the same time positioning ourselves so that we were as “hidden” as possible.
	Right on queue the bell rang and in walked Ms. Thompson.  She set her books down, slipped off her robe, walked to the coat rack by the door and hung it up.  Turning she looked up at her class and smiled.
	“I’m glad to see how many of you were brave enough to return.  And that each of you were willing to strip.  By the end of this term you will be very comfortable with this.  Trust me!” She laughed.
	“I’m curious, who was the first to disrobe?”
	The man raised his hand.
	“And what’s your name?”
	“Jim.  Jim Hawthorne.”
	“Well Jim, you’ve just earned 5 extra points.  Well done.”
	“Now, everyone, please turn in your consent forms.  Remember, by signing and turning in these forms you are stating your willingness to fully participate in all aspects of this class.”
	We all passed our forms to the end of the rows.
	This was surreal.  Here we were, totally nude, acting as though everything was normal.
	“To begin, I’ve found in situations like this that very little can be accomplished because everyone is trying to look at everyone else while keeping themselves hidden.  No one is able to concentrate.”
	“To overcome this, you are each going to introduce yourselves.  As I call your name, come to the front of the room, step up on this desk, turn all the way around once, put your arms behind your back and tell us about yourself.  I have a list of questions I want to know.  What is your name?  How old are you?  How old were you the first time you had sex?  How often do you masturbate?”
	“Lisa Armstrong, you’re first”
	My heart sank.   All my life I had lived with the curse of the A.  I was always first to be called.  Always put in the front row.  Always at the front of the line.  Now I had to stand up nude in front of a room of strangers - first.
	I took a deep breath, stood up, and walked to the desk.  I started to walk around it to climb up from behind but Ms Thompson stopped me.  
	“No Lisa.  Climb up from the front.”
	Now, I’m short – 5’0” exactly.  The desk was tall – well above my waist.  I knew as I raised my leg to climb up that the entire class was seeing my pussy and ass spread wide open for them.
	I stood up and turned around.
	“I’m Lisa Armstrong.  18.  I first had sex about 3 months ago.”  I stopped.
	“And how often do you masturbate, Lisa?”
	I swallowed.  I felt like crying.  “About 3 times a week,” I replied.
	“When was the last time?”
	“Last night,” I muttered.
	She walked up to me and stood in front of me, looking right up at my pussy.
	“Notice, class, how fine the hair is on around her pussy.  Studies have shown that little or no hair around the vagina is extremely attractive.  I must agree.”  She smiled and displayed her own shaved pussy to the class.
	“Alright Lisa.  You may take your seat.”
	I climbed off and sat down.
	It felt so good to be done.
	For the next hour I sat transfixed as student after student stood and displayed there wares to the rest of us.  There were 15 girls and 14 guys.  Seems I was the youngest.  The oldest was a 27 year old man.  There were all different sizes.  Some beautiful.  Some sexy.  Some big.
	It was incredible.  I had only seen a few nude people in my entire life.  Only one guy.  My former boyfriend.  We broke up shortly before I came here.  I’d seen girls in the locker rooms, but this was different.
	By the end of the period, we were all quite comfortable with each other.  We had shown everything and seen everything.  There really was no reason to hide.
	“Alright class.  Before I dismiss you, a couple of things to note.”
	“First,” and she began handing out a packet of paper, “this is information on your term project.  Review it before Friday’s class.  You are all expected to do a research project by the end of the term.  Friday we’ll discuss it.  Monday your topic should be chosen.  As you think about this bear in mind that virtually anything goes.  The more outrageous the better, and no one can cover the same topic.  With 29 students your going to have to think outside the box.”  She smiled wickedly at her double entendre.
	“Second.  I’m doing some research of my own.  There is opportunity for extra credit throughout the term.  I’ll discuss this with you in future classes.”
	“Third.  Friday’s class.  Now that you’ve had the opportunity to see each other’s bodies, Friday we will physically examine and measure each aspect of each other.  It should be quite interesting.”
	“Class dismissed.”
	She walked to the door, slipped on her robe, and walked out – leaving the door open.
	We quickly ran back to the cubicles to dress just as the bell rang.  Students walking in were treated to a wall of full moons while we all tried to pull our jeans and shorts up.
  
