Naked at College 03 Pt. 02

Well, the good news was that there was only one more class to survive. It would soon be over. All outstanding charges against her would be dropped and she would have her expose.

Henry was spent, quite literally so. He seriously doubted that he could get another erection, nor was he sure that he even really wanted to, a thought that should be anathema to him. But, he sorely doubted that he could experience anything better than he had just had with Andrea.

He felt an impulse to reach out to take hold of Andrea's hand. Shouldn't a boy and girl do that after they just had sex? Of course, they weren't really dating, or anything like that. Well, maybe it was a date. At the moment it sure felt like that to him. He glanced over at Andrea, who seemed so deep in thought that she was probably hardly aware of his presence. His eyes momentarily fixed on her breasts. They swayed and bounced so wonderfully as she walked. He wished that they would allow someone to film this. It would make such a great website posting, better than many of the videos he would himself purchase online.

"Well, hello Andrea." It was Jamie Lynn, from the Delta Nu sorority. Delta Nu was a notorious sorority, the members of which appeared to live only to please men, their major goal in life apparently to simply marry a rich and powerful man (see "Five steps to Delta Nu" or "Delta Nu takes a field trip"). Andrea found them so annoying, if not disturbing, and it was their house that she, and her feminist sisters, had trashed in protest.

"Hello, Jamie," Andrea replied, stopping in her tracks, a wave of apprehension sweeping through her.

"I must say, I find your outfit really quite lovely, Andrea. You've never looked better, although it is a bit revealing, don't you think?"

Andrea was tempted to point out that Jamie's outfit was actually rather revealing as well, as she was wearing a tight pink tank top that appeared to be a good size too small for her full round breasts. It was fortunate for Jamie that the fabric was unlikely to rip, as it looked like it wanted to just burst open. And, if that wasn't enough, Jamie clearly wasn't wearing a brassiere, as her bubbies jiggled with every little movement and her nips were poking through the thin fabric like a couple of bullets.

"I'm participating in The Program, Jamie," Andrea replied, as if there could possibly be some other explanation for being entirely nude on campus.

"Oh, yes, yes, that's right. I forgot. Today's Monday. Well, you really are showing a lot of school spirit, Andrea, and a whole lot more, I must say." A few of the girls, and guys, beginning to gather around, giggled at that.

"Jamie, please, if there isn't anything more, we have to get to our next class."

"Andrea," Hank, the security guard, warned her. The participants always had to respond to students' requests and comments with a pleasant and receptive demeanor.

"Well, there is just one thing," Jamie asked, "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind giving me a little pose."

Andrea wasn't allowed to mind, and it took a considerable amount of tolerance and patience for her to reply, with a smile on her face, "Yes, of course, Jamie, I would be happy to. How would you like me to pose?"

"Well, I think..." she replied, pausing for effect. "I think it would be nice if you squatted down, just like if you were going to pee on the sidewalk."

Murmuring, giggling, and whispering could be heard within the crowd around them.

Andrea sighed, but squatted down, her boobs jiggling as she did so, her knees though tightly shut. Boys behind her smiled broadly as her butt crack opened up, although they really couldn't see much, with her butt pointing down. It was not a terribly revealing pose, although it was a rather embarrassing one. Few of the guys had ever seen a girl pee before, and fewer had the nerve to actually ask a girlfriend to let him watch her do it. They felt like it would come across as being a bit perverted, but shouldn't couples share everything together?

"Andrea, no, no. You wouldn't pee with your knees together, would you? Spread open your thighs so that you won't get any of it on you."

Andrea looked with some concern at Jamie.

Jamie laughed. "I'm not going to have you actually do it, silly. I just want you to look like you're going to do it."

Andrea did as she was instructed, hopping a bit in her squatting position to get her feet spread apart yet maintain her balance.

This did now open up quite a view for the guys and girls standing in front of her, as her pussy lips naturally opened up as well, although a number of the guys were disappointed to hear that Andrea wouldn't actually have to pee.

But, Jamie wasn't going to let her off that easy. Once Andrea dutifully posed, she added, "Okay, now, Henry, you lie down and slip your head under her, so that you'll get a real good close look."

Andrea's jaw dropped. Now that was just disgusting! She looked over at Hank who just shrugged his shoulders. It was a perfectly legal pose.

Henry carefully got down onto the sidewalk, on his back, and began to inch his way to his designated position.

Andrea though grew impatient, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible and, keeping in the squatted position, she worked her way over so that her cunt was positioned right over Henry's face.

Henry smiled. Jamie Lynn was right. This was a cool position. He could see every little detail of Andrea's cunt, which still appeared a bit swollen and moist.

"Wouldn't it be funny," Jamie suggested, "to have you pee now?"

Hank though interceded. "No, no, young lady, we won't allow anything like that."

Andrea though realized that the position was problematic with respect to a similar concern, the fact that a good deal of Henry's cum was lodged up inside. She had been worried that it might leak out and run down her leg as she made her way to the next class. Posing like this would most definitely encourage such an accident.

A drop indeed slipped out and splatted right on Henry's nose.

Jamie's eyes widened with shock. "What is that?! What the heck are you doing, Andrea?"

"Oh no," Andrea softly gasped. She felt she had little choice but to break the pose. Perhaps that would stop the dripping. But, she knew if she did so it would be a violation of The Program's rules. She would have to remain in this position for some time, as Henry's cum continued to drip out of her cunt.

Of course, it was perhaps just as bad for Henry, who had to receive his own cum on his face.

But, Henry was also a gentleman. He sensed Andrea's embarrassment over having such a thing be seen, and he acted quickly. He reached up, grasped Andrea by the hips, and pulled her down forcefully onto his face so that her cunt was smashed against his lips. He immediately took to licking and sucking hard to clean her up as much as possible.

"Henry!" Andrea gasped, but did not resist. Why would she? He was saving her from mortified humiliation. Plus, well, it also felt awfully, awfully good.

"Henry," Hank warned, "No contact is allowed." He added in his most placid, disinterested tone, "Please cease and desist." The fact was, Hank knew precisely what Henry was doing, and more importantly why. He recognized it as an honorable gesture, and one for which he had considerable respect. No young man who so leaps into the breach to protect the reputation of a fair maiden should be restrained, let alone punished.

"Oh my gosh! Oh my!" Andrea continued to gasp and exclaim as Henry continued to slurp, suck, and swill at her leaking cunt.

The crowd was dumbfounded, including Jamie Lynn. It's not that she hadn't ever seen a guy do that before, or had it done to her, but it's not too often that one sees it done right on the Abberville Commons. Was this legal?

A number of the girls found it rather awkward to watch, if not downright offensive. Some of them looked away, others stared horrified, still others stifled grins of amusement.

None of the guys looked away. Cocks were stiffening in their pants. Some of the guys had never done such a thing themselves, although most would be quite happy to do so. A few of the guys found it a bit disgusting. Girls can be rather stinky down there, can't they? However, even these guys would not be adverse to sitting on a girl's face, as they didn't consider themselves to be particularly stinky. Plus, it would just feel so, so good to sit on a girl's face.

Henry didn't mind at all. He was in fact fully enjoying it. He was at first a bit put off by sucking out his own cum, but the fact of the matter was that he had squirted onto his own face a number of times, and when he sucked himself off he would invariably take his cum in his mouth. There were times, of course, that soon after he came he felt a bit ashamed, and perverse, and once the orgasm passed the taste in his mouth would at times be aversive. How strange that was, for as he approached his orgasm he would anticipate the moment of him cumming into his mouth with considerable joyful anticipation, and during the climax he would be ecstatic about it, but once the climax passed, it no longer seemed such a good idea.

This time it was mixed with Andrea's own feminine nectar. And, perhaps most importantly of all, it was clear that he was getting her excited. There is little that is more pleasing to a guy than to know that he can make a girl cum this way. And, it was icing on the cake that the girl was a well-known, staunch feminist. As far as he was concerned, this was pretty good advertising for his masculine prowess.

Andrea was indeed responding well, evident in part by the not so subtle squirming and grinding of her hips. Her breasts were rising and falling. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused. She was not entirely sure how she felt about this. Was this still feminist guerilla theater? She grasped her breasts in her hands and squeezed them, pinching and pulling on her nipples with her fingers and thumb.

"Okay, I think that's enough," Hank finally suggested. "We do need to get to your next class."

"Wait, wait," Andrea gasped, reaching out to grasp hold of Hank's arm, not only to encourage him to head her plea, but to also help keep her balance. "Just a bit longer." She felt that was all that she really needed. No guy had ever done this for her before. Guys can be so fucking selfish and self-centered, or at least the ones she had dated. One guy started to do it, but then complained about how she tasted. She had been so fucking embarrassed, and afterward so angry. Now she fully knew what she had been missing.

It just felt so, so good. Henry's lips and tongue were just so sleek and slippery, sometimes soft and sometimes firm, going in all sorts of different directions, and it was just so intimate, and downright obscene.

Henry shifted his focus to Andrea's clit, his nose deeply buried within her crevice, his tongue and lips grinding against her stiff little nub.

"Oh yes, Henry," she gasped. "That's it, that's right, right there, so good, so good." She whimpered and squealed as well as any boy's fantasy could hope for. "Soooooo fucking good," and then her orgasm swept her away. She squeezed hard on Hank's arm, feeling lightheaded and unsteady, her body trembling and twitching as the waves of her climax shuddered throughout her body. Her legs were trembling, her knees were weak, and she fell harder onto and against Henry's mouth, close to smothering him with her shivering, convulsing cunt.

When she was clearly done Hank helped her off Henry's face. Her legs were still a bit unsteady but they did have to get on to their next and final class.

The crowd around them was strangely silent. It was a show that they had not expected. Even Jamie Lynn was speechless.

As they departed Hank handed Henry a napkin. He really needed it.

WOMEN'S STUDIES 579: WOMEN IN THE MEDIA

Henry understandably had mixed feelings about the final class, Women's Studies 579: Women in the Media, taught by Ms. Bunch. On the one hand he was looking forward to it, as it would be full of girls. Not too many guys took classes from the Women's Studies Program, and certainly not from Ms. Bunch.

Ms. Bunch was one of the more prominent members of the Abberville faculty. She was quite outspoken (to say the least). She was a strong, strident advocate of women's rights, and for all the right reasons. She had been instrumental in the hiring of new female faculty and equally, if not more importantly, the hiring and promotion of women within administration. Prior to Ms. Bunch's arrival there were few women within administrative positions at Abberville.

The history of women within colleges is really quite embarrassing for what is purportedly the bastion of forward thinking. For example, Harvard was founded in 1636 and literally for hundreds of years women could not actually enroll. It wasn't until 1879 that one could say that a woman would even be allowed to obtain a "Harvard education" and that was at Radcliffe, the "Women's annex" of Harvard. And even then it wasn't clear that the administration was fully supportive of their diplomas, as the spirit of Radcliffe in those early years was for a "republican motherhood" (i.e., better educated women make for better wives of businessmen). It wasn't until the second world war that women were actually allowed to take courses at Harvard proper.

Regrettably, though, Ms. Bunch had been a rather vocal critic of implementing The Program at Abberville. She couldn't help but be concerned that it might just further portray women as being of value primarily, if not solely, for their physical beauty. She appreciated that both genders were being represented, but she couldn't help but feel that it would be much different for the girl than for the guy.

Andrea was fully aware of Ms. Bunch's attitudes concerning The Program, and it troubled her greatly. She had considerable respect for the professor. Ms. Bunch had published quite a few very well regarded scholarly articles on the role of women within society, a number of them within "Women Unite!," and Andrea could only hope to someday achieve half of Ms. Bunch's scientific record. She hoped, of course, that her expose of The Program would be her first step in that regard.

So, Andrea was understandably ambivalent as she approached her class, Women in the Media. Nor did it help that she felt so spent, having masturbated for President Rayburn, been fucked from behind by Henry, and taken to orgasm once again while sitting on Henry's face. Somehow she felt that Ms. Bunch wouldn't understand, nor perhaps did she. She wasn't at all sure how she felt about The Program at this point.

Ms. Bunch was of course highly ambivalent having the participants in her class. She only agreed at the strident behest of Dean Worell, as well as by the fact that the female participant was no less than the activist Andrea Ashbee. Andrea's exploits were well known to Ms. Bunch and she did feel that she should not require the young lady to stand alone on this most difficult day. She was not about to join her, stripping off her own clothes to truly stand beside her. But, she could at least lend her support within her class.

Ms. Bunch greeted Andrea and Henry graciously when they arrived, although hardly acknowledging the presence of the young naked male and blanching at the sight of the nude Andrea, her moist breasts glistening in the light of the class. "Yes, well, um, it's good to have the two of you attending my class. Andrea, yes, it's really very nice to, um, meet you."

Andrea provided Ms. Bunch a heartfelt handshake, using both of her hands, her luscious milk jugs jiggling as she vigorously shook Ms. Bunch's hand. "Oh yes, Ms. Bunch, same here, and I'm really honored to be attending your class."

"Yes, well, I am happy you could find the time. Women must support their sisters if we are to obtain our fair share."

Henry didn't appreciate the overtly social-political remark. It was difficult enough to be standing there as Ms. Bunch connected with Andrea through their mutual sisterhood. He felt inconsequential, dismissed, a feeling all the worse by the fact that he was entirely naked. Not too many young men are going to feel particularly comfortable standing naked in front of a strong, feminist professor. He could feel his penis shriveling before her.

It was a reaction that did not go unnoticed by Ms. Bunch. She felt she had this effect on quite a few men, but typically it was more figurative than literal. She smiled at her power, and Henry's diminutive shrivel.

She continued her conversation with Andrea. "We will have to talk some time about your experience in this new, um, 'experiment,'" using two fingers of each hand to draw air quotation marks to express her sarcasm. "But, of course, before we get started today I must offer you, young man," turning her attention to Henry, "the opportunity to masturbate your, um..." She looked down at the limp peanut and smiled, "penis."

A number of the girls in the class giggled. Henry glanced at them, suddenly realizing that he was all alone. He had been looking forward to there being a room full of girls, but now that he was there and he was in fact the only guy, amongst a crowd of probably man-hating feminists, he wasn't so sure that he was going to enjoy this. He suddenly felt like a little boy caught naked in front of his older sister and all her friends. Somehow he felt that these girls were not about to be impressed by his erection, nor was he sure he could even get one.

Ms. Bunch could see the shriveling of his self-confidence, along with his penis. Before he could answer she turned to Andrea. "And, of course, the woman should be given as much consideration as the boy. Would you like some relief, Andrea?"

That silenced the girls. It was a rather shocking proposal by their professor, to say the least. But such provocations were not uncommon for Ms. Bunch. A few of the girls squirmed within their seats, wondering how they would react to seeing a girl masturbate in front of them. A few of the other girls squirmed as well, but with appreciative smiles on their faces.

Andrea also smiled, but not because she wanted relief. It was just such a respectful and righteous offer by Ms. Bunch. She felt so reassured, her guerrilla theater masturbation in front of the administration so nicely affirmed. "No thank you, Ms. Bunch," she replied and added proudly, "I obtained my relief during the luncheon, with President Rayburn and the other members of the Board of Trustees."

"Oh." That wasn't quite the response Ms. Bunch had been expecting. She didn't know how to react to the image of Andrea masturbating for the Board of Trustees. Well, perhaps it wasn't what she was thinking. "Yes, well, excellent then. Well, yes, let's get on with the class then."

Henry noted that she had not waited for an answer from him. Well, that would be in his report. Maybe she would get into trouble.

Ms. Bunch turned to her class, many of whom were still rather nonplused at the thought of Andrea masturbating for President Rayburn. "Well, students," Ms. Bunch addressed, "with the presence of our two naked Program participants, I felt it was only natural that today we address gender within visual media devoted to displaying naked bodies: pornographic video and film. I want to begin with a slide presentation, inspired by WAP [Women Against Pornography] of the 1970's concerning masculine myths of sexuality."

She switched on the PowerPoint projector, dimmed the lights, and clicked on the first slide, a picture of Christy Canyon appearing on the screen, from Passages. She was leaning back against a wall, looking sideways to the camera, holding some textbooks in her hands, a ripe red apple sitting atop them, an alluring smile on her red, shiny lips, her pretty eyes wantonly glistening to the camera, to the viewer, her letter jacket spread open enough to see very voluptuous cleavage bursting out from a lacy black brassiere.