Girls Wear Swimsuits, Boys Go Nude

Not wanting to stay out in the cold with a throbbing erection any longer, he remembered a trick one of the senior students had told him about when he was new. The west entrance of the rec center had a weak lock, so if he yanked the door to the right before pulling, the door would snap open even when locked. Nick hurried around the building and gave the west door handle a good hard jerk, and sure enough, the door popped right open. Nick slipped inside the building with no campus faculty the wiser.

Once he'd gotten inside, his erection gradually subsided, but there was little for him to do besides wait in the hallway until someone arrived to unlock the pool room. He took a seat on one of the couches in the foyer, where he had a spectacular view through the building's front windows. The massive glass panels stretched from ceiling to floor, allowing him to see most of the University campus from where he sat. Large brass statues stood upon the granite windowsills where they could easily be seen from the outside as well as inside the foyer.

Nick admired the expertly crafted statues, which depicted several types of animals, including a deer, a cheetah, a horse, and a man in a cowboy hat standing among them. As he examined the statues' design, he didn't notice who had just walked though the rec center entrance and was approaching him at that very moment.

"Nick?" Monica said in surprise.

He nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Monica!" he said. "Hi. How are you?"

"Good!" she smiled. "I see you got here early. I'm unlocking the pool room now. You can go in the locker room and get undressed now if you want."

The words had barely escaped her lips before he'd sprouted another erection. He didn't think she could see it, but he adjusted his jacket to cover his crotch anyway.

"Sure," he said.

He followed her to the pool room, and noted that she was wearing a very tight skirt today, with stylish nylon stockings. He hesitated for just a second, trying to decide how best to phrase the right compliment.

"You look nice today," he said. He braced himself for her reaction.

"Thank you," she said. She leaned towards him and whispered, "got a job interview right after class. Fingers crossed!"

"Yeah. Good luck!"

Nick said nothing else, but silently congratulated himself for having a successful interaction with an attractive woman.

As she unlocked the pool room doors, a thought crept into his head; a terrible thought, but it came to him all the same. He thought about reaching out and slapping her across her ass.

He couldn't help but think it; her bottom looked so firm in her tight skirt. But his father had taught him to respect women, so Nick kept his hand at bay. But he looked at her butt as she unlocked the doors, and as soon as she'd opened them, he went straight to the locker room.

Having the entire locker room to himself, he took the time to make another attempt at a last-minute orgasm. He sat in one of the toilet stalls and vigorously stroked his penis, but after several minutes of fruitless efforts, another student entered the locker room. Nick sighed, and abandoned his efforts and headed into the shower.

He was still semi-hard when it was time for him to step out of the locker room. His penis twitched with desire the instant he caught a glimpse of the girls waiting in line at the pool's edge. Nick took his place between Ashley and Lisa and tried to conceal his raging erection with his hands- with little success.

"Any luck?" Ashley whispered to him.

"Not yet," Nick whispered back.

"Keep taking the pills. I'm sure they'll work eventually."

Nick prayed she was right, because at that moment, Monica emerged from her office, and to his shock, instead of wearing the standard blue swimsuit, Monica was wearing a plain black bikini.

"Hi guys, let me just apologize for my swimwear," the instructor said. "I accidentally ripped my suit pulling it out of the dryer! It's going to take a few days for them to get me a new one, so I had to grab a bathing suit I had from home. Please bear with me."

"You could have just borrowed mine, I'm not using it!" Caleb said, grinning.

"Thanks for the offer, Mr. Russell, but I'll pass," the instructor said with a roll of her eyes.

While the class erupted in laughter, Nick felt his penis throb harder than ever. As soon as Monica's gaze passed him, she immediately averted her eyes away from his groin area. Nick felt himself die inside; his teacher's body turned him on, and she knew it.

Her breasts filled the triangle-shaped cups of her bikini top so fully, and the fabric of the bikini bottoms hugged the curve of her ass delectably. Her midsection, normally covered by a one-piece swimsuit, was left exposed by design for no reason other than simply to tease him. She was nearly naked, not quite, but nearly. He, on the other hand, was fully naked, and they would both remain that way for every class for the rest of the semester.

But he wanted her to be naked, he wanted it more than anything. He wanted nothing more at that moment than for her to untie her bikini top and remove it, and slide her bottoms to the wet floor of the pool room and teach the class naked. He wanted it, and his penis wanted it, and that was why it was standing tall and reaching desperately towards her from between his legs.

It was tall and hard, and it wanted to be inside Monica and nowhere else, and agony overtook him because he knew it would never be. He studied every inch of her body and wanted all of it, and knew he would have exactly none of it.

And when she turned to face him, and he saw the thin strip of fabric of her bikini bottoms covering the one hole he wanted to be inside more than anything, it was as if it were mocking him. It was as if it were saying "no, Nick. What's behind this thin strip of fabric will never be yours. Not for you. Never."

Nick gulped and took a cold swallow of reality as Monica looked at him and walked on by. There was nothing he could do but accept that fact.

His naked body shivered in the cool air of the pool room as Monica began her lecture. She would likely talk for another ten minutes before releasing the students into the pool, and he could do nothing until then but stand still and be naked between two swimsuit-clad girls.

Girls, he thought to himself. That was the clincher. There had to be girls present. He had to walk out of the locker room every class with nothing on but his birthday suit, while the girls would come out decked out in swimsuits and smirks on their faces, revealing their smug satisfaction that they didn't have to be naked in class.

He could hear their giggles even at that moment, quiet whispers about something or another. It might not have concerned him at all, yet he knew the girls wouldn't think it was so cute if they were nude and the boys were clothed. Nick scowled and tried to tune out the whispers he could hear from down the line.

Until he heard his name.

He couldn't ignore it then. He had to hear what these girls were saying.

"Can you pass this to Nick?" someone asked.

"Can you pass this to Nick?" another voice, closer said.

"Pass this to Nick," a third voice said.

Finally, Lisa nudged him in the side, and tucked a folded note into his hand.

"Nick," she whispered. "This is for you."

Nick looked at Monica, who stood near the far end of the line where she couldn't see him. Quickly, he unfolded the note and read it.

"Nick-

Meet me under the bleachers after class. Before you get dressed!

-Kristina"

The note was from Kristina O'Neil. One of the sexiest girls in the class. And she wanted to meet him under the bleachers after class. She even drew a heart after her name.

Nick felt his heart spike and his erection pulse harder than ever. As much as he wanted Monica to be the one he met under the bleachers after class, Kristina would be a fine companion as well.

"What's it say, Nick?" Ashley asked.

He showed her the note.

She smiled.

"See? I told you you could find a girl," she assured him.

As Monica walked past the line of students in Nick's direction, he dropped the note to the floor and covered it with his foot. Yet another problem with being nude in class- nowhere to hide anything. When Monica instructed the students into the pool, Nick quickly tossed the note into a nearby trash can before joining his fellow students in the water.

Kristina winked at him several times during the lesson, and he found his excitement for what lay in wait for him after class growing.

When Monica dismissed the students to the locker rooms at the end of class, Nick waited in the pool, out of sight for a few extra minutes. After he saw most of his classmates disappear into their respective locker rooms, he climbed out of the pool and headed straight for the bleachers.

"Hey Nick!"

He froze, and spun around. Marissa Lafferty stood in front of him, smiling.

"Marissa!" he said, not knowing what to say next.

"Hey. I wanted to ask you something," she said, sweetly.

"Uh, what?" he turned to look at the bleachers from the corner of his eye.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go see a movie with me this afternoon."

"Umm," he began edging backwards and making another side-glace at the bleachers. "Maybe another time?"

"Sure! When?" she asked.

"Um, I don't know. Whenever." He waited for her to leave so he could meet his "date" but Marissa didn't budge.

"How about tomorrow? Seven o'clock?"

"I- I have to work then," he said.

"Well, what time would be better?"

Nick found he could barely think straight. Any other time he'd be overjoyed to be asked to a movie by a beautiful girl like Marissa, but Kristina was under the bleachers waiting for him, and he suspected that Marissa knew that and was messing with him.

"Wednesday," he said. "Wednesday evening. Any time."

"Sure!" Marissa said. "What's your number?"

Exasperated, Nick told her his number. She thanked him and finally walked away. Relieved to finally be free, he hurried towards the bleachers and crept underneath them.

It was dark and dusty underneath the metal stands, but Nick caught sight of something that grabbed his attention. A blue swimsuit dangled from one of the support beams. Nick crouched down to avoid hitting his head and scuffled towards it.

The suit was wet, and looked to have been recently worn. But he couldn't see Kristina anywhere. He peered between each of the support beams to see if she was hiding, but he didn't see a sign of her.

"Hello?" he called out quietly, not wanting to be heard by anyone outside the bleacher area.

When no one showed, Nick concluded he'd been the victim of a cruel prank. He sighed and leaned against the wall. He couldn't go to the locker room yet. The guys in there would want to know what kept him, and possibly humiliate him if they happened to know what Kristina's note said.

Nick waited where he was, until he spotted his male classmates emptying out of the locker room. When they appeared to have all left, he made a dash for it so he could shower and dress in private.

He went to his locker only to find it open. The padlock had been opened, and was simply hanging from the hasp. Nick peered inside the locker and found it was empty. His towel, his gym bag, everything, gone.

"Shit," he said aloud, and heard giggling.

He peered around the locker room, but saw nothing but rows of empty steel lockers.

"Is someone there?" he called out.

He heard muffled giggling, and the scuffling of feet. Nick hurried in the direction of the noises, and saw Marissa and Kristina cowering in the corner of the alcove nearest the door. Marissa held his gym bag, Kristina had his towel, and the moment they saw him, they bolted for the exit, laughing as they ran.

"Hey!" Nick shouted, but the girls ran from the locker room and out the pool room exit. Nick sprinted after them, but was reluctant to leave the pool room without clothing. He stopped at the doors and tried to formulate another plan of action.

He checked Monica's office; she usually stuck around after class, but today her office door was locked and she had left already. He cursed and searched the room for something to cover himself. He came up with nothing; no towels- or anything else- to be found anywhere.

"Fuck!" he screamed, and his voice echoed throughout the empty pool room.

He stomped past the pool, splashing his feet in the puddles as he passed. He felt his blood boil at how easily he'd been tricked.

He rechecked the locker rooms for anything that could possibly function as clothing, and his search ended with him deciding that he had no recourse but to leave the pool room dressed as he was. He didn't know what Marissa and Kristina planned to do with his clothing, but he had to hope they hadn't gone far.

Tentatively, he opened the pool room doors and stepped out. To his good fortune, the hallway appeared to be empty. Quietly, he tiptoed out and crept down the hallway, praying few if any people would see him before he could find out what Marissa and Kristina had done with his clothes.

They'd certainly had fun with them. To Nick's shock, his classmates had taken the liberty of decorating the statues in the rec center foyer with Nick's stolen wardrobe. The cowboy statue sported Nick's shirt. The horse, standing up on its hind legs had Nick's pants pulled up its front legs. The cheetah had Nick's underwear in its mouth, and the deer had his shoes hanging from his antlers.

A small crowd had gathered to giggle at the display. Nick cursed loudly as he climbed up upon the granite windowsills to snatch up his clothing from where it had been displayed.

The foyer erupted in laughter as Nick grabbed his shirt, pants, underwear, and shoes from the statues. He tried to ignore them, only to realize that they were not the only audience present. Several students outside the building were approaching the south entrance, all of whom were treated to the sight of a naked man standing in the windowsill pulling a pair of pants from a horse statue.

Nick's face glowed red and he quickly jumped down from the windowsill and put on his clothes. He noticed his gym bag lying on the floor, so once he was fully dressed he grabbed it and fled from the building.

He fumed with every step he took from the rec center to his car. He was grateful he hadn't crossed paths with anyone along the way, fearful he might lash out at the unfortunate stranger and do something he might regret. When he finally arrived at his vehicle, he threw his gym bag into the passenger seat and grabbed his phone to make a call.

"Albert Hosdale's office," Teresa's voice greeted him.

"Is my dad there?" Nick demanded.

"He's on a call right now. Can I take a message?" she asked.

"Yeah. Tell him I'm quitting school."

Nick hung up the phone before she could reply. He grabbed his keys and put them in the ignition. He turned the key and- nothing. The car wouldn't start.

"FUCK!" Nick screamed.

He buried his face in his hands. This was one of those days. One of those days when nothing, absolutely nothing, could go right. He stared contemplatively out the windshield, wondering how long it would be before one of the students off in the distance would approach his vehicle to laugh at him.

Before he could contemplate his next move, his phone rang. He answered.

"Nick? What's going on?" his father asked.

"It's bullshit, dad. This whole school is bullshit."

"What's bullshit? What happened?"

"It's bullshit what girls can get away with in this school. I quit. I'm done with this place."

"Nick. Hold up a second," Albert said. "What are you going to do without college?"

Nick thought for a moment. He hadn't planned anything in his mind.

"I don't know. Just keep working at Moonlight. I don't care. I'm done with this place. They can't treat guys this way."

"Nick, Nick, take a minute to breathe, okay?" his father urged.

"I am," Nick said, fuming.

"Listen, why don't you take a day off school? You can spend a day at my office instead," Albert suggested.

Nick shook his head.

"Dad, spending a day at your office is not going to make me want to stay at this school."

"Trust me on this, Nick," Albert said. "It might broaden your perspective a bit. Tell you what, you come to my office next Monday, spend a day watching what I do, and if you still want to quit school after that, we'll talk about it then. Will you do that much?"

Nick thought for a moment.

"Next Monday?" he asked.

"Yes. Monday the seventh. That would be the best day for you to be here."

"Okay, fine," Nick said.

"All right. Don't tell your mother though, okay?"

"Okay, fine," he said.

He hung up the phone, and then realized he'd forgotten to mention he needed a lift. Cursing again, he decided to try the ignition one more time before calling his dad back.

The car started.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Nick put his Impala into drive and sped out of the parking lot.

* * * * *

Nick took the bus into town the following Monday. It would save him the trouble of having to pay for parking, and reduced the risk of his car breaking down before his next paycheck enabled him to finally replace his alternator.

As he stared out the window at the busy streets, he remembered he'd forgotten to take his medication that morning. He reached into his coat pocket and fished out the Tristerol, and swallowed two tablets. He still had no luck achieving an orgasm, despite the drug making him more prone to arousal than he'd been in his life.

He got off the bus on Main Street, where he only had a short walk to the Williams Building. He stared up at the tall gray building and wondered what in there could possibly convince him to remain a student at LaPorte.

Despite his reservations, Nick walked through the main entrance, where a security guard buzzed him inside. He went straight to the elevators and summoned a ride. He didn't have to wait long being as it was mid-morning, so when the doors opened, he stepped inside the small metal compartment and pressed the button for the fifth floor

As he felt himself ascend, he felt blood rushing to his groin, and it felt quite pleasant. He stopped to think about how much his medication was affecting him.

He'd forgotten to take it the previous Thursday morning, which was why he began carrying it with him. But he'd grabbed it this morning anyway because-

Nick's thoughts came to a halt.

He hadn't forgotten. He HAD remembered to take his pills this morning. And he'd just taken a second dose on the bus. Which meant he now had a double dose of a drug that made him highly prone to arousal.

Nick sighed, and wondered how the day would go trapped in his father's office while under the influence of a drug that would make him hornier than a teenager in an adult video store. He took solace in knowing that it was unlikely there would be much in his father's office to set him off. As long as he wasn't triggered by anything arousing, he would likely avoid any awkward erections.

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Nick stepped off and arrived at the entrance to his father's company: J.T. Levinson. Nick made his way to the main hallway and stopped dead in his tracks.

A secretary he recognized from one of his previous visits to this office was walking towards him. Her name was Lori Peterson, if he remembered correctly. Nick felt a thick layer of sweat form on his back, and blood rush to his penis at the very sight of her.

Lori Peterson was completely naked.

She walked casually towards him, smiled, and greeted him.

"Hi Nick! Are you here to see your dad?"

"I'm... yes, I'm here... to see my dad," he stammered.

"I think he's in his office. You can head on over," she said sweetly.

Lori smiled again and walked into her office. Nick stared at her naked ass as she took a seat at her desk and began working on her computer. Her boss was in there too; he was fully clothed, but sat talking on the phone with no regard to to the fact that his secretary was wearing absolutely nothing but her high heels.