Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Erica: No Experience Necessary By Drew Authors Note: Erica continues on her first freshman day at college. No classes, just orientation and mentoring. -------------------------------------------------- We'd made it to the Quad without further interruptions or pestering from Carrie and Lisa. Alicia seemed determined to be my shadow through the whole morning! Maybe she was just nervous herself. She'd be more nervous if it were her nipples poking out of this sweater like mine were. "Come on Erica, she said cheerfully, "Let's go check the jobs board, and see if there's some part-time jobs there." Job? I thought. Who's talking about a job? "I don't know about that Alicia, since I don't drive, how'll I get home after classes then a job? The train?" I thought to myself, "NO FVCKIN WAY." "Well, maybe if you get a car, you wont have to rely on me for rides huh?" she looked at me thoughtfully, "I don't mind it though Erica, really." She grinned, smiling at some inner secret only she knew of. She must be thinking of me naked in the passenger seat. I'd thought about a job and car before, but never thought I could get the money to buy a car! Much less drive one! She brightened up, "Well, Karen's got one for sale, Erica, it's a Toyota, and it runs real good, and it's cheap!" For a split second I'd had a vision of myself driving around naked, and my nipples reacted. That'd be hot! My sweater was tickling my nipples, and the angora was just SO soft, I loved it. But if anyone looked through the side of it, they'd see my hard, pointy nipples poking outwards like darts. My Levi's were low-cut, without the belt loops, I just loved the way my abdomen sloped downwards to my nearly hairless mound. The bump of my clit was nearly visible. They could see my nipples anyway, I imagined, as I was getting tickled while wearing it! They were hard, and stuck out when aroused. "Well, Erica? Lets go, we don't have to meet our Mentors `til later, so lets go and see what they have posted." And with that we headed towards now familiar Administration Building. Trundling up the steps, I noticed the jobs board posted around the corner of the entrance, so everyone passing by the building couldn't see it. Too sloppy I imagined, to be seen from the walk. Across the main entrance doors, standing in display cases were the usual trophies and flags, statuettes and ancient photos of some local sports heroes. Alicia went right away to the jobs board, dragging me along by the hand. We looked them over, and there weren't that many really. "Here we are Erica, hey, here's one, Customer Service for Cell-Phone Company," She squealed with excitement. In my mind I had a vision of me wandering around a tiny store full of people, bored senseless yet busy. I couldn't think of anything I'd rather do less. "Ugh, that sounds stupid and boring Alicia, what's the next one?" My clit was beginning to itch, the more my sweater tickled. I was sweating too. This was all going to be sales cr*p job ads, like selling stuff at the malls. "Okayyyyy, here we ARE! Physical Therapy Assistant. No experience necessary, Girls Swim Team, right here on Campus!" "Hmmm, I thought, I was taking only four classes this year, since my grades were well above average I could skip the GenEd classes, mostly. Alicia beamed at me, as if she'd just found a thousand dollars. "Oh Erica! How exciting would that be! Lisa and Carrie both will be on that team! They'd be so proud of you! Like me!" She had both my shoulders, jumping up and down with excitement! My sweater wasbeing pulled dow in the process too! "Oh yeah!! Uhm, but, I don't know anything about that sporty stuff Alicia! You're pulling my top off too!" "Oh! Sorry Erica, that's just SO cool, you could be there with the Coach!" she seemed genuinely excited, though I don't know why. Just helping out, handing out towels or something! "Oh!" I thought, naked women in the showers. This time I wouldn't be the only one naked in gym. Lisa and Carrie would be though. Lisa naked, something I thought I'd never live to see. I reasoned that if I got hired, a car might solve the ride and driving problems, rather than depending on Alicia, Lisa or Carrie for lifts. And their favorite past-time of getting me naked in public. Although the thought gave me shivers, in my crotch. "It says no experience-required dummy." She calmly explained, "Go and talk to the Coach after your Mentor cuts you loose," and letting go of my hand, pushed me back out the front entrance with both her hands. "Quick, go get something to eat and go talk to the Coach!" I was getting that hollow ball of fear in my belly, as if I had to give a speech or something. I dreaded a job interview. I was nervous about this interview. "I-I'm not hungry really, and I think I'll skip lunch Alicia." I said exhaling, with a fair amount of apprehension. "Whatever you say Erica, just be sure and talk to her, `cause I told Karen you'd want to buy the car." I guess I'd better get hired, now that Alicia's helping me get the car. I'd been assigned a Mentor, Mary, a College Prep who didn't really want to deal with me. At least she acted like that. But she did show me around the campus and field house, where hopefully I'd work at after classes. Mary and I met again at the Quad. I was standing around, pacing, and feeling out of place in my jeans and sweater. Everywhere I turned, the girls here seemed to be wearing the latest fashion, to impress their friends or pick up guys, I thought. I wondered if something was wrong with me, not dwelling on such things. I'm just a simple girl with simple tastes. Appearing from a group of those well-dressed girls, I mean really dressed up, was Mary, wearing a skirt, cropped top jacket and halter. And a nice pair of pumps too. No hoodies here and t-shirts like I like. I was a little bewildered. I also saw there were no hot guys in their little group either. A sisterhood, maybe. A fraternity. "Been waiting long Erica?" She asked as I shook my head no. "Good, let me finish showing you around, then I have a class to go to. Okay?" her eyes lingered on my clothes, staring down. Was that a grin or a sneer, I wasn't sure. "Nice sweater. Isn't it hot though?" She reached out to touch it. I reflectively twisted away, but met her hand instead, on my tit! The she pressed it. She giggled, looking at my nipples poke up and out from the soft material. Ohmygosh, she touched my tit! I don't even know her! "Oooh, you're hard! I mean, soft! Sweater! hehheh!" She just stood there smiling at me, eyebrow raised. Blushing, I stammered, "Err, I, uhm, yes, I guess it is ah..warm." "Why don't ya take it off then? Whatcha wearing under it?" she asked as she pulled a little at the collar. I bristled at her touch and backed up a little. "Uhm, well, no, it's alright," I managed to explain that. The sun had broken through the morning haze, and I wished I had my t-shirt to strip down to. But I didn't have it, that mean guard lady did. Tired of whatever game she was playing, Mary said, "Well look, Erica, I have to run right now, I'll show you around later. Meet ya back here in an hour, okay? Then we'll be heading to the Auditorium for assembly." Leaving me standing there, she turned away, yelling at two other well-dressed girls on their way to class. "Hey, hey wait up! Wait for me!" I thought I'd take this break to visit the Coach and ask about the Physical Therapy Assistant job. I wound up under the big round building, the actual gymnasium, where the swimming pool was. It was a large Olympic sized pool in one huge room, with long steel arches to support the gymnasium above us. There were two sets of double doors on either side of this huge oblong chamber. There was a deep end and a shallow end too, with a three height level diving boards facing the deep end. It was shaped like a long rectangle with plenty of deck space, surrounding it with rows and rows of narrow bleachers framing the room like a big "U," with the pool in the middle. The Coaches office was directly behind the diving platform, like a big glass box stuck in the center, glass walls giving the Coaching staff an unobstructed view of the whole pool. Behind the desks inside Coaches office, I noticed the locker room in back. The showers must be there too, I guessed. Peeking around cautiously, I was nervous. I guess because of authority figures. I always got nervous before speaking to new people, and I had butterflies in my belly and felt lightheaded. Maybe skipping brunch for this wasn't such a good idea. A woman in her mid-30's sat at the desk, wearing blue shorts, white polo, and had a whistle dangling from a lanyard around her neck. Her blonde hair was severely tied back in a ponytail, with a visor cap over it. The Coach was looking down at some paperwork laid out on her desk. I tapped lightly on the glass. She looked up, clearly annoyed. She was pretty, in an old person thirties sort of way. Wagging a finger at me to come in, I followed the glass wall around the opposite corner, where a narrow entry door was standing open. "Can I help you young lady?" She asked while getting up, her eyebrows rose after giving me the up and down once over. "Are you a student here?" She asked me with pursed lips, frowning. "Uh, yes Ma'am, I uh, I wanted to ahm, see about the the job Ma'am." I stammered. Oh god I felt like such a fool at that moment. What was it about people in authority that got me tongue-tied? "Oh yes, that. You don't look like much," she stood back a bit, appraising me. "Do you think you can handle it?" She asked, eyes narrowing. Handle it? "I..uhh, I can try Ma'am?" I stared back, "Just uhh, work out some muscle cramps on people? I think I can do that. I-I'd like to try anyway." I felt like fainting. I hated this nervous part of me. "Ohhhkay," she crossed her arms, "I'll see what we come up with. I know it said "No experience necessary but you look like a featherweight." She sat back down, shuffling her papers. Without looking at me, she said, "I have some swimmers coming in this afternoon for a work out. Why don't you come back, say, two p.m., and we'll give you a go. Thank you for stopping by, young woman." "Uhm, it's Erica Ma'am." And I'm `Coach,' nice to meet you then, be here on time please," She added dismissively. I thought of my schedule. I'd ask Mary if I could skip the stupid "Welcome to the Future" play in the Auditorium. I couldn't wait to tell Alicia and my friends! Part 2 I wandered around the Campus, checking out hiding places "just in case," Since Lisa and Carrie just HAD to choose the college Alicia and I were going to. Trying to fill in some time before heading back to the Field House, I'd wandered back to the Quad, doing some people watching. I wanted the job more than ever, after seeing how people dressed here. This certainly wasn't high school, and I was going to need some money for clothes! My parents didn't have any extra to give me, and it was all they could do to pay for my books and classes. I saw Lisa and Carrie standing around a kiosk, talking to two young women I didn't know. I tried not to be noticed by them, but that never seems to happen with Lisa's radar on. Lisa, in a voice that asked me to come over but sounded more like a command, "Erica! Come here!" I approached them slowly, looking the new girls over. They looked nice, pretty too, and dressed like everyone else around here. Very nice. American Eagle jeans, black boots and peasant top on one, the same with the brunette, but she wore a faded pencil skirt and black twill jacket. Lisa did the introductions, motioning me to come closer. "Erica, I'd like you to meet Ashley, and the Lady next to her is Christa." Carrie went right to my side, putting her arm around my waist, snuggling right up to me. I began to blush, embarrassed at her intimacy in front of strangers. The bossy b*tch continued, "Erica, Ashley and Christa are on the swim team. You'll be servicing them, as well as the Freshman Swim Team. In otherwards, my Team." "We can't wait," Lisa added, flashing the group a mischievous grin. My stomach began its descent into my abdomen. I had no idea Lisa was on a swim team. I didn't know as much about her as I thought, because I was kept busy trying to stay away from her! Lisa's had me worried and I haven't even begun my job! It was the not knowing what was going to happen, yet I knew my pussy would be drenched soon. That was making me horny! The uncertainty! Or apprehension, either way, I'd be horny. Carrie had felt me tense up at Lisa's words, and began to rub my back and neck. Her small warm hands were having the predictable response in my crotch, but I tried to hide it. "Erica, Sweetie, these are new friends of ours, now don't be rude, say hello!" She swatted me on my butt-cheeks, making an audible "smack." "Umph," I exhaled loudly! "Ah..hey!" I gasped. My ass-cheeks stayed tense, so Carrie's hand stayed on my butt, rubbing my round cheeks through the denim material. The two new girls, Ashley and Christa both giggled, looking at me, then Carrie, then Lisa. To gauge their reactions, I guess. Or waiting for Lisa to do something. Since it seemed to them 'business as usual,' here, they pretended nothing was amiss, yet kept on grinning and smiling to each other. I wondered what Lisa had told them about me, exactly. Carrie still had her hand on my butt. She knows no shame! Ass-rubbing in public! My ass at that! On Campus! Should she be rubbing my ass at all? I thought a moment, and my mind said no, but my pussy said otherwise, the dampness in my jeans had begun making a spot. "Ut oh," I thought nervously, how the hell am I gonna make that go away! I must smell now too! I looked pleadingly to Lisa, but she seemed unconcerned about anything at the moment, least of all me. She just stood there, arms crossed, her gaze was always somewhere above everyone's eyes, like she was looking for something far away. The new girls broke this awkward moment. Christa seemed embarrassed at Carries open display of affection. I was breathing a little heavier, and they could hear it. My knees were getting weak. "Erica," Ashley spoke up, "Nice to meet you Erica, I'm glad you took the job, you're so cute!" She's a bubbly girl I think, perky. I stammered, "Hum, I'm o-kay I guess. Nice to meet you," I gave her a weak smile. Carrie interrupted, "Okay? Erica, you're adorable! Don't be so modest," then stuck her fingertips inside my sweater. "My fingers are cold, I hate that." Carrie smiled wickedly now, she was up to something. I tried to reach out and shake Christa and Ashley's hands. Since they standing further away from me, I had to step in to reach their outstretched hands. Smiling at Ashley, I shook her hand, looking at her face. She smiled back in a friendly way, her eyes straying to my chest. Glancing down at what she was looking at, my right nipple was showing! I squeaked, "Oopsie!" I brought my hand over my now exposed tit. "Carrie!" I gasped again! Carrie just laughed, "See," She explained casually to the others, "she's adorable." She'd undone the two top buttons of my sweater, somehow doing it innocently. "Well well well," Lisa drawled slowly, "Erica strikes again huh? Our friends here aren't interested in your little bumps Erica." Carrie smiled, adding, "Are you girls? Ladies?" Ashley and Christa smiled nervously at each other at this turn of events. This must be a new experience for them too. Tits in public. Mine. Lisa laughed at them. No embarrassment there, I thought dryly. The b*tch. Lisa acts like this happens every day. Like watching a person getting felt up in front of new people was an everyday kind of thing. Lisa eyed them. Why is this b*tchy, bossy girl always one-upping everyone? Christa spoke up, "I just love little boobies Lisa, they're so cute, especially on a cute person like her," She added, pointing at me and giggling like a schoolgirl, which she is! She was so caught up in the moment, she said quickly, "Uhhh! From an art majors' point of view! Of course." She glanced at her friend Ashley, giggling more! If their hands hadn't been hiding their grins I'd have felt better about them. Christa, the art girl said to Lisa, "It looks awfully uncomfortable on her Lisa. Look at her face, she's beet red, like she has a temperature." "Carrie," Lisa commanded, "Do the honors?" "Oh no Lisa, lets let our new friend here do it. She's the one who's concerned for our little Erica's welfare." Ashley reasoned with Carrie, "Well, I just don't want her to faint or something, she has a busy `rest of the day' today. Especially following us after the meet." Ashley came to face me, Carrie now backing away from my butt she'd been massaging. Christa seemed more than happy to help me out, of my sweater, that is. Thye stood side by side, studying me, my reaction. I figured I may as well go with it, there's too many to cut and run. Plus I was surrounded! "Here Sweetheart, you can wear this ugly sweater wrapped around your neck, and the sleeves will hide your cute little ahh.. boobies," Christa said, facing me. And with that, she stepped in, unbuttoning the sweaters' last four buttons on my sweater, slowly. Just her feather-light touch to my belly was sending light waves of pleasure through my lower abdomen. My mound was swelling, opening my pussy-lips and adding pressure to it. My nipples were erect and alert, the wet spot growing. Damn these jeans, what was I thinking? Carrie held her breath, looking at me, eyes looking shiny. My clit was aware I was about to be topless again, here on Campus! It was as erect as it could be, trying to poke out in these damned tight jeans. Maybe that's why I always wear engineer jeans or bibs, plenty of room for `emergencies.' In front of everyone, I was getting stripped! This important place seemed very wrong to topless in. She undid the last button, then, using both hands to slowly open both sides of the sweater, she pulled it gently off my shoulders, letting it fall to my waist where it stayed, resting on the curvature of my rounded butt. Her eyes went directly to my nipples, and stayed there, fixed on them. I was topless. "Oh my, oh my, lovely, just lovely," she murmured, looking me over, up and down. "Her nipples are so long! Ashley, come see!" I was blushing profusely. I'd been sweating in the heavy garment, and there was a breeze blowing gently over my erect nipples, making electric current to my now engorged clit. Ashley wasted no time, "Lemme see! Lemme see!" Great, I was going to have a tit exam in public too. Ashley leaned in close, her warm breath on my nipples, "OOOooo yes, odd, her breasts are small, but her nipples are so long, and rounded! I bet they're really sensitive to touch huh Erica?" She tweaked one between her forefinger and thumb. I jumped "Ah! Hey! That tickles!" Looking around anxiously like a caged cat, I looked for an escape from this little group of curious women. Seeing none, I backed up, into Carrie. "Here Sweetie, let me help you get this old hot thing completely off, then we'll knot it under your neck!" she said, smiling wide. Like that was the solution to world poverty or something. At least a knot with sleeves for cover is better than naked on top. Our group decided to walk away from the Quad, towards the Field House. Somehow we'd not drawn attention to ourselves, me in particular. The women chatted away amiably as if nothing was wrong, but the two new girls, Christa and Ashley, seemed fascinated by my nudity, albeit topless. I thought it'd be a good idea not to flash everyone we passed, and there weren't that many people heading there. The sweater sleeves did a crappy job of hiding my tits, but I said nothing, else Lisa might decide to do more, and I'd be in worse shape for my job interview as I was now.