"WHAT? You mean I'm going to be one of the naked students??!? I can't do that!" I shouted at Michelle. "I'm afraid you have no choice. The selection was random, and you get to be the lucky guy!" she said with a wink "But... but... you can just choose someone else. I CAN'T do this."
"The Board decided that the only way to make this program work would be to make participation mandatory for whoever was selected. If we kept going through students until we found willing volunteers, the only participants would be exhibitionists. While such tendencies are to be lauded, we wanted participation to be open to those who don't have a natural proclivity towards exposing themselves. So, off with the clothes, come on now."
"And if I don't participate?" "You will be expelled. When you signed your acceptance, you agreed to abide by all mandatory school regulations and functions. This is a mandatory function. You either will go naked, or go home. I understand you're here on full scholarship. Do you want to give that up?" Michelle asked. She seemed to be genuinely understanding in her tone.
"No, but you're asking me to go NAKED for the entire SEMESTER. At a school in which I know NOBODY." I. Was. Not. Going. To. Do. This. No way, no how. They would have to find someone else. "This is a tremendous opportunity. You have been given the chance to open your world up to all kinds of sexual exploration. You will be glad you were chosen. Trust me." "You don't understand," I pleaded. "I'm not sexy. I'm not good looking. I'm a geek. I'm not the type of person who should be seen naked everywhere I go!"
"And just what is wrong with being a geek?" Michelle asked. "You did notice my Counselor Troi cutout, didn't you? I'M a geek too. I love Trek in particular. Troi was a role-model for me. She's one of the reasons I'm studying psychology."
I was genuinely impressed to meet a girl (woman, to me) who was into Star Trek. "Yeah, but you don't have the body of a geek. I DO. You... you have a great body!" I blushed. I couldn't believe I just said that. "Thank you! That's really nice of you to say!" Michelle beamed. "Now, I'm going to let you in on a little secret:" She leaned forward and whispered to me, "You have a great body too!" "Don't fuck with me, please. This is bad enough already." Suddenly, I thought I had it figured out. "Ok, very funny. I get it. There is no 'Naked in School' program. You had me going, though."
"I'm dead serious," she replied. "You will be required to be nude from now until the end of the semester." She handed me a small booklet, with a nude man and woman on the front. It had the school seal on the back. She also gave me a letter addressed to me, on the school letterhead, "congratulating" me on my selection. It certainly looked legit. She smiled. "AND, you do have a great body. Tall and lean, with your sandy hair and blue eyes. You are a dreamboat, Todd. I wish you'd get this over with, so I can see all of you!" She beamed her knockout smile at me.
Even faced with such a horrid prospect, and scared out of my wits, I had the worst hard-on of my life. I thought the thing must be bleeding or something, I was so hard. No girl had ever complemented me on my looks. Ever.
"If it will make you feel any more comfortable, I'll get undressed myself." Before her words sank in, she stood up, and immediately pulled her tank top over her head. Her huge, full breasts were held in place by a white, frilly bra. I stared at her, transfixed. She then reached behind her back and undid the clasp. Shrugging her shoulders forward, she slid her bra slid down her arms. She held it on one hand for a moment, and dropped it to the floor. I had seen Playboys. My high school buddies even took me to the local nudie bar when I turned 18. But I had never seen breasts as wonderful as these. Full, round and pendulous, with dark brown, silver-dollar- sized areolas, and nipples that stood up and out, despite it being about 85 degrees in the room.
Michelle then kicked off her sandals and slid her shorts down her legs. She had on a pair of panties to match the bra. After a brief pause, in which she smiled and gazed into my eyes, she slid these down her legs as well. Still sitting on the couch, I was eye-to-eye with her beautiful, thick, brown bush. Within that hairy mound were two thick, red lips that opened slightly, like a flower, revealing her inner "petals." I wanted to run my fingers along that beautiful slit. I wanted to touch and taste it. More than anything, yes yes yes! I admitted to myself, I wanted to fuck this gorgeous creature that stood before me, revealing everything to me. I never truly knew sexual desire until this moment. I wanted her, in the most primal, animal sense. But I knew I couldn't have her. It was almost unbearable. Her skin was an even light brown, without a single tan line.
"See, it wasn't difficult at all for me. Now it's your turn." She was standing there, totally nude, inviting me to get undressed. Smiling. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. This was new territory. "I guess I kinda... owe it to you, since I got to see you," I admitted. I took off my socks and shoes, setting them neatly by the side of the couch. I stood up, and needed to steady myself, as the blood ran from my head, leaving me temporarily blind, and my stomach was doing flip- flops inside of me. I pulled my shirt over my head. Then I stood there. Silent. Wearing only my shorts and underpants. Gathering up my courage, I unzipped my shorts and pushed them down my legs. My briefs were ridiculously tented. I thought I looked like a moron. "My gawd! What do you have in there, a banana?"
If it had been possible to get any more excited at that point, I did. My head was swimming in a sea of desire. I couldn't see strait, think strait, or talk at all. I knew what was to come next, but was still too frightened to do it. "Here, let me help you with that," Michelle said. She put her hands on my hips and slid my briefs down. The momentary friction of my underwear against my cock head was all I needed to set me off. I shuddered and convulsed, and started shooting hot white jet after jet. All over Michelle's floor. Her chair. Her desk. The far wall. And all over Michelle herself. I had to catch my balance on the arm of the couch, as I was suddenly very weak in the knees.
As my world came back into focus, I immediately covered myself with my hands and turned away from her. "I... I'm SO sorry. I didn't mean to, I mean, if want to kick me out now, go ahead, or if you want me to clean things up, that's no problem. I'm sorry." Michelle put her hand on my shoulder and gently turned me around. To my surprise, she had a huge grin on her face. The bottom of her tits, her belly, and her legs had gobs of my spunk on them. "It's OK, you don't have to be sorry. In fact, I think I should thank you." "THANK me?" I couldn't believe this. "I just ... you know ... did it all over you. And your stuff!" "Yes, and it was SO sexy. A real turn-on, in fact." Michelle pinched the wad of my semen underneath her breasts and smeared it up to her left nipple, rubbing it in in small circles. My jaw dropped to the floor. "What, you didn't know it was a turn for a girl to see a guy get off like that?" she asked.
"I... I guess I never thought about that." I was still ashamed. Ashamed of my nudity, despite the fact that Michelle was just a naked as I was. Ashamed that I shot my wad so easily, and made a mess of her room. Yet my cock was already springing back to life. I tried to hide it with the booklet. Michelle grabbed a towel, and casually wiped my jizz off of her. "I think you have a lot to learn about human sexuality. But don't feel bad. You're like most people these days. There's still so much sexual repression in our society, which is one thing we're trying to combat with the Program. "Oh, and, getting back to your body: all I can say is, WOW. There can't be a single bit of fat on you. Your arms, your chest, your abs! You have definition all over you. Any girl would be thrilled to get together with a guy like you."...
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