Naked in College
Chapter 4:

Michelle's visit had served to get me out of my funk.  Here was this
23-year-old sex kitten, very obviously getting hot and bothered just
looking at me.  I never knew I could have such an effect on a woman.
 And then there was Sally.  For the first time in my life, I got to kiss,
 I mean, really kiss, a girl.  To strip her naked and bring her to what
must have been the orgasm of a century.  Since getting pissed off at
her roommate and storming off, I had been so busy feeling sorry for myself
I hadn't stopped to think about what a mind-blowing, incredible experience
that was.  Total ecstasy.  And how nice it was to curl up with her afterwards,
 naked body next to naked body, both of us feeling fulfilled, really
close to one another, safe and secure.

It was the best thing that had ever happened to me.  And I had run out
of her room without even giving her a goodbye kiss.  Just a "see you
later."  I mean, sure, we were only friends, but she deserved a better
goodbye than that.

"Shit.  What an ass I've been," I said out loud.

But I wasn't going to dwell on that.  I could make it up to her later.
 At the moment, I was naked, and I was horny, and I was sick of feeling
bad.  Michelle said I needed to go to the party, right?  And I had to
get used to this public nudity thing sooner or later, didn't I?  I had
already been out, and it was dark anyway.  Going out in the dark didn't
seem so bad.  It was even something I had fantasized about back home
when I was younger.  We lived in the country, and the nearest neighbors
were half a mile away.  A few times, late at night, I tried to gather
up the nerve to run around outside naked.  I could never quite bring
myself to do it, but the idea always got my heart racing.  Now I had
the chance to.  Not only was it legal; it was required!

I got my socks and shoes on, and grabbed my keys from my dresser.  "I
guess all I'm really going to need is my room key," I said, and I slipped
it off of the keyring.  It would be a lot easier to carry one key around
anyway.  Then I headed for the door.

For the longest time, I stood there at the door, contemplating what I
was about to do.  I felt light-headed and sick to my stomach, but my
cock was standing straight out in front of me.  I think hormones won
out over nerves, and I opened up the door, stepped out into the hallway,
 and locked the door behind me.

It was about 11:00 pm, but the wing was deserted.  I realized I had no
idea where this party was, but I knew one possible way to find out. 
I walked down to Matt and Chad's room.  They had a whiteboard on their
door.  In the corner, written in very small letters:

"427 College Ct. #22"

Well, now I knew where to go.  I just had to find College Court.  I was
new to the town, but I knew where most of the off-campus apartments were:
off of University Drive, west of campus.  At least, I was pretty sure.
 There might be other students neighborhoods, but that seemed like a
good place to start.

There was nothing else to do but begin my naked journey.  I slipped my
key into one of my shoes, and we ready to go.  It was a spooky feeling
to have so little to my person.  No wallet, no keychain, nothing.  Just
me.  Me and my shoes.  I walked down the hall to the stairs.  For some
reason I just didn't want to deal with the possibility of riding the
elevator with someone else on it.  Talk about awkward silence!  Ok, so
it wasn't all that awkward with Sally, but I already knew her before
we got in.

It was a lot easier this time, being out and about.  There were so few
people around.  I skipped down the five flights of stairs.  The stairwell
was solid concrete, and it was fairly cool.  I liked the feeling of the
air as it rushed around me.  I got to the lobby, and was about to step
out into the world, when the guy working the front desk spotted me.

"Hey, it's the Naked Guy!  I didn't really believe it until now.  You
going out?"

"Yeah," I said, nervously.  "I'm gonna give it a shot.  Wish me luck!"

"Ok.  Hope you bring a naked chick back with you," he said, grinning.

"Believe me, I'll try," I said.  And with that, I left Wagner Hall.

What a total rush!  I felt the warm air all around me, and could hear
the sounds of traffic and distant party and bar noise.  It was as if
all my senses had been amplified.  I was more aware of the world in this
state.  My heart was pounding in my chest, and my cock stood proudly
out in front of me, completely stiff.

Off I went.  The first two blocks I didn't see anyone, and no cars passed
me, but I hadn't gotten to a main drag yet.  When I got to University,
 the first pair of headlights I saw made me instinctively duck for cover.
 I scurried around the corner of the Chem building.  I felt this intense
fear, so bad I could taste it in my mouth.  Bitter and metallic.  

"Come on," I told myself.  "Pull yourself together.  You can do this."

I emerged from behind the corner, determined not to duck out of the way
when cars came by.  I started walking down University, which is a pretty
major road in town.  A pair of headlights was coming straight at me.
 I kept walking as I was, trying to ignore them.

HONK. HONK.

I couldn't tell if that was an appreciative honk or an angry honk.  Since
all I could see were headlights, I had no idea what the reaction of the
passengers was.  Another car came by from the other direction, and the
driver rolled down the window.  There were two 20-something women inside.

"Hey, hot stuff!  Strut that body!  Wooooooo!"  Then they sped away.

I made it down about eight blocks.  Some cars honked, some flashed their
brights at me, some shouted at me, and others did nothing at all.  None
of them stopped, or made any attempt to get me to hide myself.  Then
a police car pulled beside me.  I nearly threw up.

"Hi sir, are you one of the 'naked students,' or just out for a stroll?"
the officer asked me.

"One of the naked students," was about all I could say.

"Ok.  Nudity is legal now, but we want to make sure people are safe.
 You be careful, now.  You might consider taking a buddy along with you
next time you're out at night.  Only a suggestion.  Have a good evening,
 sir."  And he drove off.

"That was painless," I thought.  After that, I started to feel much more
comfortable walking the streets.

I got to the neighborhood I was looking for, but after walking around
for about 15 minutes, I couldn't find College Court.  There was a convenience
store on the corner.  I decided to ask them.

"You cannot come in here like that!  What are you doing?" the Pakistani
man behind the counter asked.  "You are a disgrace.  Allah will smite
you for being seen like that, you shameful person!  Leave my store at
once!"

"Look, I just want to know, where's College Court?"

"It is off of Oak, five blocks from here.  Now go!"  At least he was
helpful.

I finally found it.  It was little more than a driveway, leading into
a courtyard surrounded by several apartment buildings.  I found 427.
 I could hear the subwoofer pulsing in the apartment above.  I rang #22.

No one responded, but about two minutes later, some guy came stumbling
down the stairs, clutching a Coors Light bottle by the neck.  He opened
the front door.

"HEY!  It's the naked dude they were telling us about," he slurred. 
"Come on IN!  I'm Doug, and this is my place."  We walked back up the
stairs.  Well, I walked.  He stumbled.  "Don't ah..."  He thought for a
moment.  "Don't worry about a cover or nothin', cause, like ah... we already
took in enough, also I think we might be dry."

Doug opened the door for me, and his apartment was full of kids from
wall to wall, each clutching a large red plastic cup, some dancing, some
just shouting above the din, and a few making out against a wall or on
a couch.  It had to be at least 100 degrees in there, and many of the
guys had their shirts off, and girls were stripped down to their bras,
 to stay cool.  From the waist up, I wasn't really all that out of place.
 Someone spotted me.

"Todd's here!  And he's NEKKID!!!"  Matt said.  A few other people looked
and saw me, but most paid no attention.  Or maybe they couldn't hear
above the noise.  Still, several kids pushed their way through the crowd
to shake my hand.  Chad was there, along with my roommate Howard, and
the blonde who had complemented my "package" earlier that day.  She had
stripped down to her bra and shorts.

"I'm Karen," the blonde introduced herself.  "I figured you had a good
reason to be wandering the halls nude, but I had no idea it was a school
program."  Karen looked like an 18-year-old Heather Locklear.  She had
intense blue eyes and high cheekbones.  Her hair was in a ponytail, but
several locks had fallen out, and were framing her face.  She ran her
hand up and down my arm.  "I'm glad you made it.  I was hoping to see
more of you."  She gave me the most wicked smile.

My cock bobbed and twitched.

"I do think it's a little bit unfair for you to be the only naked person,
 though," she said, with mock-indignation.  "Let me help you feel less
out-of-place."  Karen slipped out of her bra, tossing it over the crowd
into the nearest bedroom.  Her breasts were small, each less than a handful,
 topped with bright-pink, swollen nipples.  She had tan lines indicating
she spent a lot of time in some very revealing swimwear.  They only served
to accentuate and draw attention to her nakedness.

A few people noticed the impromptu striptease, and gave whistles and
shouts of approval.

Karen undid the button on her shorts, and zipped down the fly.  It lay
open, revealing the fact that she wore no underwear.  And the fact that
she was shaved.  She looked straight into my eyes and said "I think I
might need a hand getting these off.  Think you could help me?"  She
placed my hands on her thin, thin waist, and ran them down to the waistline
of her shorts.  Her hips were wide, but only in comparison with her waist.
 It actually took some effort to slide her shorts down over them.  In
the process, I ended up kneeling, and was treated to a perfect view of
her hairless pussy, right in front of my face.

I was very, very glad for my previous activities that day, as I might
have come right there in front of her otherwise.

She stepped out of her shorts, tossing those over the crowd as well.
 A few more people had noticed her undressing, and were hooting, hollering,
 and whistling.  Then Karen handed me a plastic cup, and pressing her
5 foot, 9 inch naked body into mine, said, "Why don't you go get a drink,
 Todd, and meet me," she pointed over to another bedroom, "in there."
 She walked casually through the crowd, not at all seeming to mind that
about a dozen drunk guys were groping and grabbing her all over.

I pushed my way into the kitchen, where I found the keg.  Beer!  Finally!
 After all that time in high school, not getting invited to any drinking
parties, finally I'd get to have my first taste.  I held my cup under
the tap, and pushed down the handle.  Nothing.  I saw the "pump" thing
on the top, pumped it a few times, and tried again.  A stream of white
foam started to fill the cup.  After about a minute, the cup was mostly
full.

Of foam.

And not particularly good-tasting foam either.  There was a little bit
of liquid sloshing around underneath, but I found it impossible to get
to.

Fuck the beer.  I mean really, FUCK the beer.  There was a naked chick
in the other room, waiting for me.  I made my way over to the bedroom,
 getting a few "Dude, pull your pants up," and "hey, watch where you're
poking that thing!" comments in the process.

"Close the door," Karen said, sitting on a bed, still naked, with her
long, shapely legs crossed.  I shut the door.  It somewhat muffled the
sounds in the rest of the apartment, making it possible to hear one another
comfortably.  She patted a spot next to her on the bed.  "Have a seat,
" she said.

I know I was with a girl earlier that day.  I even ate her out.  I had
been walking naked all over town.  But I was still nervous as hell. 
Did she want to just make out with me?  Did she want to fuck me?  Or
was she just setting me up to look like an idiot in front of everyone?
 All these thoughts were racing through my mind, while at the same time,
 I was so aroused I could hardly think.

Karen ran a hand up and down my thigh, then with her other hand, she
turned my face towards her and planted her lips on mine.  As we kissed,
 she moved over to sit on my lap, wrapping her legs around mine.  She
was incredibly light for 5-foot-9, and I found it very easy to support
her.  I ran my hands up and down back as we continued our kiss.  She
started probing her tongue into my mouth.  This was different from my
kiss with Sally.  Karen was almost violating me, probing me, lustfully
attacking me.  She slid her hands down my back to grab my ass as she
scooted in closer to me.  We were now pressed together, with my cock
sliding between my body and hers.  I thought I would lose control, but
I found I never came close to the "danger zone," despite all of the rubbing.

She then swung her legs back onto the bed, put her arms around my neck,
 and pulled me down on top of her on the bed.  My dick pressed into her
flat stomach as we continued to kiss.  I was now probing her mouth just
as frantically as she was probing mine.  I slid my hands over her breasts,
 and started playing with them just as I had played with Sally's.  She
wrapped her hands more tightly around me and probed me deeper in response.

After a few minutes of this, Karen pushed herself off of me, lying on
her side.  She grabbed my cock, stroking it with her hand.  At the same
time, she fingered her bald beaver, throwing her head back and moaning
as she did.

"I am so, soooo ready.  Take me, you beautiful fuck machine.  I have
to have you inside of me!"

This is where I started to panic slightly.  I knew how it was done, technically,
 but I had never actually done the deed.  I wasn't quite sure how to
position myself.  Karen lay on her back and spread her legs apart.  I
got on top of her, and tried to sort of "poke" my way in.  I kept banging
up against something, and I couldn't really figure out how to slip inside
of her.

Karen started to smile.  "You're not a virgin, are you?"

"No, of course not.  Me?  No, I'm not a virgin!"

"Yes you are," she said, with a big grin.  I felt my entire ego (but
not my boner) deflate.  I felt like less than nothing.  Naked and exposed
to this obviously experienced girl who would now proceed to ridicule
me.  She looked me in the eye and said, "Aren't you?"

"Yes, it's true," I said, balancing myself above her, supporting myself
with my arms.  I was so ashamed.

"Well," she said, "I've always considered devirginizing a man to be a
sacred rite.  Why don't you lie on your back and make yourself comfortable."

Did she just say "devirginizing?"  Maybe she wasn't going to ridicule
me after all.  Karen got up and I lay on my back, with my rigid cock
pointing up towards my face.  She knelt down with her knees around my
thighs, and then leaned forward to kiss me.  She worked her way down
my torso, taking some time to kiss and suck each nipple (ok, I can see
why girls like this...), then sat back up.  It was a great view, with her
towering over me, her disheveled blond hair spilling over her shoulders,
 her rock hard nipples pointing straight out, and her shaved slit, spread
open and ready.

Then she lifted up her crotch and grabbed my penis.  Very carefully,
she guided me into her wet, waiting womanhood.  It felt tight for a moment,
 but then I slid right in.  It was slippery and warm, and without question
the greatest thing I had ever felt in my life.  I had closed my eyes
to savor the sensation.  Then I opened them to see Karen above me, a
look of pure lustful bliss on her face.

"Oh, Todd, you fill me up so good!"

We stayed like that for about a minute; then Karen started rocking herself
slowly up and down my shaft.  This was even better.  THIS was the greatest
thing I had ever felt in my life.  I reached up to grab her tits.  She
lowered herself down towards me.   Both of us started rocking back and
forth, my cock almost leaving her pussy and then plunging back in with
each stroke.

"Oh my god, I'm fucking.  I'm fucking I'm fucking I'm fucking I'm fucking!"
was all I could think.  It was the most unbelievable experience.  We
started fucking harder and harder, faster and faster, until Karen was
violently bouncing up and down on me.  I could feel her moisture collecting
on me - my pubic hair was just soaked in her juice.  We were both also
getting covered in sweat, and as she pulled me close, her tits started
rubbing against my chest.

"What the FUCK?!" Karen shouted between breaths.  "You're a fucking virgin!
 You should NOT... be... taking... this... long.  OOooooooahhhhhh!"  Her words
just sort of melted into incoherent moans.

Just then the door opened.  "Hey, Doug, you mind if I... holy SHIT!"  Some
guy stood in the doorway, transfixed, as he watched the two of us going
at it like rabbits.  Karen let go of me and sat straight up, still bouncing
up and down on me.  She dug her nails into my chest as we both continued
pumping.  More people were now standing in the doorway, watching.  I
didn't realize it at the time, but I was digging my own claws into her
legs.  I was way beyond reason or rational thought.  I was a sex machine,
 and fuck was the entirety of my existence.  I felt something odd at
the tip of my cock, every time she would come slamming down on me.  It
was like I was hitting a wall, but squeezing slightly past it.  I realized
later it was her cervix, but all I knew at the time was that it was massaging
my head with each stroke.

Half the party was gathered watching us now, with a lot of folks in the
bedroom itself, cheering us on.  One guy, I sort of half-noticed out
of the corner of my eye, had taken out his own dick and was beating it
right there in the room.  A few people took out digital cameras and started
snapping pictures.  None of this bothered Karen at all, who was happily
bouncing away.  I was way too far along to care myself.  My parents,
my kindergarten teacher, and the local priest could have been there watching,
 for all I cared.

Then Karen got really violent.  "Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, ohhhhh, mmmmmmmm,"
she was fucking me faster than ever now, letting out more sounds that
grew in loudness.  I was swimming in a sea of sexual ecstasy, and she
was climbing some erotic pyramid above me.  "Fuck, fuck OOOHHHHH!  Oh
Yes Fuck!  OH YES FUCK!  FUCK!!!" She started shouting.  Finally, she
grabbed me and pulled me close to her, and I shoved my cock as far as
it would go.  She let out a scream, and I could actually feel her spasming
in my arms.  Her vagina gripped my manhood like a vice, and then started
actually massaging it.

I felt my body shaking.  My toes curled.  Tingles went down my spine,
 into my legs, and back up.  Every muscle in my body tensed.  A wave
of pleasure washed over my brain, wiping out all thought.  THEN I came.
 I was spurting so fast, it felt like my balls were vibrating.  Then
the spurts slowed to long, steady gushes, right up into her womb.  It
felt like I came for five, ten minutes, even though I knew it couldn't
possibly have been that long.

Finally, both of our climaxes subsided, and we collapsed onto the bed.
 My world went black.

********************

Some time later - maybe five minutes, maybe half an hour - I awoke. 
Karen was sitting on the edge of the bed, still naked, chatting with
some guy.  A puddle was slowly forming on the sheets between her legs.
 There were only a few people in the room now.  I recognized Matt and
Doug from earlier.

"Hey, Todd's up!" Matt said.  "That was awesome.  One of the best fuck
shows I have ever seen."  The other people in the room saw me, and they
were all smiling and laughing, and a few gave me pats on the back.

Karen turned around to see me.  "Todd, you are one monster of a lay,"
she said.  "I'd keep you for myself, but I think that would be a crime
against womankind."  She went back to chatting with the other guy.

It was strange, sharing something that I always thought would be so personal
and intimate, and having it become a show for a group.  And then not
even getting to spend time alone together.  I always thought there would
be cuddling and "pillow talk," but the girl I had just lost my virginity
to was practically ignoring me.  I wasn't sure what I thought of that.

After our sex show most of the party had cleared out.  Later on I learned
that Chad had drunk way more than he could handle, and Howard had walked
him home.  The only people left were Doug, Matt, Doug's roommate Mike,
 and Paul, the guy chatting with Karen.

Mike opened the kitchen cupboard above the fridge, reached behind some
random clutter, and grabbed half-full bottle of vodka.  "I'm glad no
one got into this shit," he said.  "I could use a screwdriver.  Anyone
else want one?"

"Not me," Paul said.

"I'm good," Doug slurred.

"No thanks," said Matt.

"I'll have one," Karen said.

"Me too," I added.

Mike got three of the large red plastic cups, filled each about halfway
full of OJ, then poured a generous portion of vodka into each.  He handed
me one of the cups.  The drink tasted like OJ, but watered down, and
with what I figured must have been the taste of the alcohol.  Pretty
vile, like cough syrup.  It tasted the way rubbing alcohol smelled, which
didn't really surprise me much.

In small sips, it wasn't bad.

We all piled into the living room.  Doug and Mike cleared a lot of the
cups and debris into the kitchen, piling it up around the sink (next
to what appeared to be two weeks' worth of dishes).  We decided to watch
Spinal Tap, which I had seen back in junior high, but was much funnier
this time around.  Karen stayed naked.  She sat on the couch, and Paul
sat on the floor in front her, resting his head in her lap.  The whole
movie, Karen was massaging Paul's shoulders and playing with his hair.
 I sat on the floor on the other side of the couch, sipping my drink.

As the movie went on, the action got more and more blurry.  I kept glancing
over at Karen, looking at her nude form, and her casually playing with
Paul, and resentment started growing in my mind.  By the end of the movie,
 though, I was finishing the drink, and feeling too numb to care much.

When the movie ended, I stood up, and felt like I had just stepped off
a spinning merry-go-round.  All of my sensations had been deadened. 
My face felt kind of tingly, and I could bite down on my lips without
feeling much.  I found I could walk straight, though.  "Wow, I'm drunk,
" I said out loud.

Karen laughed, and grinned at me.  Everyone else seemed to find this
hilarious as well.  I didn't.  I felt like a jackass, having been fucked
by a girl who was now not only ignoring me, but laughing at me as well.

"I think we need to get the naked kids home," Matt said.  He gathered
up Karen's clothes and threw them to her.  She pulled on her shorts and
top, but left the bra on the floor.

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur, but I remembered stumbling
my way home with Matt and Karen.  They were talking about something,
but I found it hard to follow the conversation.  We got up to my room,
 and the door was unlocked.  Howard was up, watching reruns of Blind
Date.  He turned to see us.

"Wow, he got laid AND drunk, didn't he?"

I crashed on my bunk, and fell asleep.