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Naked In School

Chapter 3:

Sally's roommate LaKeisha opened the unlocked door to their room to find
Sally and me napping together on the bottom bunk, naked and spent.

"Nah-ah.  I am NOT seeing this.  I'm not seeing this!" said LaKeisha,
 annoyed but not shocked.  She turned her back to us.  "'I don't have
much experience with boys.  I'm a shy girl.  I'm not into partying or
drinking,'" she said in a high-pitched, mocking voice.  "Whatever.  You
know, it's your life, and I knew I'd have to put up with this crap when
I went to college, but you could have at least represented yourself accurately
in your email, so I'd know what to expect."

"I'm sorry, please, let me explain..." Sally said, shifting her body behind
mine.

LaKeisha turned around to face us.  The mere fact that she could see
me gave my limp cock a little twitch.  "So is this your boyfriend?  Some
random guy?  Can I expect to see this every night or is this just a weekend
fling?"  LaKeisha had long, coarse, curly black hair down to the middle
of her back, tied back in a ponytail.  Her skin was about a medium brown
for a Black person, and she had a large mouth with brilliant, straight,
 white teeth.  She looked to be about 5-foot-6, with a slim frame, and
wore a pair of overalls over a white t-shirt underneath, and sandals
on her feet.  Her finger and toenails were painted bright pink.  And
she wore a pair of rather large but stylish spectacles.  She was geek-
chic.

"First of all, Todd here..." suddenly Sally remembered her manners, "by
the way, this is Todd.  Todd, this is LaKeisha."

"Um, hi," I said, waving, but not offering a handshake.  I didn't think
she'd be crazy about shaking my hand if she knew where it had been just
a bit earlier.

"Hi.  Nice to meet you!" said LaKeisha, her voice dripping with sarcasm
as she stood there, arms akimbo.  "By all means, make yourself at home!"

"Todd has to go to school naked," Sally said.

"Oh, I'm sure he does.  I'm sure he also has a disease that requires
nightly blowjobs to keep him alive, or he's about to ship out to Korea
and wanted one last night to remember, or he's on the Freshmen Welcoming
Committee, or he's going to call you in the morning.  I've heard a lot
of bullshit lines in my life, but 'I have to go to school naked' is a
new one.  I give him two points for originality."

"It's true," I said.  "It's a new university program.  I can show you
the Program handbook, or my selection letter." I hoped she wouldn't ask
me to, since I was currently locked out of my room.

"Ok, let's say, just for the sake of argument, you got selected for some
bizarre program that included forced nudity."  LaKeisha rolled her eyes.
 "It's still YOUR choice to participate."

"If I don't do this, I'll be expelled," I explained.

"Then get expelled!  You've still got your free will, and there are other
colleges in the western world."  She had a point.

"I can't.  You don't understand.  I've got a full scholarship here. 
At a top-notch school.  I don't know if I'd get a deal like this anywhere
else.  Out-of-state tuition, room, and board is $10,000 a semester. 
I can't turn that down."  I think I was trying to convince myself more
than I was trying to convince her.  The idea of withdrawing had crossed
my mind about 500 times so far this afternoon.  "I can't go home to my
parents a failure, and spend another three months in Shitville, USA while
I try to get into another school."

"I think, deep down, you WANT to go naked.  I think you enjoy being a
nude perv, running around with your willie hanging out all over the place."

"You don't understand!  You have no idea what it's like to be in this
position, OK?  So just fuck off!"  I had become incensed at her attitude.
 Something about her just made me want to throw something.  

I turned to Sally.  "I'll see you later."  Then I stomped out of the
room and down the hall, not really sure where I was going to go.  As
I was storming off, I could hear LaKeisha say to Sally, "So, we know
why he's naked.  Are you in this 'program' too?  And why are your panties
hanging from my flat screen..."

As I made my way down the wing, I saw Matt, Chad, my roommate Howard,
 and several other guys and girls gathered in front of Matt and Chad's
room.  Thankfully, Howard had unlocked our door, as I could see it was
open slightly.

"Hey, it's Naked Dude!" Matt said.  Probably he meant it as a friendly
nickname, but it only made me feel more outraged.  I was the "Naked Dude."
 Not "Todd Jensen" or even "That geek on 5th floor."  My identity was
now "the guy who goes nude."  I said nothing.

"Howard told us about you program," said Chad.  "How you have to go..."

SLAM.

I kicked my door closed, and locked myself in.  Just as I sat myself
down on my bunk to feel sorry for myself, there was a knock on the door.
 I sat on my bed and refused to get up.

"Todd, I'm sorry."  It was Matt.  "I know this is hard to do and all,
 but it's not like it's your fault."

I was silent.

"We think it's really cool how you're handling this, and we wanna know
if you'll come to the party with us."

Ah, yes.  The party.  My chance to drink for the first time in my life.
 My chance to get laid for the first time in my life.  Fat fucking chance
of that now.  Exactly what opening line would I say to a girl?  "Hi I'm
Todd.  (boing)  We're very happy to meet you."

I could have gotten laid earlier that evening.  I had the perfect chance.
 I'd have lost my virginity, and it wouldn't have been so big a deal
anymore.  But I chickened out.  And since Sally and I had agreed to only
be friends, it's not like I would get another chance with her.  "Friends"
don't sleep with each other.

"I think I'll sit this one out," I said.  "I'll be in a much more partying
mood later on.  In February."

"Alright, it's cool," Matt said.  "Later."

And with that, I was left alone.  Alone in my dorm room on my first night
away at college.  A night I had looked forward to for years.  I sat at
my computer and checked my email.  Got a note from my folks wishing me
luck, and letting me know I could call them anytime I wanted to.  I had
half a mind to call them and tell them take me home.  Well, to tell them
to bring a change of clothes and then take me home.  Or maybe get them
to sue the school for making me go through with this.

No.  I wasn't going to be that person.  A person who runs to Mom and
Dad every time life throws him something difficult.  A person who runs
away from life's challenges.  I remember hearing somewhere that 18 years
old is the age when a man becomes the person he'll be for the rest of
his life.

Still, there was the question of what to do that night.  It was only
about 9:30, and I didn't feel like going to sleep.  I thought about surfing
for porn, but after coming three times that day, I wasn't all that interested.
 Besides, I'd had about enough nudity one person could take.  There was
also that rule about no jacking off in private, but I couldn't see how
they could enforce that.

I decided to spend the night reading.  What I dork I was, reading on
a Friday night, before classes even started.  I grabbed the Asimov paperback
I was midway through off of my bookshelf.  As I lay on my bed, reading,
 it occurred to me how comfortable I was.  It was a hot, steamy night,
 and I would have been sweating like a hog.  Instead, I felt fairly dry
and cool.  I got through a few chapters when there was a knock on the
door.  Not even realizing I was in my birthday suit, I got up and opened
the door.  It was Michelle.

"Hey, Todd.  I'm just stopping by to check up on you.  I heard about
how you were able to walk out in public, get dinner and all.  And with
a girl.  I wanted to tell you that you're doing great.  It's a hard thing,
 the first few days of nudity."  She was wearing her tank top and shorts,
 and it was obvious she didn't have a bra on.

"You would know?" I said.

"Mind if I sit down?" she asked.  Michelle sat down on my desk chair,
 and I pulled up Howard's chair and had a seat.  "Four years ago, when
I was an undergrad, I enrolled in an experimental class on human sexuality.
 I knew I wanted to study Psych, and the idea of learning more about
sex, and the psychology of sex, appealed to me.  Back in high school,
 my ex-boyfriend and I did a lot of fooling around.  We dabbled in bondage,
 light S&M, sex in public, that kind of thing."

I started to blush (all over), and my dick started to grow a bit, but
she just continued.  "Very mild, really, though at the time I thought
I was kinky.  The sex was great, and I thought I knew a lot.  It wasn't
until Human Sexuality 101 that I learned how little I knew, and how repressed
I really was.  It opened me to whole new world.  Now, I don't expect
you to become a sexual virtuoso in the space of three months, but you
do have an opportunity to expand your horizons."

"Right now, to tell you the truth, I just want to get through the semester
in one piece.  To get this nightmare over with so I can get on with my
life," I told her.

"I understand," she said.  "One of my first assignments was to go nude
for a week.  I thought I was going to die.  It took help from my friends
to drag me out of my room the first couple of days.  I had drooling guys
following me everywhere, wanting to feel me.  Or worse!  But by the end
of the week..." Michelle hugged herself, took a deep breath, and let out
an audible moan.  I could see her nipples harden underneath her top,
as if her tits were two balloons, and someone was inflating them with
a little bit more air.  "Ooooh, the things I got to experience!"

My cock was now at full attention.  I didn't think to hide it.  I didn't
really think of anything.  My mouth just hung open.

"Anyway," she continued, "I know it's hard now," she grinned a bit, realizing
her inadvertent pun, "but you'll really come to like this.  I promise."
 I had grabbed my pillow to cover my raging hard-on.  "Hey!  No hiding.
 You read the rules, didn't you?"  She took the pillow away.  I didn't
fight her.

Something occurred to me.  "So, is it just co-incidence that my R.A.
happens to be Psych grad and an expert on Human Sexuality?" I asked.

Michelle smiled.  "I can tell why you got that scholarship.  No, it's
not a co-incidence.  Before the term began, the department contacted
all the grad students specializing in sexuality.  They told us about
the Program, and asked for two volunteers to serve as R.A. in the dorms
where the participants would live.  I happily volunteered.  My job, besides
my R.A. duties, is to help you along through the semester, answer any
questions you have, observe your progress and the reactions of those
around you..." she paused and took a deep breath, "and make sure that you
follow the program rules.  I'm afraid we can't be very lenient here.
 Once we start letting the participants get away with breaking a few
rules, they'll start breaking more.  And pretty soon aims and goals of
the Program are lost."

"So, you're going to be keeping your eyes on me," I said.

"Afraid so.  I'm going to have to walk into your room now and then, just
to make sure you're not 'taking matters into your own hands,' so to speak.
 I need to make sure you're seeking out others for your sexual needs."

The thought of all of this was getting me really horny.  Three orgasms
in one day, but I was suddenly randy as hell.  Somehow I had been "re-
charged" in a short period of time.  I had a thought.  An impulse.  Something
I never would have considered doing before today.  I put hand on Michelle's
thigh and ran it slowly up to her shorts.

"I could really use some help with my sexual needs right now," I said.
 "And you look like you need a bit of 'help' yourself."

For a moment, Michelle said nothing, and gazed at me, with a very interesting
look in her eyes.  "No.  No, no... you see, I, um..." she shook the neckline
of her tank top, in an effort to cool herself off.  "I'm not permitted
to, ah, do that with the participants.  Abuse of position, and all that."
 She was slowly rubbing her thighs against one another.  She had to collect
herself, as she was breathing rather heavily.  "But it's GREAT that you're
becoming more bold.  It's so nice to see progress so early on.  You should
be proud of yourself."

Michelle got up and walked to the door.  "Now, if you don't mind, I need
to get back to my room and... and, uh, take some notes on this.  You know,
 write my observations down and all that.  I'll be sure to note the huge
progress you've made."  She started to walk back to her room, but then
turned around.  She was still breathing heavily, and seemed to be glowing.
 "One more thing, Todd, I almost forgot."

"What's that?" I asked.

"The Program is not supposed to interfere with your social or academic
life.  I know what classes you registered for last summer.  You are not
permitted to drop any of them.  I know from your interests survey you
filled out at orientation that you want to try out for a  play.  I expect
you do that."

I suddenly felt a big lump in my stomach.

"AND," she finished, "I know about party tonight.  I suggest you go.
 It will be good for your development, and do you really want to spend
Friday night alone?"

"No, I guess not," I said, not paying as much attention to her actual
words as to the fact that she was visibly shaking, had one hand on her
thigh, and another slipped under tank top.

"Great!" She said.  "Well, you go do that, and I'll... take care of my,
 uh, my things.  Paperwork.  Stuff."

Michelle hurried down the hall, quickly closing and locking the door
behind her.