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Lisa Armstrong is an 18 year old freshman at Southeastern University.  She has enrolled in Human Sexuality 201 - a course that has never been offered at this school before.  It is a hands on class studying every aspect of sexuality.  The course is taught in the nude.
Ch 1 introduced the students to the class
Ch 2 each student introduced himself or herself in the nude
Ch 3 the class was forced to walk across campus nude to the biology lab where they measured each other, intimately.
Ch 4  the students presented their term project ideas to the class and had them "adjusted" by Ms Thompson.
Ch 5  Lisa begins her first day of dares: Stay nude until the next class period; give 5 blow jobs after class; masturbate in a grocery store with a cucumber.

Ch 6 - Day 2 of dares

	I awoke to the sound of the phone ringing.  I rolled over, half asleep, and grabbed it before it woke anyone else up.
	"Hello," I muttered.
	"Hello, Lisa?  I hope I didn't wake you.  This is Coach Perrin."
	"Coach Perrin?  No. No.  I was just about to get up.  What time is it anyway?"
	"6:45.  I had to catch you before you left.  I've got a project for you."
	What now?  Coach Perrin was my gymnastics coach.  He seemed to take special delight in the fact that I was nude at yesterday's practice.
	"O.K.  What do you need, Coach?" I asked apprehensively.
	"The gymnastics team takes turns teaching the junior high gymnastics class at Lincoln Junior High.  Bob was going to do it today, but he just called me.  Said he was sick.  I checked the schedule and you're the only one without a first period class.  I need you to be at their gym by 8:00."
	"Coach, I can't!" I wailed.
	"Why not?" he demanded, a note of irritation in his voice.
	"Well, I can't.  It's my Human Sexuality project.  I have to stay nude until tomorrow's class!"
	"Lisa, as I understand it, that class's requirements were not to interfere with any other responsibilities.  Is that correct?" he demanded.
	"Yes.  But I can't go to a junior high class in the nude!"
	"Lisa, I've already spoken to the principal there.  He's a graduate of Southeastern and fully backs the initiative this school is taking to become the primary university in the nation dealing with all aspects of human sexuality.  He has no problem with you coaching the students in the nude.  Now is there any other reason that you cannot be there this morning?"
	"No sir," I answered meekly.  "What do I need to do?
	"It's a mixed class consisting of a dozen boys and girls in 7th, 8th, and 9th grades.  Most of them have been in gymnastics for several years and are well trained in the basics.  You will be responsible for demonstrating and leading them in their floor exercises.  The class starts at 8:00.  Please report to the principal's office a few minutes early."
	"Yes sir," I replied.
	"Thank you, Lisa.  I'll see you at practice this 
afternoon."
	He hung up.
	I lay there, stunned.
	It was 6:50.  In one hour I had to be at a junior high - nude!  I had no car, so I would have to ride my bike - nude!  And I had to teach gymnastics to a group of boys and girls - nude!
	I wanted to cry.  There was no way I could do this!  But I was determined not to quit.
	I sat up and reached over for the bag with the dares in it.  May as well get all the bad news at once.  I pulled out three cards.
	"Stop shaving your pussy.  (The class could see that my pussy was shaved when they wrote the dares).  When you have sufficient growth, go to the Main Street Barber, strip, and have the owner shave your pussy. You must do this on a Saturday afternoon."
	Well, at least I didn't have to do that dare today.
	"Go down to the Fine Arts Theater - at the corner of HWY 57 and 12th St.  Buy some Ben Wa balls.  While at the counter, insert them in your pussy and leave them there all day.  The theater is open 24 hours."
	"You must pee outside all day long.  You must have at least two observers each time."
	It was almost 7:00.  I had one hour to get to the theater, buy those Ben Wa balls (whatever they were), and get to the school.
	I jumped out of bed and into the shower.  It took a remarkably short time to get ready.  Wash my hair, comb it out, put it in a tight pony tail, slip on my sneakers and I was dressed for the day!
	Mindy, my roommate, was laying in bed watching.  She thought the whole thing was hilarious.  I had not met her until we got to school last week.  She had heard rumors about the human sexuality class before she came and thought I was insane for signing up for it.
	She was a lot more experienced sexually than I was (I think - hard to tell how much was just talk and how much was true).  She seemed to get a kick out of finding out what I had to do.
	I looked in the mirror before heading out.  A fresh face with bright green eyes looked back at me, my dark pony tail swinging behind my back.  My breasts were small, each about the size of a peach.  The nipples were already standing tall.  My narrow hips looked more like a boy's than a girl's, except for the shaved pussy in the middle.  Looking in the mirror I realized that I could easily be mistaken for a student in the class rather than the coach!
	7:15!  I had to run!
	I've discovered that when I'm in a rush it's much easier to ignore the whistles and stares.
	I grabbed my purse, flung it over my shoulder, and ran out the door and downstairs to my bike.  A couple of other girls were getting their bikes out too.  They started asking me what I had to do today (I seemed to be the talk of the dorm).  I quickly told them I was late and couldn't talk, mounted my bike, and took off.
	I knew right where I was headed.  The Fine Arts Adult Theater wasn't far away.  It was strategically located near one of the main entrances to the campus.  They obviously knew who their main clientele was.  My mother had gone on one of her rampages when she saw it.  She would be horrified to know that I was headed there.  Of course, she'd be even more horrified to learn that I was riding my bike nude through the streets of town!
	As I rode I began to realize that I had not peed since I got up.  My bladder felt like it was about to burst.  I knew I had to pee outside, and a wicked thought crossed my mind.
	I pulled up to the store and swung my leg off the bike.  A man coming out of the door got a clear flash of my wide open pussy and dropped his videos all over the sidewalk.  Instead of picking them up he just stood and stared at me.
	I looked around and saw another man getting out of his car, a look of shock on his face.  Smiling at him, I squatted beside my bike and released a strong stream of urine.  I must of peed for 30 or 45 seconds, a large puddle forming beneath me.
	A small trickle ran down my leg as I stood up and walked inside, followed by my two observers.
	I had never expected it to be busy at 7:30 in the morning.  There must have been 15 to 20 men looking around.  It took less than a second for every one of them to know that a nude girl had just walked in.
	The man at the counter grinned and walked over to me.
	"Morning ma'am.  I need to see your ID please."
	"What? Oh.  Of course," I replied.  I'd never been in an adult store before.  There were rows and rows of videos in front of me.  Along one wall was a whole rack of magazines and books.  In the back was a doorway with a sign over it declaring video rooms for rent.
	I showed the man my ID.  He looked at it and chuckled.
	"Alright Lisa.  How can I help you?"
	I stammered for a moment.  I had become intensely aware of my nudity.  A dozen men had gathered around me.  I was surprised at how polite they were.  No one was touching me or even coming very close to me.  They simply stood and stared.
	"I... I... um, need some Ben Wa balls," I muttered.
	"Alright." he replied.  "Those'll be right over here."
	He led the way to the other side of the counter.  The group of men parted as I followed.
	In front of me was a collection of dildos, vibrators and other things that I could only imagine the purpose of.  It seemed like hundreds of different sized toys for both men and women.
	The man plopped 3 different packages on the counter.  Each bag held 3 round metal balls and were marked small, medium, and large.  The large were almost the size of a tennis ball.  I' don't know how anyone could have gotten them in their pussy.  The medium looked like silver ping pong balls, slightly smaller.  The small was about the size of a large marble.
	I pointed at the medium and he rang it up.  $19.95.
	He started to put them in a sack.
	"That's not necessary," I said.
	My hands were shaking as I tore open the bag and held the balls in my hand.  They were perfectly smooth and felt cold as I rolled them in my hand.
	The men stared in disbelief as I squatted, opened my legs, and slid each one in my pussy.  I stood up and a wave of pleasure flowed through me.
	I had to really concentrated to hold my pussy closed as I walked out the door.  Everyone followed me outside.
	I stopped at my bike, trying to figure out how I was going to get on it without the balls falling out.  Holding my bike in one hand I held my pussy in the other as I threw my leg over the seat.  Now I wish I had a more feminine bike.  Mine was a unisex all terrain bike with a bar down the middle like a boy's bike.
	Glancing at my watch I realized I only had 10 minutes to get to the school.  I started off, still holding my pussy until I could press it against the seat.
	I don't know how I made it to the school.  I seemed to be in a sexual haze the whole way.  I've never felt anything so incredible before.
	The three balls in my pussy filled me completely.  The motion of my legs peddling forced the balls to roll around constantly inside me.  The seat of the bike split my pussy lips and rubbed right up against my clit.  I was afraid the balls would slide out so I pressed myself as hard as I could on the bike.  Everything I rode over seemed to transfer directly to my pussy.  I felt like I was being fucked in the middle of town while riding my bike!
	I felt a climax building as I turned into the parking lot of the school.  I came to a screeching stop at the bike rack, put both feet on the ground and pushed my pussy as hard as I could on the seat.  One hand went immediately to my clit.  As soon as I touched it I began to moan and then scream as a tidal wave of pleasure swept over me.
	Finally I settle down and opened my eyes.
	Have you ever seen a junior high five minutes before the bell is going to ring?  Twelve, thirteen, and fourteen year old kids were all over the place!  And every one of them was looking at me!  They each saw a young nude woman, sweat running down her breasts, her pussy pressed against the seat of her bike, her finger pushed against her clit, her thighs wet with cum.
	The whole world seemed to have come to a screeching halt.
	I was so embarrassed.  I couldn't believe what had just happened.  I'd masturbated - climaxed - in the middle of a junior high school yard.  
	No one had moved.
	I wanted so much to leave.  I wanted to turn and ride out of there as fast as I possible could.
	But I knew I couldn't.  I had no idea what Coach Perrin would do if I left.  I might lose my entire scholarship.
	I had no idea what Ms Thompson would do, either.  It would certainly count against me if I refused to do it.
	Besides, a tiny part of me tingled at the thought of what had just happened.  I actually enjoyed being "forced" to do something that I would never do on my own.
	Sheepishly I tucked my head and rolled off my bike.  I felt the balls start to slide out and quickly pushed them back in.
	My hand was still shoving them in my pussy when a man spoke up behind me.
	"You must be Lisa"
	I jumped and twirled around.  A tall, heavyset man with a goatee and his dark hair pulled into a short pony tail was standing behind me.
	"Bill Wright.  I'm the Principal."  He put out his hand.
	Without thinking, I reached out and shook it.  Horrified, I realized that my fingers were dripping with cum.
	He grinned.  "Coach Perrin told me about your Human Sexuality class.  I didn't realize you were going to be giving live demonstrations."
	I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there like an idiot.  Like a very naked idiot.
	"Come with me, Lisa.  I'll show you to the gym."
	He led me in the front door and down the hall.  There was still a couple of minutes before the bell and the hall was full of kids.  A wave of silence seemed to roll down the hall ahead of us as the kids became aware of our approach.  You'd think they had never seen a nude girl walking down the middle of their hallway before!
	The gym held a little more privacy.  At least it wasn't filled with kids.  The gymnastics training room was off of the larger basket ball court.  Mr. Wright led me in.
	There was nothing special about the room.  All the basic equipment was there: a large floor mat, rings, balance beams, bars etc.
	"The kids will be here in a few minutes.  Here's the class roll.  How you lead them or what you have them do is basically up to you.  Class is over at 9:20, but you need to release them by 9:05 so they can have time to shower and dress."
	"One point, Lisa.  We've been emphasizing hygiene and the necessity of showering after class.  Even so, some of kids are embarrassed and try to skip it.  You need to go into each locker room and personally supervise that each child takes a shower."
	"Any questions?"
	"I have to go in the boys' locker room and watch them shower?"
	"I'm afraid so.  We can't have them going to class right after a work out.  My office is at the end of the hall if you need me."
	The kids all came in as he walked out the door.  They couldn't believe that they had a nude teacher!
	I'd worked as a part time trainer in my gym at home, so I was comfortable leading a class.  Of course, I'd never led one in the nude.
	It's weird.  There are times when I almost forgot I was nude.  Times when I was truly in the moment and really didn't care what I was or was not wearing.
	There are other times when I am acutely aware of my nudity.  When I feel like everyone's eyes are on me.  When that happens I become embarrassed and want nothing more than to run and hide somewhere.  Of course, most of the time when I feel that way I'm in a situation where running and hiding is absolutely impossible.
	This was one of those times.  As those seven girls and five boys stood there looking at me I became acutely aware of my nudity.  I wanted to run.  I wanted to hide.  I simply wanted to cover up.
	Instead, I reached for the clipboard with the class roster.  As I stepped forward I felt it happening but couldn't react in time.
	One of the silver balls in my pussy slid out.  I clenched my legs and stopped the other two from falling but the first one hit the mat, bounced once and rolled to the foot of one of the boys!  He bent down and picked it up.
	"Uh.  You dropped this."
	"Sorry. Thanks," I muttered.  Not knowing what to do I simply opened my legs and slid it back inside.  They all stared incredulously at me.  A small tingle began to creep into my pussy again.
	I called role and looked at the class.  There were seven girls, 2 7th graders, 2 8th graders, and 3 ninth graders.  They each wore leotards, some surprisingly provocative.  Three of them wore two piece leotards, cut high in the thigh.  Another had a thin pink one piece that was almost sheer.  None of them wore anything underneath.
	The guys were all dressed in shorts and t shirts.  The shorts were all the same, but were also quite short and thin, not unusual for gymnastics.  All 5 of them had prominent bulges tenting their shorts.
	"Well, let's stretch," I said, and motioned for everyone to sit in a circle, legs in front and spread.
	As the leader, I joined them.  With my legs spread wide open my pussy was visible to all of them except the two on either side.
	I led them in several different stretching exercises, then stood up while continuing to issue commands.  I had each one form a bridge.  That's where you lay on you back, put your hands palm down beside you head and push yourself up, arching your back high above the ground.  Looking around I saw five hard cocks pushing against the guys' shorts.  Several of the girls had wet spots on their leotards.
	I finally decided it was time to get to work.  When I work out I work out hard; when I lead a class I see that they work out hard as well.  From the way they were acting, I pushed them harder than they were used to.  When the buzzer went off reminding me to send them in to the showers, those poor kids were worn out.  Sweat was trickling off their faces.
	"Alright guys.  Time to hit the showers," I announced.  "The principal demanded that I verify that each one of you takes a shower.  Therefore, do not get out of the shower until I come in there.  That goes for the guys too! Understand?"
	"You're going to come watch us shower?!" one guy yelled.
	"Absolutely!  So get in there and get naked.  I'll be in there after I've made sure all the girls have gotten in."
	Both groups went running in to the locker rooms.  I casually followed the girls into theirs.  The balls in my pussy wiggled provocatively.
	As soon as I walked in the girls practically assaulted me with questions.
	"Do you really stay nude all the time?"
	"What are those things in your pussy?"
	"Do they feel good?"
	"Why is your pussy bald?"
	"Do you go outside like that?"
	"Is everyone at your college nude?"
	"Shut up everyone and let her answer," one girl yelled.
	They all quieted down.
	"All right girls.  Get undressed and get in the shower and I'll answer all your questions."
	They quickly peeled off their leotards and jumped in the shower, a large room with a dozen shower heads.
	I'd never really looked at girls this age before.  They were all 12 to 14 years old - and quite beautiful.  Each one had the slim athletic body of a gymnast.  Their breasts were just beginning to bud, their pussies just beginning to grow hair.  As they soaped up they once again began shouting out questions.
	"Slow down," I yelled.  "I don't have much time, so you can each ask one question."
	"Are you nude all the time?"
	"No.  Just yesterday, today, and tomorrow.  It's for a sex ed class."
	"God I'm glad our sex ed class doesn't make us go nude!" replied one girl.
	Another girl  piped up, "I don't know.  I think it'd be fun!"
	Everyone giggled.	
	"What are those silver balls in your pussy?"
	"Their called Ben Wa balls.  I have to keep them there all day.'
	"Do they hurt?"
	"No. They feel great.  But sometimes it's a little hard to keep them inside."
	"Is everyone at the college nude?"
	"No.  Just me and one other guy.  But everyone has different projects to do."
	"What's your project?"
	"I've got to complete 3 dares every day.  I never know what they are until that day."
	"What else do you have to do today?"
	"Well.  I carry these balls all day.  I have to have my pussy shaved in a couple of days at the barbershop and I have to pee outside with at least 2 witnesses."
	Everyone giggled again.
	I suddenly remembered the boys.
	"I've got to go, girls.  It's been nice working with you.  Keep up the good work and I'll see you again later."
	I turned and walked out and in to the boys' locker room.
	The guys were all in the shower, waiting for me.  They were each standing under a shower head letting the warm water flow over their nude bodies.  They had obviously already finished washing up.  The guys were gorgeous.  Like the girls, they were slim and athletic.  Their bodies were just beginning to develop real muscle, moving away from the skin and bones that young boys have.  As they saw me their young cocks rose to greet me.  They turned away, embarrassed.
	"It's OK guys.  I've seen hard cocks before," I proclaimed, trying to act casual.
	The truth is, seeing these naked boys was incredibly exciting.  I leaned casually against the wall until they had all turned around again.  Now, I'm not an expert on male anatomy.  Until this week my experience was extremely limited.  Nevertheless, I was surprised at how large these young cocks were.  Hard, they were almost, though not quite, as large as a grown man.
	With an effort I tore my eyes away.
	"Well boys, we had all better get to class.  It's been a pleasure teaching you.  I hope to see you again soon!"  I grinned and walked out.
	The bell rang as I walked out of the gym and in to the hall.  Kids poured out of the classrooms like water from a dam.  And once again, as soon as they saw me they stopped and stared, frozen in place.
	The crowd magically opened before me as I walked forward.  No one dared get close enough to touch me, but everyone stared.  Hundreds of young eyes were glued to my body as I walked down that long hall.  The fullness of my pussy sent tingles up and down my spine.  I kept thinking of those nude athletes in the locker room.
	I walked outside and climbed on my bike, careful to keep the balls from sliding out.
	I headed towards school.  I had a 10:00 class.  I had plenty of time to get to the dorm, grab my books, and walk to class.  I peddled slowly, enjoying the pressure of the balls rolling in my soaking pussy.  Feeling the seat push against my sensitive clit.  I actually enjoyed the look of shock and surprise of those I passed.  I had never realized how much of an exhibitionist I was.  My embarrassment seemed to have left completely, replaced by pure sexual energy.
	I felt my climax slowly building.  As I pulled into the dorm parking lot it filled my body.  Just a gentle shuddering.  Calm and relaxing.
	I sighed deeply and rolled off my bike.
	I went upstairs, got my books, and then strolled to class.  Word had gotten out about the class.  Everyone still looked, but the shock was gone.  I was surprised at the reactions I was receiving.  Some people just ignored me.  Others stared in open curiosity, simply not able to comprehend how someone could willingly walk in public completely nude.  Pure lust shone in the eyes of some.  That excited me.  
	Disgust and shame shone in the eyes of others, their faces contorted with what I can only describe as hatred.  I realized that these individuals had already judged me and found me guilty of - it didn't matter what.  For them I was evil.	Fortunately I didn't feel that from many.
	I saw Jonathon across the commons from me and waved.  He was relaxing at a table in the sun, totally nude.  He, too, seemed to have gotten used to being naked.  He'd better.  He had to stay that way all semester.  I headed towards him and saw Janet coming from the opposite direction.
	Janet's project was to record the reactions of society to her extremely revealing wardrobe.  That sounds so scientific.  Basically, she had to wear really revealing clothes all semester and write about her experiences.
	Today she wore a bandana for a top (like on Survivor).  It was folded into a triangle hanging down over her breasts.  Whenever she bent over or moved you could see her tits.  She wore a slightly larger bandana around her waist, tied on one side.  It hid absolutely nothing.  
	The three of us met at Jonathon's table.  We were quite a site.  A nude man and a nude woman next to a may as well be nude woman.  
	I heard a click and turned to see a kid taking pictures.  I started to get upset, then realized it was inevitable and relaxed.
	We stood there and talked for a few minutes before class was to start.  It was nice to talk to some people who had gone through similar trials.
	As we talked I realized I really needed to pee.  I told the two about that part of my dare and asked them to watch.  Janet then reminded me that since they were in the class they were disqualified. 
	With that she turned and yelled as loud as she could, "Hey everybody!  Lisa needs to pee.  Come watch!!"
	I was horrified as everyone within hearing distance turned to see.
	"Just trying to help," Janet grinned.  "That was my dare!"
	I wasn't sure what to do, but I did need to pee.  And I did have my audience. 
	I squatted right where I was and tried to relax.  That's hard to do when you're the center of attention.
	After 10 seconds that felt like hours I finally felt myself release.  A hard stream of urine flowed out of me.  I looked up just as the kid with the camera knelt in front of me and took my picture.  Since there was nothing I could do I just squatted there, holding the balls in my pussy as a pool of pee grew behind me.
	After such a busy morning the rest of the day was rather uneventful.  I remained nude all day.  I kept the BenWa balls inside me.  Quite honestly, by the end of the day they had stopped being erotic at all.  Instead they became quite uncomfortable.  As the excitement began to wear off my pussy began to get dry.  I was sore for several days afterwards.
	Of course, I had to go to gymnastics.  That was actually pretty fun.  I found that there is a sense of freedom exercising in the nude.  I loved it.  And I loved the attention I received from Coach Perrin and some of the others.  There's no way I could compete in the nude (the judges would hold it against me), but I wonder if I could arrange to practice nude all the time?
	I slid the balls out of my pussy just before crawling into bed, still nude.  I had been nude in public since Monday morning.  Tomorrow after class I would be able to dress again.
	I wonder what my dares will be tomorrow?

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