I looked at my wristwatch, trying to judge how long I would have to wait
around for Alicia. She had stay and practice for one of her stuffy
musical performances at the college, and then we would have the rest of
the afternoon free. I told her that I didn't much feel like sitting
through all that at the campus Arts center, so I made my way to the
student commissary. After grabbing a quick drink, I stopped to relieve
myself, and then was feeling quite refreshed.

 

Stepping back outside the building, I found a marble bench to sit on,
leaning back on the heels of my hands. It was a lovely day out, and I
was thinking I should have brought along some sunglasses. As I turned my
head and squinted, I noticed that the campus had pretty much thinned out
since the end of the spring semester. Of course, there were still
activities going on, leaving plenty of students to watch passing by. Or
perhaps, they were watching me.

 

I lowered my head, pulling my bottom lip through my front teeth.
Blushing, I crossed my legs. Today, I had worn a cute denim skirt that
came down to the middle of my thighs. I had a white long-sleeved top on,
but it was of a light mesh material, and kept me cool. On my feet there
were a pair of leather open-toed sandals. I would have dangled the one
shoe on the edge of my bobbing foot, but the straps had buckles and did
not slip off easily. Maybe that was a good thing.

 

Instead, I leaned forward, and ran my hands along the length of my bare,
smooth legs… over my shins and calves, and then back up again. The sun
felt really nice on my skin. Something about the way I let my fingers
roam over my knee made me a little self-conscious. Like maybe I was
showing too much skin. But then, it hardly seemed anyone noticed me.

 

Over my shoulder, I heard the door to the building opened suddenly. Not
unusual, except it had been relatively quiet for the last ten minutes or
so. The sound of bustling movement startled me, and I quickly dropped
both feet to the ground and sat up straight. I turned my head to look
behind me, and observed an amusing sight.

 

A young man appeared to be navigating down the path. But his outfit was
absolutely comical. He had this oversized bright yellow jumpsuit on, and
big rubber boots. I watched him lurch first to his left, and then to his
right, as if he was unsure about which direction he was supposed to be
heading. Strapped over his head were some kind of half glasses, half
goggles with thick black rims. They were about as ugly as anything I had
ever seen. Still, I laughed.

 

Before I knew it, the oddly dressed individual was moving in my
direction. I don't know why, but I lifted my legs a little, stretching
them out fully in front of me. In spite of the bewildered rush he
appeared to be in, that caught his attention!

 

The young man paused, then turned to regard me. "Erica?"

 

At the sound of his voice, I suddenly realized who this was. Looking
closer, I recognized the face, even with those ridiculous goggles, which
were not that much more ridiculous than the glasses he had worn the
first time we met. It was Bob, the senior I had bumped into a few weeks
ago in the dormitories. I gave him a shy little wave.

 

"Erica!" the young man continued, "I almost didn't recognize you with…"

 

He stopped mid-sentence, before he could finish the embarrassing
statement. Blushing, I lowered my head. I know what Bob was going to
say. He almost didn't recognize me, with my clothes on! I could hear him
clear his throat nervously, shuffling just a few feet off to my side.

 

Finally, I looked up again with a weak smile. "So, um, is there some
kind of bio-hazard emergency on campus?"

 

Bob blinked for a moment, confused, then spread his arms out. "Oh, you
mean this get-up? I'm sorry… it must look very bizarre…"

 

"Yes, it does," I giggled.

 

Now the young man straightened himself and answered, "Well it is for a
very important procedure that I am on my way to, this very minute. It's
part of a special grant-writing project that Jake and I have been
working on. We are about to present to the science committee for
evaluation."

 

"So, you are dealing with dangerous chemicals, or something?" I asked,
somewhat intrigued.

 

Bob began to pace, and I could tell he was anxious to be on his way.
"Not exactly. We're not entirely sure what we are dealing with, so we
have to take precautions. It has to do with quantum molecular structure
on the atomic level…"

 

My eyes shifted as he trailed on about concepts I could not possibly
fathom. I guess at some point he noticed my disinterest. Bob took a few
steps down the path, then turned and motioned with his arm.

 

"Erica, would you like to come along?" he asked. "I'm headed for the
Science Center, and the graduate staff will be waiting."

 

I glanced again at my watch. Alicia would probably be another couple of
hours. And it did seem kind of prestigious, the way Bob described all
the academic big shots that were going to be evaluating his work. Since
I had nothing to better to do, I figured I would tag along. Besides, my
class schedule never involved any advanced sciences, so none of the
faculty would recognize me.

 

"All right!" I said, and jumped to my feet.

 

It would do me some good to stretch my legs with a walk around campus,
instead of just sitting on my ass. As Bob began once more heading in a
new direction, I had to hurry to keep up with him. We probably looked
very strange, next to one other. With the college senior in his nuclear
plutonium protection suit, and nineteen-year-old me in my little denim
skirt. Thinking about it, I was probably the prettiest girl Bob had ever
been seen with. And knowing that I could take people's eyes off him as
we trekked across campus, made me feel really good.

 

We reached the halls of the Science Center, and proceeded to enter the
cold white building. I recall now, that I did have a very general, basic
science course in my first term. But I hadn't been here since, and
certainly had never seen any of the higher floors.

 

Bob led me over to an elevator, which we took up four levels. It was on
this wing, he explained, that the evaluation/experiment would be taking
place. Our footsteps echoed as a moment of awkward silence passed
between us.

 

"So, um, you're going on to graduate school next year?" I asked,
twisting a lock of hair behind my ear.

 

Bob nodded his head earnestly. "Jake and I were accepted into a
top-notch national program. Now if all goes well today, we may be
awarded a fellowship in addition to that! Isn't this exciting?"

 

"Yeah…" I mumbled, and gazed around up at the walls that reached toward
the skylights, our steps sounding down the corridor.

 

In truth, I still had no idea what Bob was talking about, or what this
experiment was supposed to be. But it sure sounded like the science
professors were impressed, and some people from other state universities
would be attending. I started to feel like I was way out of place, being
among such intellectuals. And here I was, just a year out of high school!

 

Reaching the end of the corridor, we came to an intersection, and turned
a corner that led to a large metal door. Bob had to enter a security
code, for us to enter.

 

"It's nothing Top Secret," he laughed. "The school of science is just
very protective about their laboratory equipment."

 

We padded now across a carpeted foyer, which led to some sort of waiting
area. Through another door, I saw that there was a long table, and about
a dozen people seated on chairs behind it. Older men and women, these
folks had to be the most serious people I had ever seen in my life. They
were diligently taking a flurry of notes, and hardly acknowledged our
entrance.

 

The senior student looked around for a moment, but apparently there was
no other seating to be found in the small antechamber. He then motioned
to the opposite side of the room, across from the table, where there was
a glass wall. Behind this divider, I could see it was brightly lit, with
all sorts of instruments, computers and monitors, and Bob's friend,
Jake. There was also a rectangular door cut into one end of the
Plexiglas, and through this I was ushered.

 

"Jake, you remember Erica?" my companion greeted his lab partner.

 

I blushed as the other grinned beneath his beard. He was also dressed in
the same type of yellow jumpsuit and was wearing rubber boots. Because
he was a bit larger than Bob, he looked kind of like a puffed out clown.
I put a hand to my mouth to keep from giggling. This was supposed to be
a serious academic dissertation.

 

The boys found me a black laboratory stool, and I moved this over to the
corner to have a seat, out of the way. I really shouldn't think of them
as boys, although they had all the enthusiasm of a couple of youngsters
playing with a new chemistry set. Still, I had to keep in mind that
these were twenty-two or twenty-three year old young men. Looking out
through the glass at the line of stern faces behind the table, I had the
sudden thought that I was the sexiest person in the room!

 

Bob began to address the assembled professors and fellow scientists. I
saw that the counter in front of the Plexiglas had a standing
microphone, and his words would be amplified on the other side. As he
continued to launch into a well-prepared preliminary discussion, I took
note of the rest of the laboratory surroundings. Next to the counter was
a station that had some dishes and beakers and graduated cylinders. On
the other side, was a set of high-tech consoles, and Jake was dutifully
running calculations and keeping an eye on things.

 

As the presentation wore on, I wondered if I would not have been better
staying at Alicia's music performance. Or else I could have remained
back at the student center, and found something else to keep me amused.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any more boring, a loud buzzing like
an alarm sounded inside the chamber. It made me jump a little, and I put
my hands to my little ears. Well, at least this was unexpected…

 

Bob stopped in the middle of his presentation and looked around
nervously. To his side, Jake hopped on another computer and began typing
frantically. I had the sense that this was not part of their
demonstration. Looking outside the glass partition, I watched the
professors and the scientists, exchanging glances, some wearing frowns
of disapproval. Then my eyes were drawn to the work surface of the
counter in front of Bob. There were two trays hooked up to an assortment
of fine wires, and within were twin pools of undulating silver. It
looked like some kind of liquid metal.

 

"A distortion in the alloy compound!" Jake was muttering, whatever that
meant.

 

Bob spun around, his gaze intense behind the goggles as he surveyed the
lab station. All the while, the buzzing noise persisted, and the
fluorescent ceiling lights began to flicker. The young man stepped in
front of me, then took my hands in his rubber gloves, and pulled me to
my feet. Without explanation, he quickly walked me over to the door cut
into the Plexiglas.

 

We both looked up to see that a light on top of the door that had been
dim, was now flashing bright red. A bolt had automatically slid into
place on the other side of the door, preventing it from being opened.

 

"Are we…is everything all right?" I asked with some degree of trepidation.

 

Again, Bob seemed to look me over from head to toe, than dragged me
toward the middle of the room. He conferred with his partner Jake, who
then immediately typed something and brought up another program.
Finally, he turned to address the committee, and I had the feeling he
was about to make up some bullshit.

 

"This is all perfectly normal," he was saying through the microphone.
"We have set up a control, in order to replicate the challenging
reactions that we have observed while studying this extremely delicate
material."

 

I saw him gesture at the silvery substance, which bubbled violently, and
didn't look anything at all like delicate. Bob then went on to
nonchalantly inform the panel that the substance he and Jake had been
working with was highly sensitive and reactive to other metals. He
turned slightly, pointing an arm toward the ground, at my feet.

 

"Erica," he whispered out of the corner of his mouth, "I need you to
remove your shoes."

 

I looked down, then back at the young man in disbelief. "What?"

 

"Your sandals," Bob tried to explain, "the buckles are metal. They are
destabilizing the compound… we have to get rid of them!"

 

"Oh, um, of course…" I muttered, as if it made all the sense in the world!

 

Yet I found myself shyly crouching down on one knee, so I could unfasten
the buckles. First I did one shoe, and then the other. I leaned on Bob
for support, as I stood back up, now able to lift my toes out of each
sandal. The tiles of the lab station were cool beneath my bare feet,
sending shivers up my legs and causing me to rub my arms. Out of
nowhere, Jake bent down and snatched up my footwear.  

 

Now I watched amazed as Jake brought them over to the back wall and
activated a bin of some sort, which I hadn't noticed before. It looked
like it could be a containment unit, although I had no idea for sure. I
hoped it wasn't a disposal bin that he dumped them inside… I wanted
those sandals back!

 

Curling my toes self-consciously as I stood in the room's center, I saw
Jake return to the main computer. On the screen there was a big red bar
and lots of numbers, all changing rapidly and well beyond my
comprehension. I did notice that the red bar moved down a little.

 

Bob made some kind of scientific sounding declaration to the review
panel, and then he turned his attention once more toward me. He stepped
close in front of me, his back to the glass window. When he took my
hands in his, it was such a sweet moment. I could see that he was
confident, but not all that sure what was going on. He asked if I could
remove my wristwatch.

 

Well, what could I do? Clearly the metallic band, no matter how thin and
fragile, was still disrupting their experiment. I licked my lips, and
then carefully undid the clasp. Handing the watch over to Bob, he tossed
it to his partner, who in turn discarded it into the mysterious bin.

 

Instinctively, my eyes darted to the computer screen, as I absently
massaged my wrist. The red bar moved slightly. Or was it just a trick of
the flashing and flickering lights? The boys seemed to think something
happened, as they nodded silently at one another. Bob stepped in front
of the microphone, going on about how their Subject had displayed a
number of variables that triggered fascinating ionic developments. As if
to underscore his point, the liquid metal leaped up, like a silvery
finger beckoning to the young scientists. I tried to see if the
professors were impressed, but I couldn't tell.

 

Shuffling around in his rubber boots, Bob moved to stand behind me,
placing his hands on my shoulders and back. Wide-eyed, I arched up on my
toes, but kept my arms straight at my sides. I may have even pushed out
my chest a little. He continued to palpitate the supple curve of my
spine, taking a great interest in the make of my shirt.

 

"Erica… this material," he started, "your top is woven with miniature
metal links. I'm afraid I need… you need, to take it off."

 

My hands reached up to grip the edge at my waist. "You want me to get
undressed… in front of your teachers?"

 

"They're scientists, Erica. They understand that this is part of the
research," he tried to sound convincing.

 

Unable to find words, all I could do was gasp, as he brushed the bottom
of my shirt. Meanwhile, my fingers fumbled with the front edge, just
enough so that my bellybutton peeked into view.

 

Jake strode over and leaned in close to me. "Listen, Erica, I don't know
why Bob brought you in here without proper protection. But it's evident
that the metal on your clothes is causing the compound to become
agitated. We need it to stabilize, or it might evolve into a hazardous
substance!"

 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! And then Bob placed his hands
lightly on my hips, speaking in a softer tone of voice, and he also
seemed a little embarrassed himself.

 

"Are you… are you wearing a bra?"

 

"Yes!" I said rather breathlessly.

 

I backed up, and the smooth heel of my foot pressed against the hard toe
of the young man's boot. I felt vulnerable, yet at the same time, secure
in his half-embrace.

 

"Erica, please…" Jake implored, looking nervously at the laboratory
workstation, then back at me. "Take off your shirt!"

 

Well, I suppose it was all in the name of science. So I turned around,
now facing Bob. I hesitated, and found I couldn't look him in the eye.
Fingers curling around the bottom of my shirt, I began to pull it up…
exposing my bare stomach… and then higher, until my white bra came into
view. I was feeling all sorts of emotions, from fear that I had actually
messed up their experiment, to the delicious humiliation of being
commanded to strip. Now I lowered my head, and pulled my mesh top the
rest of the way off, twisting it inside out as it came off my arms.

 

I just handed the material over to Jake, and watched him quickly dispose
of it inside that bin. Realizing that I was now standing here in my bra,
I folded my arms across my chest. Then I turned around to see if there
was any improvement on the monitor. It seemed that the red bar indicator
moved noticeably. I guess the metal on my clothes really was somehow
interfering with conditions in the room.

 

From behind me, I heard Bob say, "Oh no…"

 

"What is it?" I asked as I spun around again, my foot rubbing the back
of my bare calf.

 

The aspiring graduate student looked past me to acknowledge the panel
observing this demonstration, and then he said, "Um… Erica, your bra…
has a metal clasp."

 

"Of course it does," I answered quickly. "Oh, wait… you don't mean…"

 

Jake suddenly popped back behind me, and somehow he managed to
manipulate the metal bra hook with his rubber gloves. Before I knew it,
I was practically cradling the A cups in my arms. At least positioned
between the two boys, the gathered faculty on the other side of the
glass could not see me.

 

I carefully slid the bra straps off my shoulders one at a time, and then
gave the undergarment to Jake for him to confiscate. Briefly, I stood
before Bob bare-chested, my tits uncovered and my nipples growing long
and hard. Ohmygosh, I didn't want him to get the wrong idea, like I was
enjoying this! I lifted up my hands to cover my breasts, but Bob gave me
an understanding smile of gratitude.

 

Topless! I was now topless in the college science building… and there
were like a dozen smart and important people watching me! I didn't think
I could stand it much longer, so with my hands still cupping my titties,
I pushed myself forward and jogged toward the corner of the room. My
bare feet slapped over the tiles, until I reached the laboratory stool I
had been seated on.

 

Over my shoulder, I could here Bob address the panel. Then it sounded
like he turned to have a heated discussion with Jake.

 

"What? What else could it be?" I heard the bearded young man state
earnestly.

 

And then Bob came clomping over to me in his dumb rubber boots. He put
his hands on my bare shoulders, and gently turned me around. Again,
standing like this in front of the young man, I found that I couldn't
look him directly in the eye. Instead, I blew a whistle of air up from
my bottom lip, causing a strand of my soft brown hair to rise off my
face. My arms were still hugging my chest, when Bob lowered his hands to
my hips.

 

"Oh, Erica…" he spoke somewhat dismayed. "Your skirt!"

 

"Do you like it?" I asked sarcastically, while feeling nervous, excited,
thrilled and embarrassed all at the same time.

 

He smiled briefly, and then said, "Yes, it's very nice. But I count at
least 5 metallic buttons sewn into the material. We need you to let us
remove it from the experimental zone."

 

"What exactly is happening to all my stuff?" I pouted.

 

Bob looked back over his shoulder at Jake, before answering me, "We need
to take these metal items out of an area where they can't interact with
the substance we are working on. In that container, the buckles on your
sandals, your wristwatch, and your mesh shirt, won't be able to
destabilize the molecular…"

 

"Yeah, yeah… and now you want my skirt, too!" I said, even as I lowered
one hand to pop open the button. "Oh my… I guess we forgot to count the
metal zipper as well!"

 

That sealed it. With one arm slung across my breasts, I let the denim
skirt wiggle down my hips, and fall to the floor completely. I shyly
lifted each leg, so that Bob could bend down and retrieve the material.

 

Before he returned the item to his lab partner, I reached out to touch
his arm. "Bob… um, I just want you to know, I'm really embarrassed."

 

Even as I made the confession, I could feel the pink blush spreading up
my thighs and tummy, my neck flushing and ears turning red. What I
wondered, was if the astute scientist knew also that I was getting very
aroused!

 

"I know," he replied softly. "I'm sorry about this. I'll make it up to you."

 

While I stood there in just my little white panties, I watched Bob
proceed to deliver my clothes to Jake, and then spoke once more to the
assembled professors. I imagine he had to explain what was going on, all
about his hypothesis that the metal things I was wearing had caused a
strange and potentially dangerous reaction with the compound they were
studying. From the corner, I could not see the computer screen, but I
hoped that red bar had gone all the way down, since I didn't have any
more metallic items on me. Feeling a little horny, and a little
adventurous, I crept quietly closer to the center of the room so that
the panel might have a better look at my slim nineteen-year-old figure.
I bet I made a more interesting body of research!

 

Bob and Jake now both monitored their testing material and consulted the
computer programs. Again they seemed to have a spirited exchange. I
caught Jake gesturing in my direction. Now what?

 

Both young men approached me. Bob asked me nicely if I had any other
metal on me. I told him that there was nothing I could think of.

 

"Is your clit pierced?" Jake scratched his beard and narrowed his eyes
as he looked at my crotch.

 

I nearly put my hands on my hips in shock, but that would have revealed
how hard my nipples were. "Excuse me?"

 

"Your clitoris," Jake continued, "does it have a piercing?"

 

"No way!" I answered truthfully, even as the object of this sensitive
discussion began to poke out.

 

Jake looked at his partner, and then said, "It certainly looked big
enough, if I remember correctly. You know, Erica, you could have a
little circlet through the apex of your labia, with a metallic ball
resting on that extended, fleshy nub."

 

"No!" I repeated, growing more and more turned on.

 

Before Bob could intercede on my behalf, his partner challenged me, "I
don't believe you. There is still some metal in this room, coming…
coming from you! Take off your panties, Erica."

 

My eyes went wide, as I shuffled nervously from one bare foot to the
other. He wanted me to remove my underwear? Right here in front of
everybody? I looked at Bob, but I could tell he was just as conflicted…
not wanting to humiliate me any further, but also perplexed as to the
source of any disruptive metal objects. Well, I had to prove to him that
I was not hiding anything and was not the cause of their presentation's
problems.

 

First, I turned my back so that it was facing the viewing glass. All
these professors and scientists were going to get a good look at my bare
ass, but I tried not to think about that. I lowered my arms to hook my
thumbs in the sides of my panties. My nipples were quivering, my tummy
fluttering, as I began to slowly peel the elastic waistband down my
hips. I wondered if I could have just lowered them in front, or rolled
them halfway down my thighs, but my trembling hands did not stop. They
kept tugging the material down my legs, until I was able to shake them
past my knees.

 

I let my underwear fall all the way to my ankles. Then I stepped
completely out of them. Ohmygosh! I stood fully nude in front of the two
boys. Nothing was left to the imagination!

 

Reflexively, my hands darted to cover my pussy, and tried to shield my
nipples, as I modestly bent a knee forward. But then I remembered that I
was supposed to show these young scientists everything, like an
examination. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and moved my hands
out of the way. I even shifted my legs further apart. This caused my
pink lower lips to unfold completely, my clitoris protruding out of its
hood. I hoped Jake was satisfied…

 

However, he only crouched down in front of my bald crotch, and said,
"Erica, spread your labia apart…"

 

"Oh!" I gasped, but my hands willingly sought to touch that most silky,
sensitive skin.

 

I pressed my thumbs into my shaved mound, using my two index fingers to
pull apart the lips. Into my steaming slit, the young man peered. And
then he stuck his finger out, encased in a rubber glove, and touched my
clit!

 

"OHHH! Mmmmmm…." I moaned, my body shuddering at such pleasurable
sensations.

 

Jake then stood up and shook his head. "Nope, definitely no ring or any
signs of piercing. I doubt you could ever get through the procedure, Erica."

 

"So then where is the metal coming from?" Bob inquired.

 

At this point, the young man acted like a gentleman and stepped behind
me, essentially blocking the view of my totally naked body from the
science faculty. But then he placed his hands on the sides of my bare
legs and began patting me down! My arms sprung out like airplane wings,
as he moved higher and higher. I stood up on my tiptoes, allowing him
access to every nook and cranny. Although secretly I would have liked
the touch of his uncovered fingers caressing my skin, the Playtex rubber
gloves he was wearing were not entirely unpleasant.

 

Bob reached around, feeling my stomach… no, no ring in the belly button.
His hands roamed higher, eventually making contact with my small but
succulent breasts. As elongated as my nipples were, I thought it pretty
obvious that my nipples were not pierced either. Thank goodness Jake had
already inspected me down below, because I think if Bob touched my pussy
with his rubber gloves, I would have cum right there in the middle of
the room!

 

Still, I was hot as hell, and building toward an orgasm. I know it was
more of a clinical search to find any kind of foreign object with even a
trace of metal on my person, but it felt like my body was being teased
and played with. And we had an audience! I arched my back, grinding my
pretty ass against the front of Bob's jumpsuit. Licking my lips, I ran
both my hands through my hair, lifting the locks, exposing the supple
back of my neck and…

 

"Erica! Your earrings!" Jake called out.

 

I was sort of in a daze, and mumbled, "Mmmm…yes…nibble my earlobes…"

 

"No, no… hold that position!" Bob said firmly.

 

Suddenly, I was a little more aware of my nudity, but I did as I was
told. I kept my hands on top my head, fingers interlocked. With my feet
spread about shoulder-width apart, my pussy lips hung down enticingly
between my legs. Bob moved in for a closer look at my ears, pressing his
body against mine, and gingerly touched the jewelry.

 

"Yes, I believe that's it!" Bob confirmed.

 

Jake stepped forward to take a closer look himself. It was like a naked
Erica sandwich, with me squeezed between the two young men. The bearded
graduate student put his finger to my chin, turning my head so that he
could better examine the jewelry. 

 

Finally he said, "You're going to have to remove those earrings." 

 

"Um, OK," I whispered.

 

Now he stepped away from me, giving me room to maneuver. My whole body
was flushed, and I noticed he was perspiring too. But was it from the
stress of this wildly unexpected meltdown of their presentation, or
because he and his friend had their hands full with a nude young girl? I
straightened out a little as my fingers worked at the clasp and pin in
each earlobe. Of course this left my front completely exposed. And as my
body was starting to calm down, the orgasm starting to subside, I was
growing more and more embarrassed about my lack of clothing.

 

 

 

When I had pulled out the two earrings, I glanced over my shoulder and
shyly handed them to Bob. I wondered if he knew how close he had been to
making me cum. It was at that point, I found myself wondering what it
would be like to have him inside me!

 

"Whoa, looks like someone's thinking dirty thoughts," Jake remarked.

 

I looked down and saw that my nipples were pointing toward the ceiling.
I guess my clit was still pretty erect, probably sticking right out at
Jake. Blushing, I placed a palm over my pink pussy. For some reason, now
that I had taken off the last of my accessory items, along with all of
my clothes, I felt more naked than ever. It's like they had now seen
every inch of me.

 

Bob picked my panties up off the floor, and carefully wrapped my ear
jewelry. He then walked over to the containment bin, opened the hatch,
and dropped my things inside.

 

"You didn't have to put her underwear in there," Jake said to his friend.

 

For the first time, I noticed that the compartment opened and closed
with a hiss of air, like it was pressurized.

 

Bob regarded the unit, then turned back to face us. "Oh, right… I guess
not."

 

Before I could ask him to retrieve the article, so at least I might
salvage some decency, suddenly the lights in the room began to stop
flickering. The buzzing alarm also died down. And I could only imagine
that the image on the computer screen of that glaring red bar must have
disappeared. No more metal at all in the laboratory station, and not
even a stitch on me!

 

At once, the transparent door in the Plexiglas wall swung open, as a
stream of professors and fellow scientists entered the room. I was
shocked at first, as here I was, standing in the middle, stark naked. I
wished that I could find some place to hide. But the academic review
panel was more interested in that mysterious silvery substance that the
boys had been working with.

 

As they began questioning Jake and Bob, I quietly stepped to the side.
Eventually, I made my way over to the corner stool, and sat down for the
remainder of the evaluation. Of course, I demurely crossed my legs, and
held one hand in front of each breast, effectively shielding my pointy
nipples. I bit my lip and bobbed my foot, waiting for this to be
concluded. What I didn't realize until too late, was that this stool was
positioned in the corner, right across from the open doorway.

 

One by one, the faculty members and board members departed from the
chamber, and each and every one of them had to pass by me on the way
out! So much for being ignored. Most of them inclined their head or
nodded, as if thanking me for my participation in the experiment. As if
this had been a planned demonstration! Sitting there completely bare, I
thought to myself that I had never been seen by any of my own college
professors like this. I wondered if there was a chance I might take a
course with any of them over the next few years. Certainly, there was
the very real likelihood I might run into them on campus!

 

When the last woman had exited the chamber, I asked, "Are they gone?"

 

"Yes, they will be forming their own committee now to discuss the merits
of our findings," Bob said, perhaps a bit worried.

 

I looked to my side to verify that the adjoining room was indeed empty,
and then hopped off my seat. With one hand still between my legs, I
shyly walked over to the workstation area. Standing on my bare tiptoes,
I curiously watched the slow ripple of the liquid alloy in the two
trays. It looked so peaceful now, and kind of calming.

 

"So what exactly does this stuff do?" I asked, raising my free hand to
hook a strand of hair behind my ear.

 

Jake was quickly at my side and explained, "It's still in the
experimental stages, but we believe that we have discovered a new
free-form metal. You've been seeing it here in its most malleable state…
but when removed from the testing pan and subjected to the room's
atmospherics, the substance can be molded and will then retain any shape."

 

I blinked, completely lost.

 

"Here, watch…" Jake chuckled.

 

And just like that, the bearded young man plunged both his gloved hands
into a silvery pool. I gasped in amazement when he pulled out a
considerable quantity, and began shaping it into a perfect sphere. Then,
like a magician making balloon animals at a kid's birthday party, he
winked with a mischievous look in his eye. Jake rolled the ball between
his two hands, faster and faster, so that the shape became long and
narrow. Soon, it took on the form of a cylinder. But he was cleverly
able to tweak the substance, pinching and twisting it, until he had made
a cone at one end, turning it into a seven or eight inch smooth silver
rocket.

 

I brought both my hands to my chest, rubbing my nipples with the palms
of my hands, and let out a small, "Ooooh…"

 

In response, Jake touched me with the morphed silver, just below my
bellybutton. He slowly traced a line down to my crotch, causing me to
separate my legs a bit. He teased my bare pubic mound with the tip of
the hardened object.

 

"Oh!" I squealed, "You wouldn't…"

 

Already open and lubricated, my pussy let the silver crafted instrument
slip right in. It was a perfect fit! I closed my eyes, and held my
breath, waiting to see if he would start pleasuring me.   

 

"Come on, Jake, you know it's not meant for that!" I heard Bob reprimand
his friend.

 

The other young scientist held it inside me a moment longer, and then
withdrew the object glistening with my juices. "A thousand and one uses,
Bob. Think of the fun we could have!"

 

Nevertheless, these boys were all business when it came down to their
science project. So despite having created perhaps a breakthrough in
feminine pleasure toys, Jake placed the transformed metal back into the
tray. I was amazed to see it revert to its liquid state again, and I was
breathing hard from excitement. Then the young man took me by the hand,
pulling me away from the lab counter.

 

"I know, Erica, it's pretty incredible," Jake said. "But we have to lock
everything down for the rest of the day."

 

We were halfway through the room when I gasped, "What… what about my
clothes?"

 

Jake let go of me, pausing to look up and down my naked body, from head
to toe. All I could was stand there, blushing, not bothering to cover
up. In fact, I clasped my hands sweetly behind my back, even raised one
foot on my delicate toes.

 

"Do you want to tell her, or should I?" Jake asked his friend.

 

I opened my mouth to object, but Bob was already behind me, placing a
hand on my shoulder. He had taken off his rubber gloves.

 

"I'm sorry, Erica, but in order to prevent the metal from your watch and
jewelry and all your clothes disrupting the material we've been working
with, we had to use that containment bin…"

 

Now I folded my arms across my little tits. "Yes, I gathered that!"

 

"Well, that bin cryogenically sustains the items placed within for a
period of twenty-four hours. The good news is, your things are unable to
harm our research, and they will be perfectly fine."

 

I spun around to face Bob fully nude. "You mean I can't get them out of
there… until tomorrow?"

 

Behind me, Jake whistled. "You've got a great ass, Erica."

 

Now I turned around again, completely flustered. I bit my lip and ran a
hand through my hair. These two guys were so unreal. Bob always seemed
sweet and sincere, and then Jake had his direct approach of just saying
whatever was on his mind. And yet by all indications, they were both
brilliant chemistry students. Though by no means were they the most
attractive samples of the college's male population, they were still
cute in their oddball sort of way. I found myself torn between wanting
to scream at them, or wanting them to have their way with me!

 

"Don't worry," Bob was continuing. "We'll have everything sorted out and
returned to you."

 

"Well, what am I going to wear now?" I pouted.

 

Jake looked about the stark, clinical laboratory and then snapped his
fingers. "The lab coats!"

 

"There are lab coats in here?" I asked in disbelief, placing my hands on
my nude hips.

 

Bob moved around to my side and said, "No, not up here. And you
remember, we were locked behind this partition as a safety precaution,
while we confiscated all the destabilizing metal."

 

"But there are more labs on the floor below us, and they have closets
full of protective jackets!" Jake replied.

 

"Can I wait here, while you bring me back one?" I inquired shyly, once
more cupping my hands in front of my pussy.

 

Placing a hand on my bare back, Bob urged me forward. "I really need to
lock down the station, Erica."

 

"Oh…" I said in a small voice.

 

At first, I thought he meant the rectangular lab work area behind the
Plexiglas wall. But soon the boys ushered me barefoot onto the carpeted
adjoining area, where the review panel had sat behind a long table.
Further on we pressed, through the waiting area and out the door. My
tummy fluttered as I was being separated from my clothes with each step,
and I instinctively brought my hands to my mouth, to keep from
protesting. Down below, my pussy lips unfolded and flapped with my
walking motions. Before I even realized what had happened, I found
myself standing outside in the corridor as Bob punched in the security code.

 

Ohmygosh! I was totally naked up here in the college Science Hall! I had
never been in any of the classroom buildings unclothed before! I felt a
sense of thrill flood through my body, and I was nervous and embarrassed
at the same time. At least it was the summer session, and I don't think
there were any students around.

 

Jake must have guessed my thoughts, and placed a comforting hand on my
stomach, which nearly started me purring. "Don't worry, Erica. I doubt
any other students would be in this building."

 

With that, the two boys headed off down the hallway, their big rubber
boots echoing over the tiled floor. I was left to follow, padding after
them softly, my perky tits bouncing. They weren't going in the direction
of the elevator, but instead we continued along the main corridor.
Hopefully, the academic review board had gone in a different direction,
maybe left the building entirely. I didn't want to be seen by them again!

 

Around the corner were some spiral stairs, which the two graduate
students quickly descended. I paused for a moment before lowering my
toes to follow in the wake of their footsteps. I had one arm extended,
hand gliding along the slim banister, while with my other hand I rested
my fingers on my bare shoulder. After climbing down a few feet, Bob and
Jake stopped, turning their heads to see that I was keeping up.
Instinctively, when they stopped, I also halted my descent, standing
with my legs apart.

 

Blushing, I realized that from where they were looking up, not only did
they see my bald pink pussy, but they could also see deeper inside me.
What a sight that must have been, glistening with the first drops of
cum! I really needed to get covered up. So I hurriedly pushed my way
forward, reaching and even squeezing between the two young men.

 

"Right, you should probably go in front of us," Jake muttered.

 

Of course, now that I wasn't sure where I was going or who I might run
into, I carefully wrapped an arm around my breasts, and lowered one hand
in front of my crotch. Still, I know my little bottom bounced playfully
as I proceeded down the steps. I took a deep breath as I walked out into
the landing, and then emerged in the middle of a new corridor. We were
along the edge of the building, I realized, as tall wide windows ran
along the length of the entire wall.

 

"Guys! I'm totally exposed up here!" I called over my shoulder, hugging
my body tight.

 

Jake walked past me and said, "It should be all right… I doubt anyone
ever looks up to see what's going on inside this wing of the Science
Center!"

 

Fascinated, I let my arms drop to my sides, and strolled to the edge of
the window. Framed in steel and marble, the glass reached from floor to
ceiling. I took a couple more steps forward, placed my hands on the
transparent surface. Lowering my eyes, I could make out several people
crossing over a path below. Now I pressed my bare body full against the
glass. My extended nipples and breasts squished upon the window, and my
pussy was spread like little pink wings. I even lifted up on my toes.

 

"Um, Erica, what are you doing?" Bob asked as he and Jake stopped to
turn around and look at me.

 

At the sound of his voice, I spun on my heel, leaning my ass against the
window. My pokey nipples snapped up and down, quivering wildly. And my
shaved lips were left hanging open, my enormous clit sticking out.

 

I was so embarrassed standing there, and mumbled, "Just making sure no
one could see me…"

 

"Right," Jake chuckled. "Like I said, we had better get you covered up
before you catch something."

 

Now I felt like a scolded little girl, who had been caught playing out
in the rain. I shyly cupped both hands in front of my pussy, and
shuffled after the two young men. What would they think of me!

 

We entered a room off to the side, and I saw that the layout was pretty
much like a clinical laboratory. Actually, not much different than the
chemistry classrooms we had back in high school. Although, I imagine the
equipment here was much more sophisticated. All the way in the back,
looked to be rows of closets, and perhaps some lockers.

 

I stood in the middle of the lab, continually checking over my shoulder
as I bounced up and down on my feet. The boys moved ahead and made a
search through the wardrobe. Finally, Bob returned to me, holding out a
white coat. First, I lowered my eyes shyly. And then I slowly pulled my
hands apart, away from my crotch, letting everything hang out. Ohmygosh,
I was so horny! Stretching my arms out, I allowed Bob to slip the lab
coat over my body.

 

Once my arms were through the sleeves, I found that the cuffs came a
little past my hands, like it was too big for me. But the hem only fell
to the middle of my smooth thighs, so I guessed this was a coat for a
short person. My fingers trembling, I did up the buttons until I was
decent again.

 

Well, except that this was the only thing I was wearing! I rubbed my
bare foot up and down my other leg's shin. This was making me hotter! I
wondered who would get to use the coat next, and if they would smell my
arousal in this jacket. My arms reached up and I ran a hand through my hair.

 

"I wouldn't lift your arms up too much," Jake advised.

 

With my hands still placed atop my head, I looked down to see the coat
was raised enough, permitting my pussy to peek out. I felt so naughty!
And then the two boys were at my side, each gently taking me by the elbow.

 

Bob explained, "If you wouldn't mind just waiting outside for a moment,
Erica. We would like to change out of these suits."

 

"Wait a minute," I protested, flustered and squirming out of the hold of
the young men. "You two have seen me naked all day today! Why should I
give you any privacy?"

 

The science graduates exchanged glances as we continued toward the door,
and Jake answered, "That doesn't seem very lady-like. Besides, we did
find you something to cover up with!"

 

"I suppose…" I mumbled, fidgeting with the buttons of the lab coat.

 

Bob put a hand on my arm and said, "Now you just wait out in the hall
for a minute, and then we'll all go get something to eat."

 

Now that he mentioned it, I was kind of famished. But my mind wasn't
really on food. I couldn't help but be fixated on the polyester material
swishing across my boobs and pussy, the fact that I was stark naked
under this coat! And the thought of these guys undressing, was actually
turning me on. Reluctantly, I backed out of the door and stepped to the
side.

 

I bit my lip and tried to be good. But curiosity got the better of me.
After about thirty seconds, I leaned forward, sneaking a peek back
inside the laboratory room. Jake and Bob had ditched their ridiculous
yellow over-clothes, and were down to their boxers and T-shirts. They
had their backs to me, and I had to wonder just how big their erections
were! I could feel my own clit throbbing…

 

Before I knew it, or even realized it, my lab coat was completely
unbuttoned and I was stroking my bald vulva. However, the show wasn't
going to last, as the boys found their change of clothes in the lockers
and were soon dressed again in slacks and shirts. Keeping enough sense
not to be discovered, I quickly spun around and leaned against the wall
with my eyes closed. 

 

"Erica, if you want to preserve your modesty, you're going to have to
keep that coat buttoned up!" Jake chided me as he walked outside the
room with his friend.

 

Embarrassed, I quickly grabbed the open flaps of the coat and yanked
them over the front of my body. I told them the jacket was just
uncomfortable.

 

Jake continued to tease, suggesting, "We could always return it to the
closet…"

 

"Um, where are we going?" I asked, momentarily toying with the idea of
an extended streak.

 

Bob stepped forward, redoing the buttons for me like a gentleman. "We're
going back to the Student Center, to grab a quick bite to eat."

 

"Oh," I said in a small voice, standing up on my toes. "I guess I better
keep this on."

 

I giggled nervously while Bob finished making sure I was proper. We then
started down the hallway, back the way we had come. Now I let my arms
hang at my sides, once more the cuffs falling down past my hands. I was
still conscious of my feet slapping over the white gleaming ties. The
boys must have noticed too, as they kept glancing at my sweet bare legs
beneath the hem of the coat.

 

Admittedly, it was pretty exciting walking through the building like
this, and served to keep me on edge. Of course, the place was deserted,
just the three of us echoing down the stairs and corridors.

 

When we walked outside onto the college campus, the late afternoon sun
was still high in the sky. It was warm, so I did not mind my barefoot
condition so much. But instinctively, I raised both my hands to shield
my eyes like a visor from the sun. That revealed a little bit of pink,
and made me shiver.

 

"Ooops!" I gasped, quickly lowering my arms.

 

"Come on, Erica," Jake laughed, and I followed the boys down the path.

 

We passed a few people on the way to the Student Center. I actually
don't think anyone paid me any attention, dressed in the white lab coat,
and walking between these two science geeks. Now it was me who was glad
to have their unremarkable presence avert any eyes of interest.

 

That is, until we reached the wide plaza that stretched out before the
glass and marble structure. It didn't take long, moving past hedges and
benches, for us to be spied and greeted. We stopped in our tracks, as a
brunette girl approached us.

 

"Erica, where have you been?" asked Alicia walking right up to me.

 

"I'm sorry!" I confessed, blushing between the two young men. "I
completely forgot about your practice! It was only going to be for a
little while, but I got caught up…"

 

Alicia folded her arms and narrowed her eyes. "I bet!"

 

"Jake, Bob…" I gushed, motioning back and forth between them, "this is
my best friend, Alicia."

 

"Pleased to meet you," Jake gave a friendly little wave.

 

Alicia smiled then turned her eye back on me. "And what are you supposed
to be, Erica?"

 

"A lab assistant," I sputtered.

 

My friend chuckled then said, "Well you look silly, because that coat
doesn't even fit. Take it off, and where are your shoes!"

 

"I can't!" I squeaked, my eyes going wide, hands clutching the buttons
of the lab coat. "I mean, I don't have anything on, under this…"

 

"What?" Alicia tried to suppress her own girlish giggle.

 

I looked from one science graduate to the other, and then replied
bashfully, "I'm not wearing any clothes!"

 

Now Alicia gave the boys a mischievous smile. "So what exactly were you
three up to, hmmm?"

 

"Oh, it's not like that," Bob interceded on my behalf. "We were running
an important science demonstration, and there was a malfunction. Your
friend, Erica…"

 

"She'll tell me about it later," Alicia said, stopping him mid-sentence
with a raised hand.

 

"We were just about to get something to eat," Jake said smoothly,
jerking his head back at the Student Center. "Care to join us?"

 

My busty brunette friend agreed, and soon we were heading for the wide
double doors. It was a quick walk down the hall, and around the corner
to the student commissary. Only a couple of people passed us on our way
in. The great eating hall was very spacious, obviously needing to
accommodate the campus population when the full semesters were in
session. For now, with only the four of us making our way past the empty
tables, the place seemed cavernous. There were pillars and decorative
walls that sort of divided this part of the building into to sections.
We moved beneath a painted frieze and found ourselves a table in the
corner.

 

"You ladies wait here," Bob offered, "while Jake and I go up to see
what's left on the menu."

 

After they had departed, heading for the grill and order counter all the
way on the other side of the commissary, Alicia slid next to me. She put
a hand meaningfully on my knee, and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.

 

"Your new friends?" she questioned me, fondling my earlobe.

 

"Um, I guess. They're all right," I answered, confused by my surging
emotions.

 

Alicia continued her interrogation. "You even took off your earrings,
Erica. I guess they saw all of you… every inch?"

 

I licked my lips and nodded, "Mmmm-hmmm."

 

"So which one do you fancy?" Alicia pressed on.

 

"Oh, I don't know," I said blushing. "It's not like that. I mean they
are both kind of cute, in that nerdy sort of way. They are really very
smart. And Bob, the one with the glasses, he is so sweet…"

 

Alicia put her hand on my left breast and said, "Erica, your heart is
beating faster…"

 

"It is?"

 

My friend only smiled knowingly and said, "I'm going to help you out.
I'll go up there and find some way to keep Jake distracted. When Bob
comes back, you can be alone with him. But first, let me have the coat."

 

"Alicia!" I sat up, amazed. "I told you… I'm naked under this jacket!"

 

Looking around, as if to confirm that we were indeed isolated in this
corner, she declared, "It's what you want. Now come on, hand it over.
You'll thank me later, Erica."

 

I remained seated, but nervously popped open the top button of the lab
coat. My eyes were wide, and I couldn't believe I was doing this!
Fingers moving quickly before I had a chance to change my mind, I undid
the second and then all the rest of the buttons. We were in the Student
Center, for goodness sake! Any other time during the Fall or Spring,
there would be thousands of young people around us. I shrugged the white
coat off my shoulders so I could pull out my arms one at a time.

 

Instantly my nipples hardened, waiting to be played with. Alicia smiled
in satisfaction as I scooted around on the seat, and then passed the
jacket into her arms.

 

I was sitting here totally nude!

 

My slim body was bare and exposed, for a second I relished the brazen
display. Then I crossed my legs demurely and hunched forward just a bit.
I clutched my arms around my knee, as my foot started bobbing up and down.

 

"You look adorable!" Alicia grinned as she stood up, taking the lab coat
with her.

 

My eyes watched and followed as she calmly waked away from the table.
Further and further she drifted, leaving me here, naked. I started to
think that this wasn't such a good idea, as any stray student could come
wandering over here at any moment. Maybe I should get up and run. But
where would I go? I hoped Bob would bring me something good to eat.

 

No sooner did I have that incongruous thought, then the young man came
shuffling into view. I felt kind of scared and nervous, but also very
excited. It's not like he hadn't seen me undressed before! But something
about this unlikely of all locations, in the middle of the day,
heightened the sexuality of my nudity. I brushed my hair back folding my
hands behind my head, presenting my tits as he stepped closer to the table.

 

"Erica!" Bob exclaimed, nearly tripping over his feet and dropping his
tray. "Where is your coat?"

 

Feeling very sexy, I answered, "I took it off…"

 

The young man nearly stumbled again. "Yes, but here? We're in the middle
of campus… there are a half a dozen people on the other side of the hall…"

 

"There are?" I now stood up out of my seat.

 

Bringing my hands to my mouth in shock, my soft tummy was in full view,
and inches beneath my bellybutton, my pink labia had unfolded. The
possibility that there were others in the building, in the same room,
was too much for me. I felt a thrill up and down my spine, and tingle in
my bare butt cheeks. I waited for Bob to set the tray down on a table to
the side.

 

And then I myself, slowly climbed up onto the table in front of me. I
eased my petite body down, lying on my back. My arms at my sides, I had
my toes and nipples sticking straight up at the vaulted ceiling above.

 

Bob removed his glasses to wipe clean the lenses, and put them back on.
"Erica… what?"

 

"I want you to touch me, Bob," I moaned softly.

 

The young man moved up against the table's length, staring down at me. I
watched his eyes roam all over my body, and it felt so good! My fingers
drummed the surface in anticipation, the excitement of being so
vulnerable, nothing covered. I arched my back a little.

 

Bob reached down and took my bare toes between his fingers, causing me
to squeal unexpectedly at his choice. He massaged my feet sensuously,
sending a charge up my legs and into my crotch. I had no idea they were
so erogenous! His hands, used to manipulating all sorts of things in the
science world, were amazing.

 

"You are very pretty," he said with such sincerity, causing me to coo.

 

Working his way up my thighs also got a reaction and I encouraged him
saying, "Mmmm… why don't you try a more daring spot."

 

Understanding my intent, the young man brushed his fingers lightly,
first across my stomach, and then over my nineteen-year-old bald pussy.
He used his thumb and forefinger to spread apart my glistening lips.
With a buck of my hips, his hand slipped, causing his finger to thrust
deep inside me…

 

Wow! This was incredible! As he slowly began to work my pussy, I reached
up and squeezed my tender breasts. All I could think of was how
different this was from Carrie's softer feminine touch. She had played
with me before, but it was unlike what I was experiencing now. I guess I
was still a virgin, having never been penetrated by a man before. I'm
not sure Bob knew what he was doing, exploring my body like this for the
first time. But his fingers would teasingly brush my clitoris, bringing
me so close, and then move away. It was driving me wild!

 

"Kiss my tits!" I moaned breathlessly.

 

Like a good boy, he lowered his head, enough to blow on my elongated
nipples. Soon his mouth was attached to my breast, his tongue flicking
back and forth, back and forth. I was being sucked on and fingered in my
college's Student Center, and I was loving it!

 

"Aaaah…" I heard myself moan.

 

I knew I couldn't take much more teasing. Sliding myself over the side
of the table, I pushed Bob into a chair. I then climbed naked into his
lap. My arms were thrown around him as I kissed the young man full on
the lips. I could feel his hardness through his pants, pressing into my
crotch.

 

Now I turned myself around, still sitting his lap, but facing forward. I
let him play with and fondle my tits, while grinding my ass into the
bulge in his pants. Then I took his wrist in my hand, and guided his
fingers down to my open pussy.

 

"Touch me here," I gasped as he kissed me on the neck.

 

With my assistance, I moved his finger onto my clitoris. Once he found
the erect little button, I think the intelligent boy knew what to do.
Circling, rubbing, and teasing the extended nub, made my bare legs shoot
out and toes spread apart!

 

"Ohhhh… Yes! Yeeeessss! " I gave a loud cry, enough for everyone to
hear, as I had my orgasm.

 

Down his hand and arm my juices trailed. I wondered if I was the first
girl Bob had made cum. And in public, too! With that thought, I had
another orgasm, gushing like a fountain.

 

When my body stopped quivering, I crawled around to sit forward in his
lap once more. We kind of cuddled, as he played with my boobs softly and
kissed my lips. A little surprised, and feeling a bit guilty, I noticed
he had not… subsided.

 

"I'm sorry," I said blushing with shame, and confusion. "I don't know if
I'm ready to have you inside me, yet…"

 

Bob just looked at me with an understanding smile. He raised his finger
still wet with my juices and said that would have to do. We hugged a
little longer, his other hand rubbing my back. And then I asked him if
he could find Alicia. I suddenly wanted to be with my best friend.

 

Naked, I huddled behind some chairs, and waited for her to return with
the lab coat. But before she let me put it on, Alicia had to question me
first.

 

"So did you get laid?"

 

"Not quite," I replied, with an arm crossed over my breasts, and one
hand hiding my pussy. "But he's the first guy I ever had finger me to
orgasm…"

 

Alicia laughed and started to put the lab coat protectively around my
shoulders. "Well, that's a start!"

 

THE END