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 ï>¿Ali Goes to College by Cheryl

    -œAre you sure you have everything you need? - Jennifer Cawood asked
her daughter.  -œYes, mom.  Thanks. - Even when speaking with her own
mother Alison -(TM)s voice was quiet and reserved, her eyes downcast. 
-œYou remember to have fun this year, Ali. - She gently guided her
daughter -(TM)s gaze to meet her own, cradling Ali -(TM)s chin in her
fingers.  -œI know, mom. -  -œCollege isn -(TM)t all about grades and
studying, okay? -  -œI know, mom.  I -(TM)m sure I -(TM)ll have fun. - 
-œTracey sounds like just the person to get you involved. -  -œI hope she
-(TM)s cool. - Ali said hopefully, finally voicing one of her fears.
Tracey Halloran was Ali -(TM)s new roommate.  They hadn -(TM)t met yet, but
they had talked on the phone and exchanged emails and texts all summer
long. The school had sent them room and board details in late June,
providing the name, home address, email and phone number of the girls. 
Tracey had called almost immediately.  The girls had exchanged information
and pictures over the summer, and everything about them seemed opposite. 
Ali was small and slight, standing only five foot two inches tall; she was
pretty but plain, her sandy-blonde hair was normally pulled back in a pony
tail and her cute face didn -(TM)t require a lot of makeup, which was good
because she rarely wore any.  She had the lean, sculpted body of a swimmer,
but preferred to hide her figure under loose jeans and baggy t-shirts in an
effort to blend into the background.  She didn -(TM)t like to draw
attention to herself, and was most comfortable alone or with one or two
close friends. Tracey was tall, curvy, and deeply tanned.  Her short raven
hair was styled in a carefree manner that bordered on messy, but still
looked attractive.  She wore short skirts and shorts almost as a uniform,
frequented the beaches in the tiniest string bikinis, and strove to be the
center of attention.  Even her career desires made Ali uncomfortable; she
was planning on majoring in Hotel Management with a minor in theater.  She
had taken a cruise with her family in high school and decided then and
there that she wanted to work as a Cruise Director on a huge cruise ship
sailing in the Caribbean or the Mediterranean or the South Pacific
somewhere. Ali was nothing like that.  Standing up in front of a huge group
of people and acting goofy, talking on a big stage and making jokes in
front of an audience were all things that she looked to avoid.  Tracey had
been in all of her high school plays.  She would stand on stage and sing
and dance in front of the entire school.  Ali had almost had a panic attack
when she -(TM)d had to give a speech for her English class.   -œI -(TM)m
sure you two will get along just fine. - Jennifer assured her daughter.  
-œYour aunt Carol and I didn -(TM)t meet until college, and we -(TM)ve been
best friends ever since. -  -œI know, mom.  I -(TM)m just a little
overwhelmed.  I -(TM)ll be fine. - She hugged her mom goodbye, assured her
for the fifth time in as many minutes that she had everything she needed,
and watched her drive away.  As the car pulled to the stop sign at the far
end of the street her mom gave a final wave out the window before turning
the corner and driving out of sight.  Sighing, Ali turned and walked back
up to her dorm room.  It was her first year of college, and like many girls
in the same position she was unsure of what she should focus on and in what
discipline to major.  Politics had long been a fascination for her, so she
though perhaps Political Science.  Psychology, too, had an appeal.  In her
mind the two were closely intertwined.  Understanding group mentality and
dynamics and the consciousness of the public surrounding an issue at hand
could be a great benefit to a politician or a political advisor.  Because
of her introversion she always saw herself more as an advisor.  Ali quietly
closed her dorm room door and sat on her bed.  The door from the hallway
opened in the exact center of the room, between the two small closets. 
Each half of the room was identical; a bed against the wall in the corner
and a desk next to it, opposite the door and under the lone window in the
room, and a small 3-drawer dresser against the wall between the foot of the
bed and the closet.  She hadn -(TM)t thought to ask Tracey which bed she
wanted.  Ali had unpacked on the right side. Together they had coordinated
their sheets and color pallets, and had decided who would bring what. 
Tracey had a nice all-in-one theater setup; a 32 - flat panel TV and a
player that could play DVDs and CDs and dock with their iPods.  Ali felt
weird that she -(TM)d have to use someone else -(TM)s stuff.  She had never
shared really well with her younger brother  -" he either broke her stuff
or stole it.  She only cared about his video games, so no matter where he
was or what he was already doing, if she tried to play he -(TM)d come
running, suddenly wanting to play himself.  Ali had brought a small
refrigerator for them to share.  Ali sat on her bed with her notebook on
her lap and her earbuds firmly in place, drowning out the sounds of the
other students in the hallway outside her door. Tracey, as it turned out,
was every bit the social butterfly that Ali had guessed she would be.  She
was vivacious and vibrant and had a natural way of bringing people
together. Before she had moved even half of her things up from her car she
had met most of the people on their floor, and had a small crowd in their
room helping her to get set up.  Ali was smiling and trying to keep up her
end of the conversation at first, but just like always she allowed herself
to be pushed to the background, and contented herself to quietly unpack
Tracey -(TM)s suitcases, neatly laying the clothes in the drawers or on the
bed, listening to the laughter and easy banter occurring around her and
thankful she wasn -(TM)t being required to participate. In high school Ali
had earned a reputation as a snob.  Her introversion and shyness had been
misinterpreted as standoffishness and haughtiness, and the guys who had
asked her for dates had seen malice in her rebukes rather than the fear and
bashfulness that were truly behind them.  Her pretty face and easy smile
made it difficult for people to see that she was withdrawn and reserved;
most of the beautiful girls were outgoing.  She -(TM)d had few friends,
male or female, and was feeling nervous at all of the commotion surrounding
her.  -œYou -(TM)re from San Diego?  That seems so cool, the ocean and
stuff. - A guy named Ben was saying as he cheerfully hooked up all of the
wires and cables that were required to make the TV work.   -œI -(TM)m from
Indiana.  Cows and corn. -  -œThere -(TM)s another guy on the floor from
San Diego. - Interjected Dan, who was helping to unpack a box of DVD
-(TM)s.   -œAndrew Hardwick.  You know him? -  -œYeah, I know everyone
from San Diego. - Tracey laughed.   -œThere -(TM)s only three million
people there, so you end up just knowing everyone.  How is Andy, anyway? -
 -œWow, so this is me being stupid! - laughed Dan.  Tracey had an easy way
about her, and Ali marveled at how quickly she was able to befriend total
strangers, and at how charming she was able to be.  She had just
sarcastically insulted a guy she met ten minutes ago, and he was laughing
at himself instead of getting even the slightest bit upset.  In almost no
time all of her belongings were unloaded, and Tracey -(TM)s dad and the
rented van were back on the road to California.  As if sensing Ali -(TM)s
growing discomfort with the crowd in their room, Tracey skillfully
dismissed everyone.  Ali was growing to like Tracey more and more as the
day wore on, and they -(TM)d only met face to face an hour ago.  -œYou
-(TM)re amazing, Tracey. - Ali told her roommate.   -œI got here yesterday
and I only met two people.  Dan and his roommate Sean.  You -(TM)re here
for an hour and you know everyone on the floor.  You even remembered their
names! -  -œI am pretty amazing, aren -(TM)t I? - joked Tracey, standing
with her chest thrust out, hands on her hips and her head turned slightly.
-œYou -(TM)re cuter than your pictures. - Ali blushed brightly, and Tracey
laughed out loud.   -œYou -(TM)re coming out with me tonight.  None of this
wallflower crap from MY roommate.  I -(TM)m gonna take a shower.  I -(TM)ve
got funky rent-a-van stink on me.  I -(TM)ve got a bottle of Jack in one of
these boxes.  We -(TM)ll do some shots and loosen your ass up, girl! - 
-œI -(TM)m not a big drinker. - Ali said quietly.  -œGood.  More for me.
But I -(TM)m not drinking alone on my first night here! - As she was
speaking, Tracey pulled her t-shirt off, slipped out of her shorts and
pulled her bra off, completely unconcerned.  She stepped to her closet and
dropped her recently discarded clothes on the floor, then pulled her
panties down and kicked them onto the pile.  She pulled a green terrycloth
bathrobe off its hanger and slipped it on as she turned to Ali.   -œI
-(TM)ll be ready to party in about half an hour.  You want to order a pizza
or something? - Ali had been staring, struck by the boldness of her new
friend.  Ali hated changing for swimming at school, and now this girl she
-(TM)d just met had stripped totally naked in front of her as though it was
no big deal.  -œYeah.  Pizza. - Ali said, blushing anew.   -œI -(TM)ll
call while you -(TM)re showering.  What do you like on it? - Tracey placed
her order and dropped $20 on the bed from her purse, then stepped into a
pair of shower shoes  -" just rubber flip flops - and headed into the
hallway carrying her shower basket with her.  Ali heard catcalls and jeers
from some of the guys, and heard Tracey -(TM)s muffled laughter as the door
closed behind her. By 6:00 Ali was drunk.  The pizza was eaten mostly by
the guys and the bottle of Jack Daniels was almost empty.  They were doing
shots, chasing them with Pepsi.  Ali, Tracey, Monica, Stephanie, Ben and
his roommate Chris, Dan, Sean and Andrew Hardwick were sitting on the floor
talking, laughing, and drinking. Andrew Hardwick, as it turned out, was a
minor celebrity.  He had graduated high school in only two years, and now
at age seventeen was already poised to receive a bachelor -(TM)s degree in
only three.   -œ --but everyone thinks I -(TM)m just this big nerd. - 
-œYou don -(TM)t look like a nerd, Andy. - Tracey laughed.  She was right.
Andrew was not what anyone would picture a child genius to look like.  He
was average height at almost six feet tall, had dark wavy hair, brown eyes
and a cute, crooked smile.  He was thin but not scrawny.  He looked like an
average guy.  -œAndrew, please. - he replied.   -œAnd what -(TM)s a nerd
supposed to look like, then? -  -œOhh!  The politician challenging me to
be politically incorrect! - The mood was light and everyone was laughing
easily as Tracey began, counting off traits on her fingers.   -œYou -(TM)re
supposed to wear glasses, for one thing.  Big, thick glasses.  And you
should be shorter.  A lot shorter.  And either totally scrawny or really
fat. -  -œAnd you should wear, like,  -~jeans -(TM) brand jeans. - Added
Dan.  -œYeah! - Laughed Tracey.   -œMuch worse fashion sense. -  -œSo, as
the incredibly driven, motivated and intelligent person I am, - started
Andrew, trying to act haughty but slurring slightly due to the alcohol, 
-œI -(TM)m supposed to have bad hair, no fashion sense, an astigmatism,
glandular issues or an eating disorder.  Anything else?  Should I have more
pimples? -  -œOh, you should totally have pimples. - Tracey said in a
serious voice.   -œAnd maybe a speech impediment of some sort.  Not a lisp,
but something. -  -œYeah, like a whiney voice! - said Sean. They all
laughed and the causal conversation continued.  As the evening wore on
Andrew and Ali began talking about Ali -(TM)s plans.  The alcoholic
lubrication and the fact that she was speaking about something she felt a
passion for all led to a much more lively conversation than normally would
have been possible when meeting someone new.  -œIt -(TM)s amazing that you
feel that way. - Andrew was saying.   -œThere are only a few people in the
PoliSci program who are interested in Psychology at all.  I -(TM)m the only
one I know of with a dual major. -  -œYou -(TM)re in the same program I
want to be in? - Ali asked.  -œYeah.  I have aspirations. -  -œAren
-(TM)t you supposed to be a doctor or a research scientist or something? -
 -œYeah.  I think that -(TM)s what everyone always expects.  But I want to
go into politics.  I want to make the world better that way.  I like
people, and I like arguing. -  -œYou like to argue?  That -(TM)s a weird
thing to like. - Ali giggled drunkenly.  -œNo, like, debating.  I wanted
to be a lawyer.  But being a lawyer is more about research and contracts
and stuff.  If you -(TM)re a good trial lawyer you could be in court for a
few weeks, and then not see the inside of a courtroom for another six
months.  Then my dad asked me about politics. -  -œSo what are your
aspirations? -  -œI -(TM)d rather not talk about them.  People tend to
laugh at me. -  -œCome on. - Ali prodded.   -œYou -(TM)re obviously the
smartest person I -(TM)ve ever met.  So I -(TM)m guessing you want to be
president or something.  Why would you be in politics to be mayor of
bumblefuck somewhere? - Andrew laughed.   -œFine.  I have a plan.  I want
to be Governor of California before I -(TM)m 25, a United States Senator or
Congressman before 35, and I want to run for President of the United States
before I -(TM)m 45. -  -œWow. - Ali said, obviously impressed despite her
preconception.   -œI didn -(TM)t expect something so specific. -  -œWell,
- he said,  -œI graduated high school in 2 years with a perfect 4.0 GPA,
and I -(TM)m carrying a triple major in PoliSci, Psychology and Business
Management.  I should have an MBA and Masters in Political Science before I
-(TM)m 21, and the next election after that for governor in California will
be two weeks before my 25th birthday. -  -œDoes that make me weird?  I
only have a vague notion of what I want to do.  I don -(TM)t even think
about turning 30.  Forget what I -(TM)m going to be doing when I -(TM)m 45.
-  -œNo, I think that makes you normal. - Andrew sighed.   -œI -(TM)m the
weird one.  My psychology teacher says that most 17 year olds don -(TM)t
think about that stuff.  He says that my intellect has likely accelerated
my emotional and mental maturity, so I probably think and feel like a much
older guy. -  -œThat -(TM)s too deep for me. - said Tracey, barging
gracefully into the conversation without seeming the least bit rude.  
-œYour psych teacher would probably say that my emotional maturity has
decelerated, and I -(TM)m probably more like a 12 year old boy! - The
group laughed at this as Tracey ranted on.  -œBut seriously, - said Andrew
to Ali as the party was ending later in the evening,  -œyou should talk to
Dr.  Dickson.  He -(TM)s the head of the PoliSci department.  Tell him you
talked to me and you want to be in his program. -  -œThanks! - Ali said
sincerely.   -œI -(TM)ll talk to him! - The next morning was the first day
of classes, and Ali -(TM)s first hangover.  She awoke with a horrible
headache that seemed to throb with each beat of her heart.  Tracey was
already gone, and Ali wondered how she had slept through her roommates
alarm and activity as she dressed, gathered her things and left.  The room
was still a mess from the move, with several boxes left unpacked and small
piles of clothes that had not yet found homes in the drawers or shelves or
on hangers.  They had neglected to pull closed the curtains on the windows
making the room annoyingly bright, and Ali could open her eyes only
halfway. As she rolled to her side to look at the clock on her cell phone
it seemed that her brain sloshed sideways, no longer firmly in place but
now floating in a mixture of Jack Daniels and Pepsi.  As it bumped off the
inside of her skull a fresh wave of pain washed over her head and extended
down into her neck.  -œUgh. - She moaned.   -œNever drinking again. - Her
cell phone informed her that it was just after 9:00 AM.   -œGreat! - she
thought to herself, sitting up quickly and regretting it immediately.   -œI
-(TM)m missing my first class. - Monday morning was introduction to web
design.  She wasn -(TM)t that interested, but had to take something like it
as a prerequisite.  Considering her headache, the fact that she was already
late, and the fact that she didn -(TM)t know where the computer science
building was she made the decision to skip it altogether.  Nevertheless,
she pulled the sheet back, dangled her legs off the bed and rubbed her
eyes. A moment later she stood. She turned the shower water to cool, and
stood stock still, letting it pour over her head.  It seemed she could feel
each droplet hitting her scalp, but the pain was starting to diminish.  The
other girls were very loud in the morning, and the bathroom seemed to
magnify their voices as they echoed.   -œIf I -(TM)d managed to get into
the better dorm building I -(TM)d have a shared bathroom with only four
girls. - She thought to herself. It was true.  There were four dorm
buildings on campus.  Three of them were original, and virtually
indistinguishable from one another except for the hue of hideous that had
been chosen for the carpets.  Her building had Grotesque Green, a shade
stuck somewhere between lime and slime, with flecks of yellow and blue so
that it looked like someone had vomited and blown their nose
simultaneously. A wave of nausea came over her, and although she was being
doused with cool water she began to perspire. Twenty minutes later she was
back in her room.  She had managed not to vomit, although she was not
entirely convinced that this was a good thing, and had stopped sweating. 
Her hair mostly dry and in her requisite pony tail, she pulled on her jeans
and a clean t-shirt and opened her notebook.  Launching her college email
account she logged in and composed an email to Dr.  Dickson.

   Dear Dr.  Dickson, My name is Alison Cawood, and I -(TM)m a new freshman
here.  I was speaking with Andrew Hardwick recently and he suggested I get
in touch with you.  I am interested in a major in Political Science and
would very much like to speak with you about entering this program, of
which I understand you are the chair. I am a hard worker and have a passion
for politics, the democratic process and for serving my community and
country.  I am very eager to speak with you about this at your convenience.
Sincerely, Alison Cawood

   Feeling somewhat better, Ali grabbed her class schedule and looked it
over.  Next class is from 1:00 to 2:00 in the mathematics building, which
is just down the street.  Monday -(TM)s and Friday -(TM)s are her light
days, with only two classes on either day.  Since she -(TM)d missed her
first, she decided to head over to the computer science building and
apologize to her teacher. Tuesday was uneventful, and Wednesday started off
that way until about 4:00.  That -(TM)s when she checked her email and
found a reply from Dr.  Dickson.

   Ms.  Cawood, I have reviewed your transcripts and regret to inform you
that your academic achievements to date do not warrant a place in this
institutions Political Science program.  I recommend that you pursue a
standard course of study towards a Bachelor -(TM)s degree in general
studies.  If at some point in the future your scholastic accomplishments
warrant a review of my decision I will be happy to reconsider. Dr. 
Mitchell Dickson

   Ali was heartbroken, and per her usual methods retreated into herself.
Tracey had only officially met her roommate four days prior, but could tell
that something was wrong.  -œWhat -(TM)s up, Ali? - she asked concernedly.
 -œNothing.  No biggie.  Don -(TM)t worry about it.  I just want to be
alone. -  -œBullshit nothing.  Don -(TM)t make me beat it out of you. -
Ali cracked a small smile, and slid her notebook across the bed.   -œThe
email from Dickson. - Tracey quickly read it.   -œHe -(TM)s a dick.  Look
at his name.  His dad was a dick, too.  That -(TM)s how they name people,
you know.  Son of Eric became Ericson.  A blacksmith became Smith.  And a
dick became Dick.  The son of a dick became Doctor Mitchell Dickson. - Ali
smiled, genuinely this time.  -œBut he -(TM)s a dick who won -(TM)t let me
into his program, so I have no idea what my major is going to be. - Ali
said, her smile fading.  -œDon -(TM)t worry about him.  Don -(TM)t worry
about your major, either.  Things work out for good people, and you -(TM)re
definitely one of the good ones. - Tracey leaned in and hugged her
roommate.  A few tears escaped Ali -(TM)s eyes as she hugged back. Two
hours later Andrew, Tracey and Ali had finished a nice long discussion
about Dr.  Dickson and Ali -(TM)s options.  The first hour or so had been
fun, full of profanity, insults and threats, and really just an effort to
elevate Ali -(TM)s mood.  But the ultimate plan had Ali feeling a mixture
of nervous and optimistic, and much better about things than she had a few
hours before. The next morning, which was Friday, Ali arrived at Dr. 
Dickson -(TM)s office about ten minutes before his open office hours were
scheduled to start.  She paced nervously in the hallway waiting for his
arrival.  Ali worked all her life to avoid conflict and to blend in to the
woodwork.  She strove to be unobtrusive and to go all but unnoticed.  Now,
at the urging of her two new friends, she was seeking an argument.  With a
teacher  -" an authority figure.  Her legs felt rubbery, her palms clammy,
and her breathing shallow.  In times of extreme stress or agitation time
has a way of moving at a different pace; normally whichever you would
rather it didn -(TM)t.  Ali had ten minutes to mentally prepare herself for
this discussion, but as she stood nervously outside the door the clock
-(TM)s hands accelerated.  Dr.  Dickson arrived a few minutes early, and it
seemed to Ali that she -(TM)d arrived only seconds before she was being
ushered into his office.  -œMs.  Cawood.  I believe that I made myself
clear in my email note to you yesterday.  You are not qualified to
participate in my program, and I feel I would be doing you a disservice to
make an exception.  Based on your transcripts and on the coursework you
completed in high school you will not have the background to keep up with
the rest of the class. -  -œYes, sir. - Ali replied demurely, staring at
the papers on the desk rather than her teachers face.   -œI understood that
from your email.  But this is really all I have ever seen myself doing.  It
-(TM)s all I want to do.  I can -(TM)t see myself sitting behind a desk in
a company somewhere being an accountant or a business woman.  I see myself
in politics, helping people, making a difference. -  -œBe that as it may,
Ms.  Cawood, desire does not equate to qualification. -  -œNo, sir.  But I
thought that perhaps I could audit one of your classes.  I could prove to
you that I CAN do the work, or prove to myself that I can -(TM)t.  Either
way, we will both know. - Her nervousness was audible in her voice as she
spoke. Those words were Andrew -(TM)s.  He had explained that the college
allowed students to  -œaudit - classes.  It essentially meant that they
sit in the class as a student, participate fully in the class, but earn no
college credit toward graduation for the class.  Auditing a class is about
half the price of taking the class for credit, and many students do it in
order to pass a test required for their major, or to prove understanding of
a required subject that is not connected to their major.  If she could talk
him into allowing her to audit one of his classes, she would have a chance
to impress him and change his mind.  -œInteresting concept.  Which class
were you thinking of? -  -œMedia, Society and Politics - Ali replied,
still looking at the desk.  Dr.  Dickson laughed, forcing Ali to look at
him for the first time since taking her seat.   -œThat -(TM)s a pretty
advanced course. - He said.   -œUpper classmen only in that class. - 
-œYes, sir. - She replied, struggling to maintain eye contact now that she
was looking up.  Andrew had prepared her for this argument.   -œBut I have
reviewed your course schedule and my own, and it is the only class you
teach during my free time.  Monday and Wednesday at 7:00 AM.  I assumed you
would want me to take one of your own classes so that you could witness my
work first hand. - Dr.  Dickson thoughtfully stroked the black goatee on
his chin.   -œI have to be honest.  I am impressed that you have done this
much research.  I -(TM)ll make you a deal; you can audit my class and I
will waive the audit fee because you -(TM)ve shown a lot of tenacity and
more persistence than I would have given you credit for.  But I expect
every paper you hand in to be top caliber, and every assignment completed
well.  I will give you a break for those things that are beyond your
understanding, but with common sense, research and study I believe that
anyone with the passion for this subject that you claim to have can do
well. You drop below eighty-five percent and you -(TM)re out of the class.
You finish the class and we -(TM)ll see about the program next semester. 
Do we have a deal? - Ali broke into a genuine smile.   -œThank you sir. 
Yes, sir. - The two shook hands and Dr.  Dickson smiled warmly.   -œLet
-(TM)s hope you can impress me with your coursework as much as you -(TM)ve
impressed me with your determination.  I do so enjoy being proved wrong in
situations like this.  If you succeed, you will have truly earned it, and
that, after all, is what being an educator is all about. -  -œThen I hope
to prove you very, very wrong, sir. - Ali smiled.  -œGood day, Ms. 
Cawood. - Dr Dickson nodded toward the door, indicating their discussion
was at an end.  Ali left and ran across campus to share the good news with
Tracey and Andrew.  For one of the first times in her life Ali was seeking
out the company of friends, rather than the quiet, comfortable solitude of
her own mind.  = O = The following Monday Ali awoke early, too excited and
anxious about her first day of Dr.  Dickson -(TM)s class to sleep.  Andrew
had assured her that she had not missed anything significant in the first
two days of class, and that he would do what he could to help her, as long
as it did not affect his studying or grades.  She showered, dressed, and
sat nervously at her desk, mindlessly surfing the internet until 6:30. 
Unable to wait any longer, she shut her notebook, slipped it into her
backpack, and headed across campus in the early morning sunlight. Even at a
slow, easy pace she found herself walking down the corridor toward the
classroom with twenty minutes to spare.  After confirming that the
classroom stood empty and dark, she turned and retraced her steps to the
front door of the building where she sat on the steps, her eyes closed as
she faced the rising sun. Early September in the Midwestern United States
means shorter, cooler days.  The sun rises later, sets earlier, and the
leaves turn golden, copper, and auburn before falling, where they dry and
become crisp underfoot.  The temperature was in the upper sixties; not
cold, but crisp and refreshing.  Her lightweight hoodie was enough to keep
her protected from the slight chill in the air.  By noon she would not need
even that fortification; today would be a lovely day.  Perhaps, she thought
to herself, it would be a good day to study outside.  -œYou -(TM)re here
early. - Andrew -(TM)s voice broke the spell of her daydream.   -œCouldn
-(TM)t sleep.  I -(TM)m just so nervous. -  -œDon -(TM)t worry about it.
You -(TM)ll do fine. - He handed her a cup of coffee.  -œThank you! - she
said, taking it from him.  He had one of his own in his right hand.  -œNo
cream, three sugars, right? - he asked, smiling.  -œYeah, perfect! - she
said.  -œTracey told me.  I stopped by your room this morning.  I was going
to see if you wanted to walk to class with me. -  -œThis is really nice of
you. - she replied, still not knowing what to say.  -œNo worries. - he
replied, smiling.   -œYou wanna go get a seat? - The pair walked in
silence, following the route Ali had taken ten minutes prior.  The door was
now open and the room lit, but still empty.  The classrooms were all laid
out nearly the same all over the campus.  Large tables, each with three
chairs in which the students would sit.  The tables were arranged three
wide with a small aisle between them, all facing an old wooden desk in the
front of the room.  From the ceiling hung a projector, and cables ran
through the ceiling, down the wall and snaked across the carpet to the
instructor -(TM)s desk, where a notebook could be plugged in.  Andrew took
a seat in the front row on the left side of the room, farthest from the
doors.  Ali stood uncertainly in front of the first row.  Sitting next to
Andrew might seem presumptuous, but sitting elsewhere might seem rude. As
if sensing her indecision, Andrew said  -œWe sit in teams.  Most of the
projects that we work on in class are group things.  There -(TM)s a big
project for this class, and we already chose teams for it.  He -(TM)ll mix
it up for the smaller projects. -  -œOh.  So will I be in a group? -  -œI
guess he -(TM)ll put you with someone. -  -œCan I be in your group? - He
hesitated, looking a bit uncomfortable.   -œThis class is really important
to me.  I just -- -  -œI -(TM)m going to work really hard.  I promise.  I
don -(TM)t know anyone else in class, and I get so nervous when I meet new
people.  I promise I won -(TM)t screw up the project! - she begged. Andrew
shifted nervously in his seat, then sighed.   -œI guess.  I -(TM)ll ask him
if we can take you in our group.  But the project is already started.  We
-(TM)re working on the plan and everything. -  -œWhat -(TM)s it about? -
she asked, setting her backpack on the table next to his and sitting down.
-œIt -(TM)s about societal taboos and the political and sociological
statements and forces surrounding and influencing the way a culture views
and reacts to either the taboo itself, or the breaking of the taboo. - Ali
was already confused.  Maybe Dr.  Dickson had been right after all.  That
made no sense at all to her.  As she tried to decide if she wanted to admit
her stupidity by asking Andrew to explain it to her, the sound of voices
and footfalls entered the room.  A few moments later Dr.  Dickson and
several other students filed into the room.  At 7:00 AM precisely Dr. 
Dickson closed the door and began his lecture. Ali was able to follow most
of what he was saying.  She quietly typed notes on her notebook PC along
with the rest of the class, and made special reminders to herself to look
up certain topics that she didn -(TM)t quite understand.  There was no text
book for this class, so her resources would be the internet and the school
library. After class Andrew, true to his word, spoke privately with Dr. 
Dickson and confirmed that Ali could, indeed, join his team.  He introduced
her to Samuel Wilton, and AJ  -" short for Alexander Jeremiah  -" Brennan,
the other two members of the team. AJ was twenty years old and from
Indiana. He had brown hair that reminded Ali of chocolate pudding, muddy
brown eyes, and stood only five foot five inches tall.  He was slightly
overweight and his complexion was very pale.  He had a good laugh and a
genuine smile, however, and Ali found him a pleasant person. While Andrew
hated to be called Andy, Samuel Wilton much preferred Sam or Sammy.  He was
nineteen years old, from Kentucky, and spoke with a southern drawl that Ali
found fascinating.  His blonde hair was almost white and so fine and wispy
that even the small amount of air movement caused by the buildings
ventilation system caused a few of the hairs to sway lazily on top of his
head.  He had a large number of freckles on his cheeks and forehead, a
bright, warm smile, and eyes that were a light blue color the likes of
which Ali had never seen before.  He stood virtually identical in height
and stature to Andrew.  Ali was certain that each could wear the others
jeans without either having a problem with fit.  -œWelcome aboard our team.
- AJ said.  -œYes.  Welcome. - Echoed Sam, taking his turn to shake her
hand.  -œWe -(TM)re turning in our project proposal on Wednesday. - Andrew
said.   -œI -(TM)ll get a copy over to you as soon as I -(TM)m done typing
it up.  We finished working on it already and I -(TM)m just putting the
finishing touches. -  -œHe -(TM)s a better typist than either of us, and
he volunteered. - Sam joked.   -œSo who were we to stop him from doing all
the work? -  -œThere -(TM)ll be more than enough work for everyone. -
Andrew said, smiling.   -œAssuming the proposal is approved. -  -œI -(TM)m
sorry, guys.  I have to run to the computer sciences building.  I have a
class in ten minutes. - Ali said, shaking their hands and making her exit.
 -œTalk to you later! - the guys called after her.  -œWe should talk about
the proposal.  I have some new ideas. - Andrew said to the guys.   -œYou
have time now? - = O = Tuesday night at almost midnight there was a knock
on the door.  Tracey opened it wearing her standard sleepwear  -" a
mid-thigh length t-shirt and a pair of cotton panties.  Ali -(TM)s pajamas
were cotton draw-string shorts and a long t-shirt, and still she wore her
terrycloth robe until she was crawling into bed.  -œHey, guys. - said
Andrew after Tracey pulled the door open.   -œCheck your email, Ali, I just
sent you the proposal.  We have to turn it in tomorrow, so make sure that
you let me know if you have any problems before class. -  -œSure.  No
problem. - Said Ali, pulling her robe a little tighter while marveling at
the fact that Tracey stood unconcerned in front of the door wearing a
t-shirt and panties.  They -(TM)d had this discussion before.  -œYou can
-(TM)t see my panties, though. - Tracey had argued.   -œAnd besides, they
-(TM)re pretty much the same as a bikini bottom. -  -œBut they -(TM)re not
a bikini.  They -(TM)re underwear. - Ali had countered.   -œYou -(TM)re
not supposed to let people see your underwear. - Neither had changed the
others opinion, but Ali had decided to keep hers to herself.  She liked
Tracey, and didn -(TM)t want to alienate her closest friend at school.  -œI
-(TM)ll read it tonight and send you an email when I -(TM)m done. - Ali
promised. Ali sat on her bed and pulled her notebook off her desk.  Tracey
resumed sitting at her desk and put the finishing touches on her own
homework.   -œYou want anything else? - Tracey asked, walking to the door.
 -œI -(TM)m going to go get a snack. -  -œHow do you sleep eating that
crap right before bed? - Ali asked.  -œLike a baby. - Tracey replied
coyly.  -œI -(TM)m good.  I still have some of the water you got me
earlier. - Ali replied.  -œCool.  See you in a few. - Ali started to read
the Word document Andrew had sent as Tracey closed the door.  He really was
a good writer, and his intelligence showed through in his words.  It was a
long document, and Ali realized she -(TM)d be up for a while.  The first
section appeared to be a dissertation about sociological taboos, discussing
the social norms of Colonial America and how they were struck down by
strong political leaders, technological advancements and new ideals.  The
paper then went on to discuss turn of the century society and cultural
changes including prohibition, and the changing moral climate in the world
with the introduction of radio and television. = O =  -œHEY!  Don -(TM)t
you have class? - Tracey -(TM)s voice woke Ali with a start.  She felt
like she -(TM)d been asleep for days.  Her notebook was still open on the
bed next to her.  She was still sitting, still wearing her robe.  The clock
told her that she had only ten minutes to get to Dr.  Dickson -(TM)s class.
 -œCrap! - Ali cried.  She jumped out of bed and pulled a pair of jeans on
over her pajama bottoms.  She tore open her closet and pulled off her robe.
Still modest despite the time pressure she pulled her shirt off and quickly
put on her bra, all the while managing to keep her back to her roommate. 
She pulled on a clean t-shirt and her hoodie, stuffed her notebook into her
backpack and dashed to the mirror.  She had slept sitting up, so thankfully
her hair was not hopeless.  She pulled it into a pony tail, picked up her
backpack and shouted her goodbye -(TM)s to Tracey as she sprinted out the
door. The mad dash across campus had her heart racing as she slowed for the
final few steps leading to her classroom.  She had a minute to spare, and
others were still taking their seats.  -œYou didn -(TM)t email me anything.
Should I assume you -(TM)re all good with the proposal? - Andrew had
gotten up to meet her, and was helping slide the backpack off her shoulder
as he guided her to her seat.  AJ and Sam were looking intently and
nervously at the exchange.  -œI read it. - Ali lied.  She couldn -(TM)t
admit the truth and let them down.  It wouldn -(TM)t make a difference
anyway.  They had to turn it in today, so there was no real time to change
it regardless.   -œIt -(TM)s fine.  I didn -(TM)t see anything that needed
fixing. - All three guys seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief.  
-œGreat.  I -(TM)ll send it to him now. - Andrew said.  His own notebook
was open at his seat, and he had already prepared the email with the
attachment and all four of their names.  He clicked on the send button and
it was gone. Ali -(TM)s adrenaline rush wore off about halfway through
class, and she suddenly wished she -(TM)d had something for breakfast.  As
soon as class ended she made her excuses and dashed to the cafeteria for a
granola bar and a large cup of coffee.  Web design was somewhat of a joke,
but she was thankful for the mindless time to recover from the stress of
the morning. As was the ritual of most of the class, the last ten minutes
became more noisy as the students finished what they were doing on the lab
PC -(TM)s and started checking their personal email accounts.  Ali had an
email from Dr.  Dickson. Please meet me in my office at 10:30AM today if
possible.  I would like to discuss your project proposal. Had she not been
so nervous she would have seen that Andrew, AJ and Sam were all copied as
well, so the feeling of relief she felt upon seeing them standing outside
of his office was overwhelming.   -œYou guys know what -(TM)s up? - she
asked.  -œNo idea.  We all got the same email. - The guys looked a little
nervous, too. At precisely 10:30 the door opened and Dr.  Dickson ushered
them inside.  He began without preamble.  -œThis is a very advanced and
gutsy project plan you -(TM)ve handed in.  Are you all up to the challenge?
- Each person mumbled their agreement.  -œI -(TM)m very impressed with
this project.  I think it -(TM)s very well thought out, very well devised,
and if you can pull it off I think you may even be able to publish your
findings. - Dr.  Dickson continued.   -œI -(TM)d like to make the offer to
extend the test sample to include my other advanced PoliSci classes, if you
-(TM)re all willing.  I -(TM)ve checked them against your schedules and
there should be no conflicts. - Ali felt a swelling of excitement and
pride.  This was definitely a case of being in the right place at the right
time.  She was now even more curious about what the proposal was, but
couldn -(TM)t let on that she hadn -(TM)t read it.  Everyone in the group
readily agreed to the additional classes. The professor then went around
the room a final time asking each team member if they knew how much work
and exactly what this project would entail.  Each replied in the
affirmative, and reiterated that they were excited to be part of it and
anxious to get started.  He dismissed the group, holding Ali back.  -œI am
impressed. - He said to her, closing the door as the last of her project
team members exited the room.   -œWhen you and I spoke at the beginning of
the year I didn -(TM)t think that you had what it took to be in my program.
I am very pleased to say that I believe I may have been mistaken. - 
-œThank you, sir. - Ali said, blushing slightly.  -œI can tell you, if you
follow through on this project as it -(TM)s laid out here I will not only
approve you for my program, but I -(TM)ll give you full credit for this
course you -(TM)re auditing. - He was smiling, and looked genuinely proud
of her. She beamed at him.  This was the best thing she could hear.  She
practically floated back to her dorm room, and was lost in a haze through
her afternoon class.  In an uncharacteristic move she even stopped to enjoy
the last of the nice weather before fall brought the colder temperatures
and gray skies. At dinner she told Tracey all about what the professor had
said, and was jolted back to reality when Tracey asked  -œWhat -(TM)s the
project? - She still didn -(TM)t know.  The flattery and promise of
success had pushed it completely out of her mind.   -œI have no idea! -
she laughed.   -œI fell asleep reading it last night, and just barely made
it to class this morning!  I still haven -(TM)t read the damned thing! -
After dinner Ali returned to her room, swallowed her desire to get drunk
and celebrate, and forced herself to sit at her desk and read the proposal.
The more she read the more anxious she became.  She felt sick to her
stomach.  She stood several times, then forced herself to sit and continue
reading.  Finally, picking up her notebook she slowly walked down the hall
in a daze.  She opened the door to Monica and Steph -(TM)s room without
knocking.  -œTracey, I need to talk to you! - The three girls were
watching American Idol, leaving Ali to study in peace.   -œCan it wait for
-- twelve more minutes? - Tracey said, checking her watch.  -œThey want me
to get naked. - Ali said, holding back tears.  -œWhat?  Who does?  You don
-(TM)t get naked in your own dorm room! - Tracey was still joking.  She
hadn -(TM)t figured out the seriousness of the situation yet.  -œThe
proposal.  The project.  Andrew. - All three girls looked at her in shock.
Stephanie picked up the remote and turned off the TV.  -œWhat? - Ali
entered the room, pacing nervously and explained.   -œThe project?  For the
class?  It -(TM)s about the social taboo of nudity and how the younger
generation is less affected by the current societal conventions of
propriety.  The proposal says that today -(TM)s college students grew up
with nudity as part of our lives with cable TV and the internet, and that
people our age aren -(TM)t bothered or affected by it the way older
generations are. - She was agitated, but still fighting back tears.  -œSo
the project says that for six weeks I -(TM)m going to attend class naked!
-  -œWhat? -  -œI know, right? - Ali said.   -œBut I can -(TM)t back
out! Dr.  Dickson is going to publish our paper!  If I bail I won -(TM)t
get in the PoliSci program!  And I -(TM)d be ruining Andrew -(TM)s career,
and hurting AJ and Sam, too. - The girls talked.  Tracey thought it was
funny, but felt for her friend.  Jen couldn -(TM)t believe that the
professor would allow it.  Steph was just utterly speechless about the
whole thing, and wanted to read the proposal herself.  -œOh, listen to this
crap. - she said heatedly.  Then, reading aloud from Ali -(TM)s computer,
-œDifferent social phenomena -(TM)s in recent years including  -~shock
radio -(TM), Mardi Gras celebrations and the accompanying ritual of trading
worthless plastic beads for flashes of skin, the increase in supposed 
-~wardrobe malfunctions -(TM), the marketing of celebrity sex tapes, the
multi-million dollar  -~Girls Gone Wild -(TM) industry and everything in
between has created a new generation of Americans with completely different
views on what behavior is acceptable, inappropriate or even shocking. 
These trends seem to focus on public displays of female nudity in our
society, and the acceptance of this exposure within the culture of the
current generation.  For this reason the focus of this study shall be upon
female nudity only. - She handed the computer to Monica in disgust. 
-œThat is total crap! - replied Monica.   -œThe guys don -(TM)t want to
pull their junk out in class and have to let the girls see, but it -(TM)s
fine for Ali to have to walk around naked. -  -œThe guys are all scared we
-(TM)d see how small they are. - Tracey said viciously.  -œYou -(TM)re
supposed to be different stereotypes of girl each week? - Monica cried,
looking up from Ali -(TM)s computer.  -œWhat? -  -œYeah, I didn -(TM)t
even tell you guys that part yet! - Ali said, once again holding back
tears.   -œAJ and Sam are both Psych majors and they -(TM)re in some other
classes with Andrew.  So they -(TM)re creating an online feedback form that
everyone in class is going to have up on their notebooks during class, and
they -(TM)re supposed to rate different things as they go.  That way they
can track different reactions to the different stereotypes, and different
feelings toward my appearing naked in class, and how those feelings change
over time! -  -œHow are you supposed to present different stereotypes? -
asked Tracey.   -œI mean, you -(TM)re supposed to be naked, right! -  -œI
don -(TM)t know.  It doesn -(TM)t really say specifically.  I don -(TM)t
understand how they can do this!  I don -(TM)t understand how this is
allowed! - The tears finally came.  She didn -(TM)t sob, didn -(TM)t break
down, but she was crying now.  Tracey now took Ali -(TM)s computer and read
out loud.   -œEach week the female project participant, or test subject,
will appear representing a different societal stereotype.  As class meets
twice weekly, this will give the class, or Experimental Group, ample
opportunity to observe and formulate opinions which will be captured using
the online tool previously described.  These stereotypes will be portrayed
through her actions, body art and body hair.  Through the use of fake
tattoos, theatrical makeup and piercings, and body hair maintenance the
same female should be able to successfully portray the five stereotypes
over the decades discussed, including that of 1960 -(TM)s hippie, 1970
-(TM)s go-go girl, 1980 -(TM)s sports girl, 1990 -(TM)s sorority girl, 2000
-(TM)s celebrity debutant (or celebutant), and in the sixth and final week,
of herself with no illusions, makeup or acting. -  -œWell that makes it
clear. - said Monica sarcastically.  -œDidn -(TM)t you say that the
professor wanted to include his other classes? - asked Tracey.  -œOh, my
God!  I forgot about that!  Do you think that means he wants me to just
show up naked at his other classes?  I don -(TM)t even know those people!
-  -œWhat other classes? - asked Steph, shocked.  -œHe -(TM)s got another
class that he teaches.  It -(TM)s later in the day.  God, I hope I have
class then! - said Ali, wringing her hands nervously. At some point Tracey
retrieved a bottle of Jack Daniels from her room, and the four girls talked
and commiserated until well past midnight.  They had made some difficult
decisions. First, the project was legitimate, as embarrassing as it might
be.  Ali even agreed, reluctantly, that if it wasn -(TM)t her, she could
more easily see that it was a valid and worthwhile social experiment.  Once
they had all agreed on that fact, the only thing that really remained was
what Ali would do.   -œI think it boils down to this. - Tracey finally
said, interrupting the endless postulating.   -œYou have two choices, each
with consequences. - She grabbed a pen and a pad of paper off of Monica
-(TM)s desk and made two columns.  At the head of the first she wrote  -œdo
it -, and on the other,  -œdon -(TM)t -.  -œSo what happens if you do it?
- she asked.  -œI -(TM)m totally humiliated, my life is destroyed and I
die of embarrassment. - Ali snapped back.  -œOkay, humiliated. - Tracey
said, writing it down.   -œI don -(TM)t think your life is destroyed, and I
think you -(TM)ll probably live. -  -œRight, so my life won -(TM)t be
destroyed.  My reputation will be.  Everyone will think I -(TM)m a whore.
People will treat me like crap. -  -œI don -(TM)t think so. - said
Tracey.  -œI mean, it will be in class.  The teacher will be there. 
Everyone will know why you -(TM)re doing it. -  -œWhat difference does
that make? - Ali snapped.  -œOkay, so think about if you -(TM)re in acting
class.  Someone -(TM)s supposed to act like a dork and wear his pants
pulled up to his nipples and trip and fall.  It -(TM)s part of a scene you
-(TM)re rehearsing. -  -œYeah, great. - Ali replied.  She wouldn -(TM)t
ever be in an acting class, either.  -œSo it -(TM)s funny, but you don
-(TM)t think he -(TM)s a doofus or anything because you know he -(TM)s
doing it for the scene.  If he just walked into a molecular biology class
or into a party like that, then people would think he -(TM)s a dork, but in
class it -(TM)s okay. - She said.   -œSo!  What does that have to do with
anything? - Ali was not thinking clearly.  The Alcohol and emotion of the
evening were straining her faculties.  -œSo, if you are doing it for the
project, and everyone in class knows you -(TM)re doing it for the project,
then it -(TM)s okay.  No one -(TM)s going to think you -(TM)re a whore or
anything, because they know you -(TM)re doing it as part of the experiment.
If you showed up in your chem class or the cafeteria naked, that would be
different. - Monica finished the point for her. Ali hemmed and hawed, but
could not come up with a good counter argument.   -œBut I -(TM)d have to be
naked! - she finally said.  -œWe didn -(TM)t say it would be easy, we just
said people won -(TM)t think you -(TM)re a whore. - countered Stephanie. 
-œFine.  I -(TM)ll be  -~that naked chick who -(TM)s obviously not a whore
-(TM), then. - The others laughed, and Ali couldn -(TM)t help but see the
humor in what she -(TM)d just said, and cracked a smile.  -œSo what else.
You do it and you -(TM)re embarrassed. - Tracey said, looking at her list.
 -œAnd everyone sees me naked, and I have to go to class with them and see
them around campus, and DOCTOR DICKSON WILL SEE ME NAKED! -  -œOkay, big
con there. - said Tracey, writing down the teacher -(TM)s name.   -œI don
-(TM)t think it -(TM)s a big deal if people have seen you naked, though.  I
mean, I got hammered in high school and flashed a bunch of guys at a party,
and I saw those guys at school and it was a little embarrassing, but not
horrible. -  -œI -(TM)m not you. - Ali said simply, looking down at the
can of Pepsi in her hands.  -œShow us your tits. - said Tracey.  -œWhat?
-  -œI -(TM)ve lived with you for two weeks and you still crawl into your
closet to change, or go into the bathroom.  Show us your tits.  You -(TM)ll
see that it -(TM)s no big deal. -  -œShe doesn -(TM)t even change in front
of you? - asked Monica, dumfounded.  -œNope. -  -œI have to agree, -
said Stephanie.   -œLet -(TM)s see  -~em. -  -œI -(TM)m not showing you
guys my boobs. - Ali replied, blushing deeply.  -œOh, come on! - said
Tracey, lifting her shirt and bra, exposing her breasts.   -œWe -(TM)re all
girls.  No one cares. -  -œYeah. - said Monica, also lifting her shirt
and nodding at Stephanie, who quickly followed suit.   -œIt -(TM)s no big
deal.  Just whip  -~em out. - Ali blushed furiously and averted her eyes.
-œAre you serious? - said Tracey.   -œYou can -(TM)t even look at our
boobs?  I -(TM)ve caught you looking in our room.  Why not now? - Ali felt
her face heat up, and Monica and Steph both laughed quietly.   -œWe look
to. It -(TM)s no biggie. - assured Monica. Ali looked back up at her
friends.  Tracey had pulled her shirt and bra completely off.  Monica and
Steph still had theirs pulled up.  Tracey cupped her breasts in her hands,
lightly pinching her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.   -œThey
-(TM)re boobs.  Just flesh.  Tits.  Funbags.  Chesticles.  Now get  -~em
out! - Ali again looked away.  Tracey crossed the room in less than a
second, and Monica and Steph were right behind.  Together they pinned her
to the bed, and in only a few seconds had stripped her of her shirt.  -œNow
take your bra off or we -(TM)ll do it for you. - Said the still topless
Tracey, nodding to her friends to release Ali -(TM)s arms. Ali sat up
blushing furiously, her arms folded in front of her chest.  -œCome on. -
said Tracey.   -œYou -(TM)ll see it -(TM)s no big deal.  It -(TM)s just us
girls. -  -œCan -(TM)t we go back to the list? - Ali asked. Steph and
Monica looked at Tracey, who shrugged.   -œFine, but we -(TM)re not letting
you off the hook.  You are going to take your bra off before we go back to
our room, or I -(TM)m going to take it off of you and drag your ass kicking
and screaming down the hall topless. - she threatened.  Ali knew she was
joking but flushed all the same. She reached for her shirt, but Tracey
quickly grabbed it and threw it onto the other bed.   -œYou can stay in
your bra until you -(TM)re ready to pull the tits out. - She said, sitting
on both her and Ali -(TM)s shirt and picking up the list and pen once more.
 -œAnd you -(TM)re just going to sit there topless? - Ali asked.  -œTo
prove that it -(TM)s no big deal. -  -œWhy don -(TM)t you go to my class
for me. - she said snidely.  -œBecause of the number one thing on your 
-~don -(TM)t -(TM) list of consequences.  You don -(TM)t do it and you won
-(TM)t get into the PoliSci program. - Tracey replied, writing it down. 
-œAnd if you don -(TM)t you ruin the project for Andrew. - added Steph. 
-œAnd you won -(TM)t be published. - said Monica.  -œAnd you said you
would.  You gave your word. - Tracey said, adding it to the list.  -œSo
the way it stands, you -(TM)ll be embarrassed to do it and Dr.  Dickson
will see your boobs, but you -(TM)ll not get into your major if you don
-(TM)t, ruin the project for Andrew, who probably WILL be president by the
time he -(TM)s 45, lose your chance to be published, and you -(TM)ll be
going back on your word.  Anything else to add to the list? -  -œBut I can
-(TM)t do it! - Ali said, pleading.   -œLook at yourself. - said Tracey,
pulling Ali to her feet and guiding her to the full length mirror on the
back of the dorm room door.   -œYou -(TM)re really cute.  Look at your
body. - Ali was uncomfortable with Tracey -(TM)s bare chest that close to
her.   -œWill you please put your shirt on? -  -œYou are such a prude. -
Tracey said, laughing.   -œLook at yourself.  You have a really cute face.
You don -(TM)t wear makeup and your complexion is perfect.  You have this
incredibly ripped body from all that swimming you do. -  -œYeah. - said
Steph, lifting her shirt to show her own stomach.  I -(TM)m not fat but
look at the difference.  Ali could see what they were talking about. 
Monica, too walked over and lifter her shirt.  All four girls stomachs were
bared, and Ali -(TM)s was the most defined and taught.  Extending down from
her rib cage on either side of her navel was a clear line separating the
muscles.  Disappearing into her jeans she could see the tendons and hip
bones.  Only Tracey had similar definition.  Steph and Monica were both
lean and attractive, but carried a small pudge just at the naval, hiding
any definition of the muscles underneath.  -œAnd you have bigger boobs than
most girls as ripped as you. - added Monica.   -œWhat are you, a B? - 
-œYeah. - Ali said quietly.  -œTake your jeans off.  Let -(TM)s see your
legs. - said Tracey. Ali looked pleadingly at her friend, but Tracey
-(TM)s return glare was stern and unyielding.  Slowly Ali unbuttoned her
jeans and allowed them to slide to her feet.  She was still wearing her
pajama shorts from that morning, which caused the girls to all laugh, and
forced Ali to explain how she had rushed to dress upon realizing how late
she was. Shorts or no, it was clear that Ali had shapely, muscular legs. 
With the jeans out of the way it was clear to see the definition in her
lower abdomen and around her hips.  The shorts were baggier, but it was
still obvious that she had a muscular and tight butt.  She felt very self
conscious and naked standing there like that.   -œNow take off your bra. 
We want to see your tits. - Tracey said. Ali and Tracey locked eyes in the
mirror for close to a minute.  Ali -(TM)s gaze beseeching, Tracey -(TM)s
resolute. Ali slowly reached up behind her, eyes still locked with Tracey
-(TM)s, and unhooked the clasp on her bra.  Bringing her arms around front
she pulled the straps down off her shoulders, pressing the cups tightly to
her chest.  There she froze until Tracey nodded slightly, raising her
eyebrows and glancing down at Ali -(TM)s chest. Their stare finally broken,
Ali closed her eyes and pulled her bra from her chest, fighting her natural
instinct to keep her bare skin covered with her hands.  Her breasts were
round and full with higher set nipples at least two shades darker than the
surrounding skin.  The areola were no larger than nickels, and the nipples
themselves were pinker than the surrounding skin.  Her blush returned and
covered her chest and face.  -œYou have nothing to be ashamed of.  You have
really cute boobs. - complimented Tracey.  -œYou really do. - agreed the
other two girls.  -œCan I get dressed now? - begged Ali.  -œNot yet.  Do
you have panties on under your shorts? - asked Tracey.  -œYes. -  -œYou
sleep in panties and shorts?  Wow. - said Tracey.   -œSince you -(TM)re
wearing panties you won -(TM)t object to dropping your shorts. - 
-œPlease? - begged Ali, hoping to just end this embarrassing ordeal. 
-œThe faster you get them off the sooner I let you have your bra back. -
Tracey replied simply.  Ali looked to the other girls for help, but her
three friends were united.  Sighing, Ali tugged on the drawstring and
allowed the shorts to fall to the floor.  -œThere.  You -(TM)ve seen my
panties.  Can I get dressed now? -  -œKick them off. - said Tracey
simply.  -œWhy do I have to kick them off?  What -(TM)s the difference? -
-œNo real difference, so there -(TM)s no reason to leave them on.  Or I
could just take your bra, t-shirt and jeans and head back to our room. -
She faked a yawn and stretched, thrusting her still bare chest out as she
did.   -œI -(TM)m getting kind of tired. - Ali did not reply, so Tracey
quickly picked up all of the clothes from the floor, and then gathered her
own from the bed.  -œYou -(TM)re not going to walk back topless! - Ali
cried.  It was part question, part hopeful statement.  -œI don -(TM)t care.
- Tracey replied.   -œEveryone -(TM)s probably in bed.  Plus, I can cover
up, - she raised her arms in front of her, pulling the pile of clothing
upward and covering her chest with it.   -œso I -(TM)m fine. - Ali, a
slight look of panic on her face, stepped out of her shorts, kicking them
toward Stephanie, who scooped them up and tossed them into Tracey -(TM)s
arms.  -œAll that -(TM)s left for you to do is to take off those panties.
- Stephanie said.  -œWhat?!  No! - said Ali forcefully.  -œHave it your
way, then. - replied a smiling Monica, reaching for the doorknob.   -œYou
wouldn -(TM)t! - shouted Ali a little too loudly, covering her chest and
dropping to the floor, using her legs and arms to cover as much of herself
as possible.  -œNot if you were naked.  There -(TM)s no way I would open
the door.  Even if the building was on fire I -(TM)d leave the door shut
tight until you had clothes on to cover you up.  But if you -(TM)re in your
panties it -(TM)s no big deal, and if you -(TM)re not even going to see how
it feels to stand naked in front of us, then I think we -(TM)re done
talking about what you -(TM)re going to do about the project. - Monica
said condescendingly, looking at Steph and passing some unspoken signals. 
-œI agree. - replied Steph.  If you -(TM)re not going to work at it, then
I think we should all get to bed.  Goodnight. -(TM) And she made a move
toward the door.  -œDon -(TM)t! - cried Ali.   -œWhy do I have to take my
panties off? -  -œI think we all know that you have to do this.  There
-(TM)s no way out of the project  -" there -(TM)s just too much at stake.
The only downside to doing it is embarrassment and the creepy thing from
Dickey-Dickson seeing you naked.  But there -(TM)s too much riding on it to
let a little embarrassment stop you, and you know it. - said Tracey.  -œSo
stop being such a drama queen.  Just drop the panties and let -(TM)s see
the goods.  We -(TM)ll help you get used to being naked. - finished
Monica. Ali stayed curled on the floor, thinking, for almost a minute.  -œI
do have to do the project, don -(TM)t I? - she said finally.  -œI -(TM)m
sorry.  I don -(TM)t see any other way. - said Tracey sympathetically.  
-œI know it sucks. -  -œCan I practice tomorrow? - Ali begged, looking
up.  -œJust take off your panties, stand up and count to ten, and we
-(TM)ll let you get dressed. - said Monica, much kinder now. Ali looked to
Monica, Stephanie and Tracey, but found no sympathetic eyes.  Slowly she
stood, keeping her arms crossed and hiding her breasts.  In the mirror she
made eye contact with each girl again, and then slowly lowered her arms. 
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her white cotton panties and
pulled them slowly down, hesitating just before her pubic hair came into
view.  Then, closing her eyes, she pushed them quickly to her thighs,
allowing gravity to pull them to the floor. She demurely stepped out of
them after they had fallen to her ankles.  Her arms were clamped firmly to
her sides, her body rigid and hunched slightly forward.  Her eyes were shut
tight, her face scrunched and clearly showing her internal struggle.  She
counted aloud through clenched teeth, barely moving her lips, but at a
moderate pace.  -œ -- nine -- ten. - A full second pause, then she opened
her eyes.   -œCan I please get dressed? - There was a tear about to fall.
Tracey tossed Ali -(TM)s Jeans toward her.  She quickly stepped into her
panties and pulled them up, then pulled on her jeans.  Tracey was standing
ready with her t-shirt, which she gratefully accepted and pulled on.  She
normally would never go braless, but covering her bare chest seemed so much
more important.  -œI -(TM)m proud of you. - Tracey said dropping the rest
of the clothes in her arms onto the bed and pulling her friend into a hug.
Ali cried and hugged back for a moment, then broke the tension.  -œI -(TM)m
hugging a topless girl.  That -(TM)s new. - All four girls laughed as Ali
and Tracey broke their embrace and Ali dried her eyes.   -œI -(TM)m sorry.
I -(TM)m such a freak! - Ali said.  -œYou -(TM)re just shy.  No crime
there. - replied Tracey, pulling her own t-shirt on.   -œWe -(TM)ll help
you, won -(TM)t we? -  -œAs much as we can. - replied Monica and
Stephanie together.  -œThanks, you guys! - Ali said.   -œMaybe I should
drop out and go to that auto mechanic school I always see on TV. -  -œHey,
Mav.  You got the name of that truck driving school? - said Tracey,
laughing.  -œWhat? - asked Stephanie, confused.  -œIt -(TM)s from Top Gun.
I thought that -(TM)s what Ali was doing. - The four girls laughed,
hugged, said their goodnights, and Tracey and Ali walked the empty, quiet
hallway back to their own room together.   -œYou -(TM)re going to have to
get used to showing a little more skin. - Tracey said.   -œYou -(TM)ve got
to appear naked in a classroom in four weeks. -  -œOh, God. - Ali moaned.
 -œDon -(TM)t remind me. -  -œOkay, so we -(TM)ll do little baby-steps. 
Before we go pee and brush our teeth tonight, we -(TM)ll both strip down
and we -(TM)ll wear just our robes and our shower shoes to the bathrooms.
-  -œI -- I don -(TM)t know.  I guess I could do that.  It -(TM)s just so
weird. -  -œI do it a lot.  When I go to the shower I usually strip in the
room.  No different. -  -œBut that -(TM)s you. - Ali replied.  -œAnd it
-(TM)s going to be you in less than a month.  Come on.  First time -(TM)s
the hardest. - Tracey quickly pulled off her clothes and stood with her
arms spread wide as if to say  -œhere I am, take a good look! - Ali walked
toward her closet.   -œNot any more.  You -(TM)re not hiding in your closet
when you change any more.  You don -(TM)t have to stand here like me, but
you can -(TM)t hide, either. - Tracey admonished.   -œI just saw you
naked, so no big deal, right? -  -œI -- I guess. - Ali stammered.  
-œWill you put your robe on?  I feel a little weird with you -- like --
like that. -  -œDoes the nudity make you uncomfortable, or what? -  -œI
feel like a dyke. - Ali whispered.   -œI can -(TM)t stop staring. - She
blushed furiously. Tracey laughed out loud, and grabbed her robe. 
-œAlright, lesbo. - Tracey joked.   -œLet -(TM)s get a look at that body
again.  Everything off. - Ali steeled herself, then slowly undressed.  She
pulled her jeans down, kicking them off her feet and toward her closet,
which was still closed.  Then she pulled her panties off and kicked them
onto her jeans, leaving her standing in only a t-shirt.  Taking a deep
breath she quickly pulled the t-shirt up and off, turning it inside out in
the process.  She clamped it tight to her body for a moment, then tossed it
onto the pile of recently discarded clothes.  Once again her posture was
rigid and hunched.  -œYou need to be more comfortable.  You look so scared
right now.  It -(TM)s just me! - Tracey said kindly.   -œRelax.  Stand up
straight and push your shoulders back. - Ali took another deep breath and
exhaled slowly, trying to calm her nerves.  After a few seconds she was
able to stand straight.  Another few seconds and she was able to allow her
arms to fall more naturally to her sides.   -œCan I please put on my robe?
-  -œThat -(TM)s good enough for now. - Tracey smiled. Ali took the three
steps to her closet, threw open the door and quickly wrapped herself in her
robe.  The girls slipped their bare feet into their shower shoes and
together walked to the bathroom.  -œThis feels so weird. - Ali whispered.
-œWeird good, or weird bad? -  -œWeird -- weird.  I don -(TM)t know.  Like
I -(TM)m doing something really wrong.  Like the same feeling you get when
you -(TM)re sneaking the pint of ice cream up to your room and you don
-(TM)t want your mom to see.  Like you -(TM)re going to get caught at any
second. - Tracey laughed.   -œYou -(TM)ll learn to love that adrenaline
rush, girlfriend. - Back in the room after their trip to the bathroom
Tracey made a suggestion.   -œWhy don -(TM)t you try sleeping in just a
t-shirt tonight?  You -(TM)ll be under the covers, and it will get you used
to the feeling of having less on. - After some quiet deliberation, Ali
agreed.  She had been afraid that Tracey would ask her to sleep naked, so
secretly she was thankful for the shirt.  -œNow turn around, lesbo.  I
-(TM)m going to take my robe off and I don -(TM)t want you getting any
ideas! - Tracey joked.  -œOh, like you -(TM)re my type anyway.  Dream on.
- Ali joked back.  She was full of energy and feeling a bit amped after
the adrenaline rush of the past half hour.  -œOh, you -(TM)d kill for this.
- Tracey said, pulling her robe open and letting it fall from her
shoulders to the floor.   -œYou -(TM)re just too shy to admit it. - 
-œCover that up before I decide to open the door again. - Ali joked.
Tracey pulled on a t-shirt and crawled under the covers of her bed, then
turned to watch Ali.  -œCome on, let -(TM)s see it.  Toss me your t-shirt
and I -(TM)ll let you have it after you -(TM)ve hung your robe all neatly.
-  -œYour robe is in a lump on the floor! - Ali laughed.  -œYeah, but you
-(TM)re neater than me. - Tracey replied.   -œNow get that robe off and
clean up this room! - Knowing that Tracey was trying to help did make it
easier.  Ali shyly pulled the robe off and walked to the closet.  She
fumbled nervously with the hanger, knowing that Tracey was staring at her
bare butt as she did so.  Finally she finished hanging the robe and she
turned to Tracey.  -œI said you were supposed to give me your shirt, first.
Now toss it to me. -  -œI hung up my robe! - Ali pleaded, not making a
move to pick up the shirt.  -œToss it to me or we -(TM)ll never get to
sleep. - Tracey countered.   -œI have a 9 O -(TM)clock tomorrow and I
-(TM)m gonna be fighting to stay awake as it is. - Ali tossed the t-shirt
she had been wearing to Tracey, and stood uncertainly.  -œNow put away your
jeans and the clothes on your bed and I -(TM)ll give this to you. -  -œYou
said I had to hang up my robe! - Ali argued.  -œAnd I said you had to give
me your shirt first.  Now you have to put away your clothes. - Ali stood
uncertainly for a moment, but the desire for cover overcame her desire to
argue, and she quickly folder her jeans and put her dirty clothes in her
laundry basket.  Turning back to Tracey, she was about to speak when her
t-shirt hit her in the face.  -œNow get some clothes on and get to sleep.
Lesbian nudist. -  -œI used to like you.  Can -(TM)t quite figure out why,
now that I think about it. - Ali replied snidely, pulling her t-shirt on
and crawling between the sheets.  The warmth and relative cover was
refreshing. The lightness of Tracey -(TM)s mood and the jocularity with
which she had treated things over the last half hour seemed to ease Ali
-(TM)s burden quite a bit, and to the surprise of both girls Ali slept
soundly. = O = The following day was Thursday, which was one of Ali -(TM)s
busier days as far as classes went.  Nonetheless by 4:00 she was walking
back to her dorm with nothing more to look forward to than homework and the
coming weekend.  Tracey was waiting for her in the room, which was unusual.
Tracey -(TM)s natural extroversion normally had her out socializing if she
wasn -(TM)t required to be in class.  She enjoyed the company of other
people as much as Ali enjoyed solitude, so Ali immediately knew something
was up when she found Tracey sitting alone.  -œHey.  What -(TM)s up?  Why
aren -(TM)t you out somewhere? - Ali asked, closing the door and slinging
her backpack over her desk chair.  -œMon and Steph are worried about you.
- she replied simply.   -œAnd so am I.  We want to help you. -  -œHelp me
with what? -  -œYou -(TM)re doing the project, right? - Ali swallowed
hard, and felt her nervousness return.   -œI hadn -(TM)t thought about that
for the last ten minutes.  Thanks for reminding me. -  -œSeriously.  You
-(TM)re doing it, right? -  -œYeah.  I have to.  I can -(TM)t think of a
way out.  I didn -(TM)t pay attention in half of my classes today trying to
think of a way out.  I guess I could drop out of school.  But short of that
I think I -(TM)m pretty much screwed. -  -œWe think so too.  And it would
totally suck for any of us to have to do it, but it -(TM)s going to be so
much harder for you.  You -(TM)re so  -" I don -(TM)t know what you are. 
It -(TM)s beyond shy.  You -(TM)re so ashamed of your body.  You -(TM)re so
embarrassed.  I -(TM)m afraid if you just show up in class a month from now
without being prepared you -(TM)ll run away screaming, or faint, or
something. - Ali laughed nervously.  She stood for a moment, then felt
self conscious and began tidying her desk.   -œI don -(TM)t see any other
way. -  -œWe didn -(TM)t either.  So we want to help you. -  -œHow?  Are
you going to take turns being the naked girl in my class for me? - Ali
asked hopefully.  -œThat wouldn -(TM)t really work.  Dr.  Dickhead expects
you to do it.  So do Andrew and the guys.  You -(TM)d have to tell them you
-(TM)ve chickened out or something. -  -œBut if I found replacements -- -
 -œ -- who aren -(TM)t in your class and who aren -(TM)t part of that
program.  It wouldn -(TM)t work even if we wanted to. -  -œI know.  But I
-(TM)ve been thinking all day.  There has to be a way out. -  -œIf you
think of anything I -(TM)ll be right there with you, but until you do I
think we need to prepare you for the first class. -  -œWhat do you mean 
-~prepare -(TM) me? - Ali asked nervously, sitting on her bed while
absently holding a pad of paper she -(TM)d moved four times already. 
-œWell, we all talked about it and we think you need to get a little more
comfortable with your body.  So starting tonight you -(TM)re going to spend
an hour naked in the room -- -  -œNo, I -(TM)m not. - Ali said
forcefully, standing up and cutting her roommate off mid sentence.  -œYou
are too.  You need to get used to it.  If you -(TM)re going to go into a
classroom full of people and strip, you have to be comfortable with it. -
Ali knew she was right, but continued to fight.  She couldn -(TM)t admit it
to herself.  -œThink about it. - Tracey said.   -œOne hour, before
bedtime. Just me. - Ali nodded, but did not reply.  She set the notepad on
the desk, then slowly aligned the corners with the edges of the desk. 
Finally she sat on the bed.  -œI -(TM)m going to go out for a while.  I
-(TM)ll come back and get you for dinner.  You wanna eat with us? -  -œI
guess. - Ali mumbled.   -œI -(TM)m sorry this is all happening to you. -
Tracey said kindly.   -œI -(TM)m not trying to be mean.  I just think you
need help, and it -(TM)s the only way I know how. - Ali was staring at her
own feet when she heard the door close.  She knew Tracey had left the room
even before she looked up to confirm it.  She kicked off her flip flops and
laid down on her bed. She knew Tracey was right, and she knew she was only
trying to help.  After half an hour of internal debate she resolved to try.
She would spend one hour before bed naked tonight.  She planned on getting
to bed early.  11:00 or midnight at the latest.  She had an early class
tomorrow.  Midnight.  She -(TM)d go to bed at midnight. All through Dinner
Ali -(TM)s mind was noticeably elsewhere.  She missed jokes, often didn
-(TM)t notice when she was being spoken to, and only picked at her food. 
Steph, Monica and Tracey all knew exactly what was on her mind, and allowed
her to retreat inwardly. As was the Thursday ritual, the girls were going
to watch Survivor.  Ali pulled Tracey aside to speak privately.   -œI
-(TM)ll try it.  From 11 to 12 tonight. - She couldn -(TM)t bring herself
to say  -~I -(TM)ll get naked -(TM), so she trusted that her friend knew. 
-œGood choice.  I was going to bring the entire football team in here to
hold you down and strip you if you had turned me down.  I think it -(TM)s
better this way. - Tracey -(TM)s natural sense of humor and open, honest
attitude did more to calm Ali -(TM)s nerves than anything else.  She, of
course, knew that Tracey was joking.  The way she -(TM)d said it, Ali
pictured herself fighting off a dozen football players, tossing them across
the room as easily as she would a tennis ball.  Tracey really was a good
friend. Ali was only partially present most of the evening.  She caught
bits and pieces of the shows, but could only vaguely remember what they had
even watched.  At 10:30 she found that Tracey was making their excuses and
escorting Monica and Stephanie out of the room.  She was so grateful that
what was to happen shortly had remained a secret, and that Tracey, true to
her word, was keeping it just the two of them.  -œOkay, - Tracey said.  
-œLet -(TM)s not make this a big production.  We -(TM)ll just hang out and
play a game tonight.  What do you want to play? - Ali thought for a
moment. Playing a game would probably be good.  It would keep her mind off
of things.   -œYou wanna just play cards or something? - Tracey got the
cards from her desk.  Ali stood nervously for a moment, then slowly started
to undress.  She pulled her t-shirt up and off of her head and tossed it to
her laundry basket.  She kicked off her flip flops and then pulled her
jeans down, stepping out of them and folding them before placing them on
the floor in front of her closet.  She grabbed her robe and placed it on
her bed, then turned to face Tracey.  She already felt self conscious
standing in her panties and bra.  -œI feel so stupid doing this. - she
confessed.  -œI -(TM)m not exactly running around broadcasting it. -
Tracey replied.   -œBut it -(TM)s the only way I can think of to help you,
and as weird as it seems we have to get you more confident so you don
-(TM)t end up pissing yourself your first day of class. - Ali giggled
slightly at the visual.  Tracey marveled at how Ali -(TM)s abs popped when
she laughed like that, and at just how in shape her friend was.  -œSo strip
on down and let -(TM)s play some cards! - Tracey said.  -œI know I said I
would.  It just feels weird. - Ali said.  -œAre you going to make me call
the football team? - Tracey flashed her mischievous smile.   -œNow just
rip off the Band-Aid. - Ali closed her eyes and quickly pulled off her
bra, then tore her panties down and stepped out of them.  Her face blushed
brightly as she stood naked in front of her roommate. Ali -(TM)s round,
firm breasts were slightly flushed with her embarrassment and her nipples
stood erect.  They were longer than Tracey -(TM)s, and seemed to pull the
already taught skin of her breasts tighter.  Her flat stomach looked
somehow more feminine with the breasts above bared.  Her waist narrowed
from the ribcage to her naval, and her abdominal muscles followed that
contour, creating two natural lines that seemed to point at an angle
downward toward a convergence.  The tendons in her hips were also directed
inward and down so that it seemed there were three bright arrows all
guiding the eye directly to the dark blonde tuft of hair that was no more
hiding the cleft of her vagina than would a sheer drape hid the sunlight
streaming in on a summer day.  Somehow Ali looked more feminine and
attractive than she had the night before.  Tracey found herself staring. 
-œYou seem more comfortable than you did last night. - She commented
finally.  -œI -(TM)m not. - Ali countered.  -œWell, you look it, and that
-(TM)s something, anyway.  Sit down.  Let -(TM)s play cards. - Tracey sat
on the carpet in the middle of the room, crossing her legs. Ali looked
uncertainly at the floor.   -œCan -(TM)t we sit on the bed or something? -
 -œSure, I guess. - Tracey said brightly.  Standing back up, she walked
over to her own bed, pulled the covers tight and sat at the head, leaning
her back against the pillows and the headboard.  Once again she sat
crosslegged. Ali turned to her own bed and grabbed her pillows.  She set
them against the footboard of Tracey -(TM)s bed and sat demurely against
them, her legs drawn under her and her knees tightly held together. 
-œRummy? -  -œI don -(TM)t care. - Tracey shuffled and dealt. The two
girls talked and played cards for the next hour.  Ali found that, while she
didn -(TM)t get used to her nudity, she did feel a bit less self conscious
about it by the end of the evening. All along Ali had realized that this
was a weird situation to be in.  She knew that Tracey preferred being with
a group of people, but was sacrificing her evening to help Ali out, and she
knew that the situation had to be less than comfortable for Tracey, too. 
Granted, not as uncomfortable as for Ali, but still a sacrifice.  
-œThanks. - Ali said.   -œI know this has been weird for you.  But I think
it helped me.  I don -(TM)t feel as stupid as I did earlier.  So thanks. -
 -œWhat are friends for? - Tracey said, joking.   -œIt -(TM)s midnight. 
Go put your robe on and we -(TM)ll go brush our teeth. - Ali again felt a
slight rush, as though she was doing something wrong.  Her bare skin under
the robe seemed to feel more alive, her senses heightened as she walked
down the hall to the bathroom.  It seemed heightened tonight because her
roommate was walking at her side wearing jeans and a t-shirt, highlighting
Ali -(TM)s nakedness and vulnerability. Back in the room Tracey asked  -œdo
you want to sleep in just a shirt again tonight? -  -œYou -(TM)re giving
me a choice? -  -œSure.  You can also sleep naked. -  -œI -(TM)ll wear
the shirt, thank you. - Tracey walked to Ali -(TM)s closet and selected a
t-shirt.   -œThis will be your night shirt until Sunday. -  -œThat -(TM)s
my smallest shirt!  It only comes to my belly button! - Ali complained. 
-œOr you can sleep naked. - Tracey said simply.  -œAnd if I refuse both?
-  -œYou asked me to help you, and that -(TM)s what I -(TM)m doing.  You
need to trust me.  I -(TM)m not going to make you do anything you -(TM)re
not ready for.  Think about tonight.  You already said that you felt better
after we did it.  I know what I -(TM)m doing.  Now just trust me, okay? -
Ali thought for a moment, then nodded slowly.  -œGood.  Now hang up your
robe and I -(TM)ll give you your nightshirt. - Ali turned and walked to
her closet.  There she pulled the robe off and kicked her shower shoes off
her feet, and turned to face her roommate.  Tracey was already sitting in
bed, the covers pulled up to cover her lap.  Her jeans were on the floor
next to her bed and she was pulling her bra off under her shirt.  This
movement highlighted to Ali just how naked she was, and she felt her face
flush once more. Once Tracey had discarded her bra onto the floor, she
pulled Ali -(TM)s t-shirt from behind her.   -œCome over here and put this
on.  I want to see how it looks on you. Ali walked toward her roommate,
feeling even more self conscious in doing so, until she stood next to the
bed.  Tracey handed her the shirt, which she immediately pulled on.  The
bottom hem ended about an inch below Ali -(TM)s naval.  It was probably the
most revealing top that she owned, since she normally did not like to wear
such clothes.  She had bought it to wear to swim practice in the summers,
over her team uniform.  With the dark blue one-piece racing suit under her
shorts and t-shirt she felt more covered, and the cute, tight t-shirt made
her feel more like one of the girls.  Now, standing in front of her
roommate with the thin cotton material stretched across her otherwise bare
breasts, her hard nipples pushing outward and clearly visible, and her bare
pussy and butt now more prominent than before due to the coverage above she
felt utterly humiliated.  -œYou look really cute. - Tracey said simply.  
-œThe guys would definitely say you look hot. - And with that Tracey
pulled the covers up and slid down in the bed, turning onto her side.  
-œGoodnight. - Ali walked to her own bed and climbed in, then turned off
the light and lay awake long after hearing Tracey -(TM)s breathing rhythms
change, indicating her roommate was asleep.  She had said Ali looked  -~hot
-(TM).  That was something Ali had never been called in her life.  At least
not that she knew of.  Ali knew that she was cute, and knew that she had an
okay body, but had never thought of herself as  -œhot -.  Now Tracey had
said that she was.  She was trying to figure out if Tracey had meant it.
Ali awoke as the door shut.  Tracey had just returned from the bathroom. 
She was wearing her robe, and Ali could see her t-shirt peeking out. 
-œGood morning. - Tracey said brightly.   -œYou slept well again. - 
-œNot really.  I couldn -(TM)t fall asleep for like an hour last night. -
-œHow come? -  -œI don -(TM)t know.  I was just thinking about stuff. - 
-œWhat kind of stuff -- or do I even need to ask. -  -œNo need to ask. -
-œWell get up and come with us to breakfast.  We don -(TM)t have class
until 9, so we -(TM)ve got an hour.  I -(TM)m meeting Andrew and the girls
at the cafeteria. -  -œI don -(TM)t know. - Ali said tentatively. 
-œBullshit.  I do know.  Get up. - Tracey was across the room in a flash,
and had pulled the covers off her roommate and thrown them all on the floor
at the foot of the bed.   -œNice pussy. - Ali screamed, then laughed.  
-œThat was just mean! -  -œYeah, I -(TM)m a real bitch.  Now give me your
night shirt and go brush your teeth! -  -œWhat? -  -œI -(TM)m holding on
to your night shirt every day.  You have to take it off when you get up. 
If I -(TM)m not here you put it on my bed.  Then you can put on your robe
and go pee and stuff.  Then you can get dressed.  Every morning from now
on. -  -œAnd if I refuse? -  -œThen you -(TM)re a bitch.  We talked about
it.  You told me I could help you.  You said you -(TM)d listen.  Are we
really going to have this argument every time I tell you to do something?
-  -œDoesn -(TM)t it seem weird? - Ali asked.  -œNo weirder than last
night, and we -(TM)re both still alive. - Tracey replied.   -œIt -(TM)s
going to get harder before it gets easier.  Baby steps.  Last night was an
hour.  This morning will be a few minutes.  Next week it will get harder.
But nothing you can -(TM)t handle.  I promise. - Ali pulled her t-shirt
off and tossed it to her friend.  -œPut it on my bed. - Tracey said,
tossing it back and returning her attention to the mirror and her makeup.
Ali sighed and crossed the room.  She folded the shirt and put it on the
center of Tracey -(TM)s bed, then turned and walked to her closet.  She
retrieved her robe, stepped into her shower shoes, and then headed to the
bathroom.  A few minutes later she was back in the room finding Tracey now
fully dressed for the day.  At her roommates instruction she had hung her
robe, pulled her hair into her ubiquitous pony tail, and had made her bed.
-œCan I get dressed NOW? - she asked, frustrated.  -œJust bra and panties.
- Tracey replied.   -œYou can put your jeans on after Steph and Monica
show up. -  -œWhat? - she asked, incredulous.  -œWe -(TM)re going to have
to ask them for their help.  You have to get used to being naked with more
and more people if you -(TM)re going to do it in a classroom with 40 pairs
of eyes on you. - she replied, somewhat exasperated.   -œSo you -(TM)re
going to start slow.  When they get here I -(TM)ll let them in.  You can be
by your closet so no one in the hall can see.  We -(TM)ll tell them that
you -(TM)re doing the project and that I -(TM)m helping you get used to
being naked, and we -(TM)ll ask them for help.  Then you can put on your
jeans and your shirt and we can go. -  -œI don -(TM)t know. - Ali said
quietly, staring at the ground again.  -œAnd we need to have a long talk
this afternoon about this.  I -(TM)m not going to talk you into everything.
It -(TM)ll drive me crazy.  I promise not to make you do anything you
-(TM)re not ready to do.  But you need to trust me. -  -œI trust you.  I
really do. - Ali replied earnestly.   -œBut it -(TM)s really hard for me.
-  -œI know, but I -(TM)ll make it easier.  I promise. -  -œOkay. - Ali
said.   -œThank you. - She selected a pair of black cotton panties.  They
were the only style she owned, and she -(TM)d never really thought about it
before now.  She had two black bras, neither of which was cute.  She
wondered why she cared about a cute bra for the girls.  As she stood in
indecision there came a knock on the door.  She started and stared at
Tracey, who motioned for her to hurry.  She slammed her drawer shut and
dashed to her closet, pulling her bra on as quickly as she could while
Tracey opened the door.  -œCome in for a minute.  We -(TM)re not quite
ready. - Tracey said. Monica and Stephanie walked into the room.  Both saw
Ali at the same time, and stared in a bit of shock.  -œBefore you say
anything, let me explain. - Offered Tracey.   -œShe -(TM)s doing the
project. -  -œWow. - Said Monica.  -œBallsy. - Agreed Steph.  -œSo I
-(TM)m helping her overcome her shyness.  She spent an hour naked last
night while we watched TV and played cards.  She -(TM)s going slow, and we
-(TM)re hoping you two can help her get used to more people. - Monica and
Stephanie both laughed.   -œSo you guys are just hanging out naked at night
now? -  -œJust Ali. - corrected Tracey.   -œAnd what do you need us for
again? - asked Monica.  -œShe just needs to get used to being naked in
front of people.  I think she -(TM)s starting to get comfortable with me,
so we need to bring you guys in. -  -œSure, we -(TM)ll help! - both said,
almost together.  -œPerfect! - said Tracey cheerfully.   -œIsn -(TM)t that
nice of them, Ali? -  -œYes.  Thank you. - Ali replied quietly. Monica
and Stephanie laughed as Ali pulled on her jeans and t-shirt.  She put her
notebook into her backpack, pulled on her hoodie as Tracey pulled a
sweatshirt over her head, and the four girls headed off to the cafeteria,
Tracey, Monica and Stephanie all laughing together while Ali walked a pace
behind with a nervous, embarrassed feeling in the pit of her stomach. She
was quiet throughout breakfast, and mumbled a halfhearted  -œgoodbye - as
she headed off to class fifteen minutes earlier than was required.  The day
seemed to fly past, and once again Tracey was waiting alone in their room
when Ali returned from her last class of the day.  -œSo you think more
about what we talked about this morning? - asked Tracey after the girls
greeted one another and Ali had hung up her backpack and hoodie.  -œAbout
what? -  -œAbout how I don -(TM)t want to have to debate every time I ask
you to do something.  If you want my help you have to trust me. -  -œI
know.  I -(TM)m sorry.  I -(TM)m just -- I don -(TM)t know.  I -(TM)m just
not comfortable with it.  I don -(TM)t even hang out naked at home when I
-(TM)m alone.  I get out of the shower and I get dressed in the bathroom.
-  -œYou don -(TM)t even wear a robe into your room at home?  Jesus!  I
just wrap a towel around my boobs, make sure it -(TM)s covering most of my
ass, and run to my bedroom! - Tracey replied.  -œSee, I -(TM)m just not
like you at all. -  -œWell, we -(TM)re trying to fix that.  You have to be
more like me than I am in order to get your good grade in this class.  You
have to be able to act like you -(TM)re comfortable, even if you -(TM)re
not.  And the only way to do that is to practice.  It -(TM)s going to get
really old for both of us if I constantly have to remind you of that. - 
-œI know.  I -(TM)m sorry.  I can try. -  -œWould it make it easier if I
told you ahead of time what I wanted you to do?  Then you could come to
grips with it and be ready when the time comes. -  -œI don -(TM)t know. 
Maybe that would be easier.  But then I -(TM)d dread what was coming. - 
-œEither way you know it -(TM)s coming.  This way you know exactly, rather
than kind of. -  -œI guess. -  -œOkay, we -(TM)ll try it.  Tonight we
-(TM)re all going to want to go to a party.  You should really come with
us. In fact I -(TM)m telling you that you have to.  It -(TM)ll be good for
you to get out with people. - Ali didn -(TM)t reply, but nodded slightly,
so Tracey continued.  -œWe -(TM)re going to hang out here before we go, and
have some shots.  You can wear your jeans and a nice sweater to the party,
but you have to be naked while we -(TM)re in the room doing shots.  We
-(TM)ll all sit on the floor and play dice for shots.  You -(TM)ll just be
naked.  Then we -(TM)ll all get ready to go and you can get dressed and we
-(TM)ll go.  It -(TM)s what we -(TM)re doing, so get used to the idea.  I
-(TM)ll tell Steph and Monica after dinner and they -(TM)ll be cool with
it. - Ali was too embarrassed and nervous to reply, so she just nodded. 
She spent the rest of the afternoon preparing herself for what was to come.
After dinner Steph and Monica followed the girls back to their room.  -œSo,
what?  Does she just, you know, strip now? - asked Monica.   -œThat -(TM)s
about it. - replied Tracey.   -œWhat else would she do? -  -œI don -(TM)t
know.  Isn -(TM)t she supposed to be all hippie -- something -- when she
strips in class? - Stephanie asked, dancing around and waiving her arms. 
-œI don -(TM)t think we -(TM)re there yet. - replied Tracey.   -œBut you
-(TM)re right.  Before class she has to figure out how she -(TM)s going to
strip.  And we need to go to that second hand clothing store and pick up a
hippie dress or something for her. -  -œI have the perfect pair of sandals
she can wear. - offered Monica.   -œThey -(TM)re Birkenstocks.  My mom
bought them for me for school, but I -(TM)m not a lesbian so I -(TM)d
rather not wear them. - Even Ali laughed.  -œOkay, so you go get your
drinks and stuff and get ready and then meet us back here in half an hour.
- Tracey said. Stephanie and Monica left the room and Ali sat on her bed,
still silent.  -œYou -(TM)ll be fine.  It sucked the first time you
undressed in front of me, and you lived.  You -(TM)ve just got to push
yourself. - Ali nodded.  -œSo do you want to strip once they get back, or
already be naked? - Ali looked up.   -œI guess it would be easier if I was
already -- you know. -  -œSay it. - Tracey teased.  -œNaked. - Ali
retorted sarcastically.  -œMuch better.  Maybe I -(TM)ll get you to call 
-~em  -~tits -(TM) by the end of this, too. - Both girls laughed as Ali
started undressing.  She left her jeans and panties, which were a clean
pair she -(TM)d put on after her shower after class, on the bed.  She found
a nice sweater and a clean bra that she laid out with them, and decided on
a pair of Diesel jean shoes with brown socks. She realized that she still
had twenty minutes to wait for the others to come back, but knew that if
she tried to dress until then Tracey would likely get exasperated.  She
also reasoned that her feelings of unease were what she was trying to get
over, and staying naked in front of Tracey now would make it easier when
the others showed up.  -œHow do you play dice for drinks? - Ali asked. 
-œIt -(TM)s called Chase, and it -(TM)s pretty easy.  Everyone sits in a
circle on the floor.  Come here. - She sat on the floor, and Ali quickly
realized that the only comfortable way for her to sit for the next hour
while drinking would be cross legged.   -œTracey.  I can -(TM)t sit on the
floor naked.  I can -(TM)t keep my legs together. -  -œSounds like a
problem I had back in junior year of high school! - Tracey laughed.  -œNo,
I -(TM)m serious. -  -œSit down and get over yourself. - Tracey
admonished. Blushing, Ali sat and crossed her legs, keeping her hands in
front of her now spread pussy.  Tracey laughed at her friend -(TM)s
modesty.  -œYou -(TM)re going to need to move your hands to play, so just
get used to it. -  -œOkay, so you and I both get a die.  Assume Mon is on
your left and Steph is on your right.  So you and I both roll as fast as we
can.  If you roll a six you have to take a shot.  If you roll a 5 the
person on your right, or Steph, drinks.  If you roll a 4 Mon drinks.  You
roll a 3 or a 2 and nothing happens.  If you roll a 1 you pass the die to
your left.  I -(TM)m doing the same thing.  The game keeps going until one
person gets stuck with both dice. -  -œWhat happens then? - Ali asked. 
-œWell, in high school you -(TM)d have to take something off.  We used to
play strip.  Let -(TM)s just say you have to do two shots. -  -œYou really
used to play strip games? -  -œHell, yeah! - Tracey replied.   -œAll the
time.  There -(TM)s a whole group of us who were all naked all the time. -
 -œThat -(TM)s insane.  I didn -(TM)t know people really did that! -  -œI
don -(TM)t know about people, but me and my friends did a lot.  Started
before high school.  Pretty tame back then, but then when we found alcohol
we started getting wilder. -  -œSo you -(TM)ve seen guys -- and
everything? -  -~Oh my God.  You are.  I thought you were, but then I
thought there -(TM)s no way.  You -(TM)re a virgin, aren -(TM)t you? - Ali
blushed but didn -(TM)t reply.  -œI -(TM)m sorry.  That was mean.  I -(TM)m
just surprised.  I -(TM)m sorry.  I -(TM)m a bitch, aren -(TM)t I?  I
-(TM)m sorry. -  -œStop apologizing. - Ali finally said.   -œJust don
-(TM)t tell anyone. -  -œI promise.  I -(TM)m sorry. -  -œYou apologize
once more and I -(TM)m going to make you play naked shotglass dice with me.
- Ali said, grinning.  -œOh, you -(TM)d have a lot of trouble getting me
naked! - Tracey retorted.  -œSounds like all I -(TM)d really need to do is
bet you something. - Ali replied back.  -œOhh -- now who -(TM)s all
bitchy! - Just then there was a soft knock on the door.  Ali jumped up and
ran to her closet as Tracey asked  -œWho -(TM)s there? -  -œIt -(TM)s us.
- replied Monica -(TM)s voice.  -œJust you two? -  -œJust us. - Tracey
opened the door and allowed their friends inside.  Ali was blushing anew,
covering her body with her arms.  -œWow.  She -(TM)s really doing this, isn
-(TM)t she? - Asked Steph.  -œShe is.  So let -(TM)s play dice! - said
Tracey, kindly sparing Ali from awkward questions. The girls took their
places on the floor and Tracey walked through the rules again in more
detail, throwing a couple of practice rounds.  Monica and Steph had brought
a bottle of Southern Comfort to share, and Tracey and Ali were, yet again,
drinking Jack Daniels.  Tracey had retrieved four Pepsi -(TM)s from the
fridge. As the game went on the girls occasionally made remarks about Ali
-(TM)s state of undress, especially when a die found its way between her
legs, or when she spilled Jack Daniels down her chin and onto her breast,
but for the most part left her alone to just get used to being naked.  For
her part, Ali did grow slightly more comfortable over the hour that they
played, but never to the point of no longer feeling self conscious.  At
10:00 Ali announced the time.  -œOkay, you -(TM)ve been naked long enough.
You can go ahead and get dressed.  When we get back from the party same
deal.  We -(TM)ll all sit up and talk for a while before bed.  You -(TM)re
naked while we do it. - Tracey announced.  Ali was about to argue when she
recalled their deal, so she simply nodded slightly.  She stood and dressed
in awkward silence as the other three girls watched.  -œYou guys wanna go?
- asked Ali as she finished tying her shoes.  -œI want to pee first. -
said Tracey.   -œI hate going in the frat houses when I don -(TM)t have to.
- The four girls went to the bathroom and then were off to the party.  It
was Ali -(TM)s first experience at a frat house.  She -(TM)d had beer
before, but never from a plastic cup, and never in the quantity that it was
flowing there.  She had been tipsy when they left the dorm, but at 3:00
when they arrived back she was positively drunk.   -œWe gotta get you
naked! - Steph was shouting as they climbed the stairs.  -œShh --hhh! -
Ali admonished, giggling uncontrollably.   -œDon -(TM)t tell no one. - 
-œTell anyone that you have to do your naked practice?! - yelled Monica. 
-œNAKED PRACTICE!!! - yelled Tracey, laughing out loud and sitting on the
top stair, unable to continue both walking and laughing so hard.  -œShut up
you guys! - Said Ali loudly, still laughing.  Then, getting into the
spirit herself, she continued at the same volume,  -œI don -(TM)t want
anyone to know that Ali Cawood is going to be stripping off all of her
clothes and practicing being naked naked NAKED! - Tracey was now laughing
so hard that she fell down two more stairs.  Stephanie had slumped against
the wall, and Monica was holding onto the railing to keep herself upright.
They were all unable to speak through their gales of hilarity.   -œWhat the
hell are you guys doing? - Andrew had just opened the door to the
stairwell.  He was barefoot and dressed in basketball shorts and a t-shirt,
and his hair was pointing every which way.  It was obvious he had been
woken by the girls, who all found this sight hilarious and redoubled their
laughter.  Andrew, attempting to take charge of the situation, grabbed Ali
by the arm.  She had been closest to the door, and was therefore the
easiest to take.   -œCome on, let -(TM)s go to your room. - He said. 
-œDon -(TM)t forget to make her do her naked practice! - shouted Monica,
forcing the three girls into a new fit of hysterical laughter. Ali nearly
fell upon hearing this.  She laughed out loud at first, then lost her
balance and toppled into Andrew, who was barely able to hold her up. Tracey
scrambled to her feet.   -œI think that -(TM)s an excellent idea.  Naked
practice. - She was still laughing and bounced off Monica and then the
wall before finding her way through the doorway. Ali was only partially
paying attention to what was being said, and the laughter was quite
contagious.  Monica and Stephanie found their feet and the group of five
staggered their way down the hall.  As they passed Monica and Stephanie
-(TM)s room, Andrew said  -œYou two are home now.  I -(TM)ll take Ali and
Tracey the rest of the way. -  -œNo way I -(TM)m missing naked practice.
- chortled Stephanie, causing Monica to laugh unexpectedly and almost
fall. Tracey passed Ali and Andrew and opened their dorm room door.  -œTell
Andrew about naked practice. - Tracey said to Ali. Monica and Stephanie
were absolutely giddy with anticipation. The adrenaline of the evening and
the alcohol had temporarily subdued Ali -(TM)s shyness, and she turned to
Andrew.  -œYour perverted little project is to making me get naked in
class. - She slurred drunkenly.   -œAnd so I -(TM)m not a naked person,
normally.  I mean I am always dressed.  In clothes. - Andrew was staring
blankly at her, wondering what she was trying to say.  Tracey, Monica and
Stephanie were laying on Tracey -(TM)s bed locked in silent fits of
giggles.  -œSo you, mister smarty guy with your project - Ali continued,
poking him in the chest with her finger and swaying dangerously on her
feet,  -œare making me get my clothes off.  And so I have to practice
because I don -(TM)t take my clothes off. -  -œYou have to practice taking
your clothes off? - Andrew was a very smart man.  He was just so taken
aback by the entire situation that his mind had not yet caught up with what
was happening around him.  -œI know how to take my clothes off. - she
said, staggering slightly.   -œBut I don -(TM)t do it with other people. 
So now I have to practice with other people so I don -(TM)t pee in class.
- Tracey fell off the bed laughing upon hearing this.  Andrew -(TM)s
attention was temporarily diverted, but he finally understood.  Ali was
nervous about being naked in class for the project, and the girls were
helping her get over her discomfort by allowing her to spend time being
naked with them.  -œWhat do you mean  -~pee in class -(TM)? - Tracey tried
to reply, but couldn -(TM)t get the words out.  -œTracey says that I
-(TM)ll get scared and pee. - Ali said matter of factly.  It was a lot
like talking to a three year old. New gales of laughter from the girls were
met with an outright laugh from Andrew now.  He understood her meaning  -"
that Tracey had likely said  -œyou -(TM)ll be so scared you -(TM)ll piss
yourself. - He could hear Tracey saying exactly that in his mind, but he
was suddenly realizing just how funny this entire situation was.  -œSo it
-(TM)s time for naked practice, Ali! - Tracey called, trying to catch her
breath. Without a word Ali pulled her sweater off and tossed it on the
floor.  She quickly unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down, along with
her panties, straight to her ankles.  This caused her to topple over,
because she had not removed her shoes. Andrew was in shock, but the girls
were all laughing hysterically once more.  Ali was kicking in vain at her
pants in an effort to get them off past her shoes, which was next to
impossible.  Andrew, meanwhile, was staring directly at her naked pussy as
she twisted and kicked her feet, causing her legs to spread and close.  It
seemed to him the most erotic thing he -(TM)d ever seen. After a moment he
came to his senses.   -œHold still. - He grabbed a foot and pulled the
shoe off.  Then the other.  Ali was so relieved as she was now able to
extricate herself from the tangled, inside out mess that was her pants and
panties.  She reached behind her and pulled her bra off, tossing it
directly at Andrew, and then pulled herself to her feet.  -œNaked practice!
- she said triumphantly.  It had all come out as a single word with the
emphasis on  -œNA -, and a silent  -œd - in the middle.  -œNice socks! -
called Tracey, still laughing. Ali looked down.   -œOops! - She lifted her
foot as she bent forward and once again landed on her butt on the floor. 
She had grabbed the sock by the toe end on the way down, and was now
pulling as hard as she could.  Andrew silently watched the sexy young girl
tugging at her sock.  All of her muscles were working, and he could see
each one as it strained.  Her breasts were gently bouncing in time with her
movements, and the position of her legs as she strained futilely against
her socks opened her pussy for him to see quite clearly. After almost a
full minute she had succeeded in removing the first sock.  She was out of
breath and panting, but went to straight to work on the second.  This one
she removed from the top down, turning it inside out in the process. 
-œThat -(TM)s a lot of work! - she said simply, and she flopped onto her
back to rest, giggling anew.  -œSo how long have you been doing naked
practice? - Andrew asked, staring down at his naked and very sexy looking
friend.  -œYesterday. - replied Ali drunkenly.  -œSince yesterday? - 
-œMmmm. -  -œAnd how is it going? -  -œI don -(TM)t like to be naked. -
she replied.  -œBut you -(TM)re naked now. -  -œMmmm -  -œDoes it bother
you that I -(TM)m here? -  -œYou -(TM)re the project. -  -œI -(TM)m what?
-  -œIt -(TM)s your pervert.  The project is the per -- you made me do the
naked.  I -- -  -œI -(TM)m the one who came up with the project and is
making you do the naked practice? -  -œMmmm. -  -œI -(TM)m sorry. - 
-œSo what.  I don -(TM)t care.  I -(TM)m still naked.  All you have to be
is sorry.  I have to let people see my naked. -  -œYour naked? -  -œMe
naked.  Shut up. - Andrew noticed that the laughter had stopped.  Monica
and Stephanie were sound asleep on the bed, and Tracey was sleeping on the
floor where she -(TM)d landed.  He looked back to Ali.   -œDo you want me
to help you into bed? -  -œMmmm. -  -œAli? -  -œMmmm. -  -œYou gonna be
okay? - She whined slightly.   -œI -(TM)m gonna pee. -  -œIn class?  It
-(TM)s going to scare the piss out of you? -  -œNo! - she laughed,
waiving her arm drunkenly.   -œI -(TM)m going to puddle the floor. - Then,
propping herself slightly on her elbows, whispered.   -œI drank a lot
tonight.  I have a full bladder. - and started giggling, falling onto her
back again. Andrew looked around the room.  Seeing nothing immediately
handy he opened her closet door.  There he saw her robe hanging and he
pulled it down.   -œLet -(TM)s put you in your robe. - He said. She
allowed him to pull her arms into the robe, and then pull her to standing
with almost no resistance and only slightly more balance.  He pulled the
robe around her and tied the belt.   -œWait right here. - He said to her.
He turned and gently shook Tracey -(TM)s arm.  He shook harder.  Tracey was
out cold.  He tried Monica, and then Stephanie.  He could rouse none of
them sufficiently; all three were completely unconscious.  Ali had wandered
to the door and was trying to pull it open, and swaying dangerously as she
did.  Andrew feared that if he left her alone too long she would fall, and
didn -(TM)t want her to be alone, so he gently took her arm and led her out
the door.  Using one of her shoes he propped the door open so he didn
-(TM)t need to find a key, and he walked her down the hall to the bathroom,
supporting her with his hands on her arm.  -œWe -(TM)re here.  At the
bathroom.  You should go inside and pee.  I -(TM)ll wait for you and take
you back. - He said kindly.  -œOkay! - she said brightly.  She stumbled
through the doors, and he heard some bumbling as she staggered into a wall.
Then he heard the door of a stall bang.  Then silence. One minute passed,
and then another, and Andrew knocked on the door.   -œAre you okay? -
Hearing no reply he pushed the door open slightly.   -œAli?  Are you okay?
- He heard soft giggling and knew it was Ali -(TM)s voice.   -œTracey!  C
-(TM)mere Tracey.  I need your help. - He looked wearily around, but at
3:30 in the morning the halls were empty.  He pushed the door open and
stepped into the girls bathrooms.  They were laid out very similar to the
boys, but reversed.  The sinks were to the right, stalls to the left, and
beyond were the individual showers.   -œAli? - he called softly. 
-œTracey. C -(TM)mere. -  -œIt -(TM)s not Tracey.  It -(TM)s Andrew. 
Tracey is asleep. - he called nervously.  -œC -(TM)mere. - Tentatively he
walked toward the sound of her voice.  He found her sitting in the second
stall, hunched over and giggling madly.  She had untied her bathrobe but
not pulled it up.  When she sat, she sat right on the back of her robe, and
had peed all over it.   -œI peed! - she giggled.   -œOn my robe! -  -œI
see that. - Andrew replied, unsure of what to do.  -œI couldn -(TM)t stop
peeing. - She informed him.  -œOkay -- -  -œWill you get me my robe? -
Ali asked.  -œYou -(TM)re wearing your robe. - Andrew replied.  -œIt gots
pee on it. -  -œYes. - Ali stood quickly, falling against the wall of the
stall and steadying herself by grabbing the toilet.  The robe was wet and
heavy, and Andrew could now see that her legs and feet were all wet, too. 
-œI peed on my robe! - Ali laughed, pulling the robe off and dropping it
half in the toilet, half on the floor.   -œI gotta take a shower.  Get me
my robe. - Ali staggered past Andrew and toward the showers. Andrew
gingerly picked the robe out of the toilet and dropped it in one of the
sinks.  He heard a shower turn on in the back of the room and hoped Ali
would be okay.  He quickly left the bathroom and sprinted back to the girls
-(TM) dorm.  All three girls were still unconscious, and try as he might
the only reaction he was able to get was for Tracey to groan her
displeasure at being roused, and to have her completely and soundly back
asleep mere seconds later.  He found Tracey -(TM)s robe in her closet, and
picked it up.  Then, thinking quickly, he opened Ali -(TM)s closet and
found a towel.  He also saw her shower basket and decided she -(TM)d need
soap. He dashed quickly back to the bathroom and knocked gingerly on the
door.  When no reply came, he poked his head in.  He could hear Ali calling
for Tracey from the shower.  She sounded like she was in trouble.  He made
his way quickly back, following the sounds of her voice to find her sitting
on the floor with cold water pouring on half of her body.   -œIt -(TM)s
cold! - she said, whining, reaching futilely toward the faucet. Andrew
reached in and adjusted the water temperature, then deciding her need was
greater than his, reached in and helped her to her feet.  He was drenched
by the time she was standing. He handed her a tube of body wash and
instructed her to wash herself.  The night had been a combination of erotic
and scary, but as he leaned back to dry himself he couldn -(TM)t help but
watch her as she began caressing her skin with the soapy water and he
realized just how incredibly sexy she was.  This had turned out to be the
single most erotic night of his life.  -œI have to pee! - shouted Ali
giddily.  She squatted slightly and fell against the back wall of the
shower, and suddenly he was watching her pee.  -œI need toilet paper. -
She said stupidly, looking around.  -œYou -(TM)re in the shower. - Andrew
reminded her.  -œOhhhhhh yeahhhhhh! - she said, and started giggling
again, rubbing her pussy vigorously with water from the shower. After she
had most of the soap washed off of her body Andrew reached over and turned
off the shower.  He handed her the towel, which she immediately dropped on
the wet floor.  -œOops! - Andrew retrieved the towel and dried her body,
trying to remain respectful of his friend, but not denying himself his
first-ever feel of a woman -(TM)s breast, either.  For her part she
willingly offered herself to his ministrations, being as cooperative as
poor equilibrium and the seemingly excessive amount of gravity in the room
would allow.  He then wrapped her in Tracey -(TM)s robe, gathered up her
things and wrapped her urine soaked robe in the now wet towel.  She was now
very sleepy, and Andrew had to all but carry her back to her room, holding
her shower basket, towel and wet robe in one hand.  -œYou -(TM)re my best
friend, Tracey. - Ali mumbled pulling him into a hug that almost toppled
the pair onto the floor.  -œI know. - Andrew replied. He walked her back
to her room, helped her inside and laid her down in her bed.  He turned off
the light, kicked the shoe from the door, and went to his own room.  There
he relived the events of the last 45 minutes in his mind, and masturbated
twice. ++++ Stephanie was the first to awake.  She was slumped against the
wall with her head at an odd angle and her feet dangling off the bed, and
she finally realized how uncomfortable she was.  She discovered where she
was after a few moments of confusion, and reached over to shake Monica
awake.  The two decided to try to move Tracey into her bed before leaving,
and then returned to their own room to go back to sleep. Tracey woke again
just after ten with an urgent need to use the ladies room.  She had put
away 2 glasses of beer since the last time she -(TM)d peed, and that was
over seven hours ago.  The noise she made leaving the room woke Ali. 
-œThanks. - Ali said to her as she came back into the room.  -œThanks for
what? -  -œFor last night.  I don -(TM)t remember all of it, but you
helped me.  Thanks. -  -œHelped you what?  I don -(TM)t remember helping
you. -  -œYou took me to the bathroom.  I peed on my bathrobe.  You helped
me shower, I think.  You gave me your robe. -  -œWow.  I don -(TM)t
remember any of that.  You peed on your bathrobe? -  -œI sat down on it
without lifting it up. - Tracey started to laugh then grabbed her head.  
-œI don -(TM)t remember anything.  We left the party and walked back here.
And then I woke up. -  -œI remember leaving the party.  We were all
laughing in the stairwell.  Then I peed on my robe. - Ali was struggling
to remember.  -œOh, yeah.  The stairwell.  We were giving you crap about
naked practice.  And Andrew came in all pissed off that we woke him up. -
Ali sat bolt upright in bed.   -œANDREW! - she screamed.  -œWhat? -
Tracey said, holding her head.  -œAndrew walked me to the bathroom.  I peed
on my robe and he helped me shower.  I -- oh, God!  I thought it was you!
-  -œWhat? -  -œI think I thought it was you, but it was Andrew! - she
repeated, panic in her voice.  -œWhat was Andrew? - asked Tracey, still a
bit foggy and confused. Ali explained as much as she could remember. 
Tracey tried not to laugh, but wasn -(TM)t entirely successful.   -œWe have
to go talk to Andrew.  Find out for sure. -  -œKill me instead. - Ali
replied.   -œI can -(TM)t go talk to him. -  -œWe have to.  He -(TM)s
going to see you naked anyway.  He -(TM)s in your class.  He -(TM)s on your
project team.  So now he saw you sooner. -  -œHe saw me piss all over
myself. - Ali replied, holding her head in her hands.  -œSo what. 
Everybody pees.  He pees.  He poops, too.  Big deal. -  -œYeah.  You
invite him into the bathroom with you. -  -œNext time I -(TM)m so drunk
that I think he -(TM)s you, I -(TM)ll pee on my bathrobe. -  -œI -(TM)m
just going to die, I think. - Ali said.  -œLet -(TM)s go talk to him. -
Ali got up and took off Tracey -(TM)s robe.  She saw the tangle of clothes
on the floor, including her panties tied up in the legs of her inside-out
jeans.   -œWhat the hell was I doing last night?  Did Andrew undress me? -
 -œI don -(TM)t remember anything after the stairs. - Tracey reminded her.
Ali pulled out a clean pair of panties and a pair of sweat pants, pulled on
a sweatshirt and the two girls left the room.  Andrew was not home.  -œLet
-(TM)s go have breakfast, then. - suggested Tracey.  -œWhat if he -(TM)s
down there?  I have to talk to him in private. -  -œOh, for -- - Tracey
cut herself short.  Andrew came out of the stairwell carrying his laundry
basket.  Neatly folded on top were Ali -(TM)s robe and one of her towels.
He invited them inside, and when he discovered that Ali could remember only
bits of the night before, was reluctant to provide details. Ali begged.  
-œI need to know.  I -(TM)m already humiliated, but it -(TM)s so much more
humiliating thinking of what might have happened.  Did we -- -  -œGod no!
- Andrew said.  With a bit more prompting he recounted the entire story
for the girls.  He left out certain details, trying to save Ali -(TM)s
dignity somewhat.  Most of what he told them Ali remembered upon hearing. 
-œWell, I guess you -(TM)re going to be invited to naked practice sooner
than we had planned. - Tracey said once the story was finished.   -œI
think it -(TM)s safe to say that Ali has no secrets from you now. - Ali
blushed furiously but said nothing.  -œTell me about this  -~naked
practice, -(TM) now that you -(TM)re coherent. - Andrew requested. Ali and
Tracey told him some of the story.  They left out the part where Ali had
fallen asleep reading the proposal and then agreed to do something when she
didn -(TM)t know what it was.  They made it sound as though the agonizing
over if she could do it took place before she agreed to the project.  -œI
-(TM)m just so shy normally, and it -(TM)s just not like me to do something
like this. - Ali concluded.  -œIt -(TM)s not like anyone to do this, but
that -(TM)s part of the project.  There -(TM)s a whole psychology aspect to
this, along with the political and social.  There -(TM)s the psychology of
the people witnessing it, and how their views are going to change over the
six weeks that you -(TM)re naked in class, and there -(TM)s the psychology
of how they -(TM)re going to view the different stereotypes that you
portray, and the psychology of how you -(TM)re going to deal with the whole
thing, and how your views and opinions will change over the six weeks. - 
-œThe stereotypes.  That reminds me. - Ali said quickly.   -œWhat the hell
is all that about?  How am I going to act out all of the different
stereotypes? -  -œWe just had the basics. - Andrew replied.   -œWe were
hoping you could help us come up with the specifics. -  -œI guess I can
help you with that. - Tracey offered.  Ali gratefully accepted, unsure of
how she would get through this without her new friends. = O =  -œAnd Andrew
is going to be joining us for your naked practice? - Monica was still in
disbelief, even though Ali and Tracey had filled them in on the events of
the night before.  -œYeah.  Because you guys can -(TM)t hold your liquor
and pass out, I end up making a total ass of myself in front of Andrew. 
Naked. -  -œHey.  At least we had the sense to pass out.  But you -(TM)re
the one who wanted to go to the bathroom. - Tracey replied.  -œShut up. -
said Ali.  The girls laughed.  -œSo we going out again tonight? - asked
Tracey.  -œNot so much.  We -(TM)re staying in.  Maybe have a few, but
nothing major. - replied Monica.   -œI talked to Andrew.  He -(TM)s going
to hook us up. - said Tracey.  -œWhat? -  -œHe -(TM)s got a couple of
friends.  Over 21.  He -(TM)s hooking us up.  You can pay me back some
other time. - Andrew arrived at Ali and Tracey -(TM)s room after dinner.
He had three 6-packs of Mike -(TM)s Hard Lemonade and bottles of Southern
Comfort and Jack Daniels.  For himself he had a six pack of beer.  He
helped put it all in the refrigerator and then left, promising he -(TM)d be
back in a while.  -œDo I really have to do this in front of Andrew? - Ali
asked.  -œAre you really doing this again?  You agreed that you wouldn
-(TM)t make me explain every time.  Besides, he -(TM)s already seen
everything.  He -(TM)s helped you shower.  He -(TM)s washed pee out of your
robe.  You can consider yourselves friends now.  In some countries you
-(TM)d be married. - Ali blushed but didn -(TM)t argue.  By 9:00 Monica
and Stephanie had arrived, and Andrew was back.  The first thing that
everyone noticed was that Ali was wearing a pair of men -(TM)s boxer shorts
and a short t-shirt.  Tracey had insisted that she should start dressing
differently, at least around the room, to help her overcome her body issues
and shyness.  She had loaned Ali a pair of boxers that she sometimes wore
when lounging, and had given her the t-shirt that she -(TM)d been wearing
as a night shirt. Tracey nodded, and Ali cleared her throat.  -œTracey
wants me to try to get more confident, so I have to explain everything
tonight, too. - she said.  She was speaking quietly, but loud enough for
everyone to hear in the room.  Nonetheless, Tracey asked her to speak up. 
-œSo tonight I -(TM)m going to have to be naked until midnight.  Tracey
thinks I need to go longer than one hour from now on to push myself.  So we
-(TM)re going to hang out here and drink and play games and stuff, and I
have to get undressed.  If I have to go to the bathroom I can put on these
shorts and this t-shirt and my flip flops.  Nothing else.  The minute I get
back to the room I have to undress again before I can pick up my drink or
play games or anything. - Everyone was smiling by the time she -(TM)d
finished.  Tracey nodded again, and Ali closed her eyes, took a deep,
fortifying breath, and pulled her t-shirt off.  She then pushed her shorts
down and stepped out of them, leaving her naked once again in front of her
friends.  -œAnd now I -(TM)m supposed to explain how I -(TM)m going to do
the sixties hippie thing. - Ali said, blushing furiously.   -œTracey says
that I shouldn -(TM)t shave any body hair for the next month, until the
first class of the project.  I -(TM)ll look like a total hippie from the
sixties with hairy legs and armpits. -  -œYour bush will be out of
control! - laughed Monica.  -œThey all were back then. - replied Tracey
sensibly.   -œWe -(TM)re going for realism. -  -œI don -(TM)t think I
could do it. - said Stephanie.   -œNot shaving for a month and then
letting a whole bunch of people see? -  -œWell, I don -(TM)t think you
have to do either. - said Ali coldly.  -œI -(TM)m sorry.  That was mean.
- said Monica. There was awkward silence for a moment until Tracey called
the group to action.  They all sat on the floor and played the dice game
for a while.  Stephanie was the first to need to use the bathroom, and
Monica decided to join her.  Ali hid behind the door while they left. Half
an hour later Ali had to pee, and after they all made jokes with her about
not peeing on her clothes, she left.  She had that same feeling, as though
she should not be seen in clothes like these, as she walked nervously to
the bathroom.  She encountered a couple of people, none of whom seemed to
even give her a second glance.  Most of the girls around the dorm wore
similar clothes; shorts and t-shirts were almost the leisure time uniform
of the entire student body.  She assumed that as winter drew closer and the
temperatures fell that the shorts and t-shirts would be replaced with
flannel pants, sweat pants, and sweat shirts. When she returned to the room
all eyes were on her, and all conversation stopped.  They were all waiting
to watch her strip once again.  Blushing, she pulled her t-shirt off,
kicked off her shoes and pulled her pants down, finally stepping out of
them.  -œYou guys suck, you know that? - she asked.  -œWe -(TM)re just
trying to help. - Said Tracey.  -œYeah, but you -(TM)re getting some sick,
twisted pleasure from it, too. - Ali replied.  -œMaybe, but that just
makes it a bonus all around. - Ali took her place on the floor and they
continued playing dice.  -œSo what is Ali going to wear to get to class? -
Monica asked a while later.  -œWe have to go get something for her. - said
Andrew.  All the guys on the project said we should go in on whatever she
needs to buy.  Twenty-five percent each.  It -(TM)s only fair. -  -œOnly
fair that I have to pay for some of the stuff for this project AND be the
only one on the project team who has to get naked? - Ali said indignantly.
 -œHey.  You get to keep the stuff after the class is done.  I think it
-(TM)s fair. - Andrew replied. Ali, not a big fan of confrontation, said
nothing. At midnight Tracey allowed her to put the shorts and t-shirt on,
and by 1:00 the small party had broken up.  There were still four Mike
-(TM)s remaining, two beers, and the bottles of whiskey remained unopened.
After the group had left Tracey made Ali remove her shorts before helping
to tidy the room before bed.  She shed the shirt once again, wearing only
the robe to the bathroom to brush her teeth and pee before bed.  -œYou can
sleep naked tonight. - Tracey said.   -œYou were only supposed to keep the
shirt until tomorrow, anyway, and you wore it on and off all night, so it
-(TM)s time it got in the wash. - Ali wanted to argue but by now knew that
she would lose anyway.  She hung her robe in the closet and crawled into
bed. The next day was Sunday, and the girls slept late.  They woke in time
for lunch, and then decided to go into town to look for hippie clothes at a
second hand store.  Andrew had a car on campus, so he offered to drive
them. They found a great floor-length white sun dress with spaghetti
straps. It was a heavier cotton, and wrinkled.  It wasn -(TM)t quite Ali
-(TM)s size, but Tracey said she could have one of her friends in the
theater department alter it for her.  With Monica -(TM)s Birkenstocks it
would work fine. Monica also found a miniskirt that was Ali -(TM)s size,
and a cute cropped halter top.  Ali wanted nothing to do with them, but
Andrew pointed out that they would work well for either the sorority girl
or the celeb-utant.  -œCelebutard is more like it.  Why not just call that
one  -~whore -(TM). - Ali said, sulking.  The mini skirt was short, and
the cropped halter was tight and revealing.   -œThis thing is more like a
sports bra than a shirt you were in public. - She complained.  -œIt -(TM)s
fine. - Tracey said.   -œLooks good on you. - They bought the clothes and
headed back to the dorm.   -œI think you should model the outfits for us -
Tracey said cheerfully while they were driving back.   -œI tried them on in
the store. - Ali complained.  -œBut I think we -(TM)d like to see them in
the dorm.  Andrew, what do you think? -  -œI -(TM)d like to see them
again. - he replied.  -œFine. - Ali pouted. They got back to the dorm and
all went to Andrew -(TM)s room.   -œTime for your fashion show! - Tracey
sang.  -œFine.  Give me the bag. -  -œWhy?  I -(TM)ll give you the first
outfit when you -(TM)re ready. - Tracey replied, grinning.   -œNow get
ready! - Blushing, Ali began to strip.  To think that only a week before
she never even wore shorts except on the hottest days, and even then only
at home, and now she was undressing in front of people on an almost daily
basis. Tracey handed her the mini skirt first, and once she -(TM)d slipped
it on had her model it.  Then she handed her the halter.  Once they had
seen that outfit she removed it and handed it to Tracey, and was handed the
white dress.  It was wrinkled even more after having been in the bag, but
Tracey claimed that made it look more  -œhippie-ish -.  In the store she
-(TM)d tried it on over her t-shirt, but now, without a shirt or bra on
underneath it was obvious just how much the dress didn -(TM)t fit her.  The
shoulder straps were too long, and the bust too large, so almost every
movement caused one or the other breast to pop out.  -œThis is never going
to fit! - Ali complained, trying in vain to keep herself covered, much to
the amusement of Tracey and Andrew.  -œI -(TM)ll get one of my friends who
works with wardrobe for the plays to fix it.  It -(TM)ll be fine. - Tracey
assured her. By the following weekend Ali -(TM)s extreme embarrassment had
grown beyond humiliation.  Not only was she still mortified to be
undressing in front of her four friends on a daily basis, but her body hair
was causing her further distress.  Her legs looked scraggly, and although
she had never maintained her pubic hair to the standards of a porn star or
stripper, she at least had trimmed herself.  She now had sparse, short
blonde hairs surrounding the entire area.  Her leg hair was most thick on
her calves and shins, and seemed to naturally thin the higher it grew on
her thighs.  The hair was fine and lighter blonde on her legs, so from a
distance it appeared that she had shaved legs and an unkempt pubic area.  
-œI absolutely can -(TM)t do it this way! - Ali was complaining to Tracey
before bed one night.  It was now standard that Ali was nude any time she
and Tracey were alone, or any time they were with just the small group.  
-œI look like Bigfoot -(TM)s sister! -  -œI think that -(TM)s part of the
experiment.  To prove that regardless of the social attitude toward a nude
girl in class, that hygiene and grooming play a part in the acceptance. -
-œDoesn -(TM)t make it easier. - Ali pouted.  -œMy friend from wardrobe
can finally work with you tomorrow on the dress.  You can also look through
some of the costumes and maybe borrow one if you need to for some of the
other stereotypes.  And you can look at the costume jewelry and now they
can make it look like you have pierced nipples or whatever.  That could
maybe be a good touch for one of them. - Tracey said this as though it
should be a welcome bit of good news to serve as a distraction from her
problems.  -œThanks. - Ali replied halfheartedly.  -œYou -(TM)re welcome.
- Tracey said, still cheerfully.   -œWe -(TM)ll go Friday night.  A couple
of my Theater friends are working on the play and like to hang out and
drink back stage.  It -(TM)s a cool place. -  -œYou didn -(TM)t tell your
friends about my project, did you? - Ali asked apprehensively.   -œOf
course I did.  They needed to know why they -(TM)re helping you. - Tracey
replied. Ali blushed, but did not reply. Tracey mentioned their plans to
Andrew who insisted on tagging along.  He wanted to be sure that everything
would be set for the first class of the project, which was now two weeks
away.  They arrived at the theater and entered through a plain metal door
in the back of the building that Ali didn -(TM)t know existed.  They walked
along a short, darkened corridor toward the sound of music and voices, and
found themselves in a storage room behind the main stage.  The term 
-~storage room -(TM) was probably inaccurate, because this was more like a
storage warehouse.  The ceiling was as tall as that of the main theater,
probably three stories.  Entire sets from the current production were all
there, supported from the ceiling on cables and pulley -(TM)s.  Somehow the
large sets could be moved on and off the stage using these pulleys and
wheeled dollies and carts that seemed to be everywhere.  There was a large
area that seemed to be dedicated to building and maintaining the different
sets.  There was a long workbench containing dozens of tools, only a few of
which Ali recognized.  To one side of the room was a partitioned area
containing row after row of clothing racks, all labeled, wrapped in
plastic, and catalogued.  Ali had later learned that there was a computer
database that contained all of the information about the costumes.  A
previous class had photographed each costume and catalogued each by the
production, style, period, color, size and gender, as well as certain
key-words.  A search could be run for any of the fields or all of them, and
would return a row number and section to find that garment.   -œHey,
Tracey! - called a voice from nearby.   -œHey, Darren! - Tracey called
back.  Two guys were sitting on a long couch drinking beer.  Ali wondered
how she had failed to notice them.  -œThese are my friends that I was
telling you about. - Tracey said, walking over to them.   -œAli, Andrew,
this is Darren, Tim and Jer. - Darren was a bit frumpy, wearing baggy
cargo pants and a sweatshirt.  He had long, curly and messy light-brown
hair and wire rimmed glasses.  Tracey explained that he was a fantastic
makeup artists, and told how he -(TM)d made her look like she was 90 years
old, adding wrinkles and using clay to reshape her nose and ears, and how
he -(TM)d been able to blend it all together to match her skin tones.  -œI
saw pictures of that. - Ali confirmed.   -œIt looked amazing! -  -œIt
-(TM)s fun when it -(TM)s something like that.  Just doing makeup can get
boring, but it -(TM)s part of the job. - Darren shrugged. Tim -(TM)s
blonde hair was neatly combed, and his face looked very young.  He stood a
few inches taller than Ali, lean and unassuming.  His father was a tailor,
and he planned on taking over the family business.  He was majoring in
business management to get a good feel for that side of the business, and
had joined the theater department as a place to exercise his skills in
fashion design, which was his minor. Jeremy preferred to be called Jer.  He
was very tall, almost six foot five, with jet black hair and dark skin.  He
looked a little like Tiger Woods, but with a darker complexion and without
the Asian influence.  He was muscular, although a little pudgy, and in his
chinos and button down short-sleeved shirt looked a little dorkier than his
stature would indicate.  He was one of the set designers in the theater
department, and was majoring in architecture.   -œI like to design the sets
because it helps me understand function in my designs. - he explained.  
-œSometimes you have to create a concept drawing of a building or a room,
and doing the lighting and the decorating in theater helps me understand
colors and stuff for those drawings. - Ali pulled Tracey aside as Andrew
accepted a beer from Jer.   -œYou didn -(TM)t tell me they were guys.  And
why is Jer here? -  -œI didn -(TM)t think it mattered.  They -(TM)re
friends of mine who can help you out.  And Jer is a really good artist.  I
think he can help. - Tracey replied, opening two of the Mike -(TM)s Hard
Lemonade bottles they had brought with them.  -œIs there going to be anyone
on campus who doesn -(TM)t know about this stupid project? - Ali asked
dejectedly, taking a sip from her drink.  -œDid you really think that the
girl showing up naked to class was going to be a big secret after the first
day? - Ali had known this all along, of course, but hearing it vocalized
for the first time was jarring nonetheless.   -œWhere -(TM)s this dress you
need me to alter? - Tim asked. Tracey pulled the white dress out of the
bag she was carrying.   -œI see what you -(TM)re talking about. - Tim
said.  -œI think I can sew some beads on here to make it look a little more
60 -(TM)s, too. -  -œThat would be great. - Andrew said.   -œI want her
whole look to feel very flower-child. -  -œWe can do that. - said Darren.
 -œNo problem. -  -œLet -(TM)s start with the dress, I guess. - Said Tim.
 -œYou can go over by the wardrobe room and put it on.  I -(TM)ll get it
all measured up and ready to alter.  Did you bring the shoes you -(TM)re
going to wear with it? -  -œNo. - Said Ali.   -œI didn -(TM)t think to.
-  -œOh.  Well how high are they? -  -œYou mean heel?  There -(TM)s no
heel.  They -(TM)re sandals.  Basically flip flops.  Leather. -  -œOkay,
that -(TM)s good.  Just come out barefoot so I can make sure it -(TM)s the
right length. - Ali and Tracey walked back to the wardrobe area together.
There Ali kicked off her shoes and socks and pulled off her jeans.  She
still hated the sight of her pubic hair sticking out of the leg of her
panties.  She pulled off her shirt and reached for the dress, but Tracey
pulled it away.   -œYou -(TM)re not wearing it with a bra. -  -œJust for
the fitting. - she pleaded.  -œThe straps will look stupid. -  -œBut my
boobs fall out of this dress.  I can -(TM)t go out there without a bra
underneath. -  -œThey -(TM)re going to see your boobs eventually.  Why not
now? -  -œWhy do they have to see my boobs? - Ali said, shocked. 
-œBecause they -(TM)re helping you.  Because they -(TM)re going to help you
with your dress and your fake tattoos and your fake piercings.  Please don
-(TM)t argue with me again. - Ali dropped her gaze to the floor, and
reached behind her.  She put her bra on the pile of clothes on the floor,
and Tracey handed her the dress.  She was silently thankful that she was
allowing her to keep her panties on.  She reached up to her shoulders and
pulled the spaghetti straps up, raising the dress a few inches off the
floor and tightening it around her now securely covered breasts.  She had
her upper arms pressed firmly against her chest, ensuring that the newly
grown hair in her armpits was not visible, and followed Tracey back out.
Tim rose to greet them.  He had placed a small wooden platform a few feet
in front of the couch that he motioned for Ali to stand upon.  It would
raise her off of the floor and make it easier for him to work.  -œOkay, let
the dress hang naturally and put your arms down at your sides. - he
instructed. Ali looked pleadingly to Tracey.  -œShe -(TM)s nervous because
it doesn -(TM)t fit her right and her boobs pop out of the dress. - Tracey
said.  -œOh. - said Tim a little nervously, unsure of what to do with that
information.  -œBut I told her that you guys were all helping her, and that
you were eventually going to be doing her fake tattoos and piercings, so
she shouldn -(TM)t be so upset about you seeing her boobs. - Tracey
continued.  All four guys smiled, and Andrew nodded.   -œSo let -(TM)s get
that awkward moment over with. - Tracey continued.  She stepped behind Ali
and took hold of the straps, instructing her friend to lower her arms. 
After a few moments she complied, and a moment after that allowed her arms
to hang more loose and natural.  Tracey then released the straps and pulled
them down Ali -(TM)s arms to her elbows, allowing the dress to drop to her
naval.   -œSee.  They -(TM)re just boobs.  Now you -(TM)ve all seen them
and Ali can get on with the fitting. - Andrew was smiling, but the other
three guys were dumbstruck at the sight.  Tracey held the dress there for a
few moments, then pulled the straps back up and hung then on Ali -(TM)s
shoulders.  The thin material of the spaghetti straps was all that was
covering either nipple as Tracey walked around to take her seat on the
couch with the three guys, allowing Tim to work. Tim stepped forward.   -œI
think the first thing we need to do is adjust the straps. - He opened a
small box and pulled out two clips.  He walked behind her and pulled one of
the straps back, then clipped it, doubled over itself, to the back of the
dress.  Then he did the same with the second strap and second clip, and
returned to the front to look.  He made some small adjustments and seemed
satisfied.  The dress between the straps was flat and straight across,
although large and obviously designed for a woman with much bigger breasts.
The new length of the straps put the fabric of the dress about an inch
above her nipples.  The scoop on the side and looseness of the fabric still
meant that her breasts were not at all contained, however.  -œRaise your
arms straight out to your sides. - Tim instructed, mimicking the motion
himself. Ali blushed but did as told. The three guys seemed a bit stunned
by the hair in her armpits, and she closed her eyes to the embarrassment. 
-œShe -(TM)s not allowed to shave until after the first week of the
project.  -œAndrew explained.  He then went on to explain much of the
project detail, including the different stereotypes she would be required
to portray. Meanwhile Tim was tugging on either side of the garment to
understand how much extra fabric was present.  This caused one breast or
the other to keep popping out the side of the dress.  -œSo many questions.
- said Jer, interrupting Andrew.   -œSo she has to be all these different
things.  I thought she was going to be naked? -  -œYeah, well she -(TM)s
going to show up in class dressed in some costume or something that will
help portray the stereotype before she strips. - Andrew said.  -œAnd then,
her attitude, her hairstyle, her pubic hair style, and the fake piercings
and tattoos that you guys are going to help her with will all have to give
the right image. - Tracey added.   -œShe -(TM)s got to strip in class? -
-œYeah -- - said Tracey.  -œWow. -  -œWow. - agreed Tim, who was now
kneeling in front of Ali and checking out the length of the dress.  -œSo
how do you decide you -(TM)re going to do some crazy crap like this? -
asked Jer.  -œIt was kind of decided for me. - Ali replied, looking down.
-œI got kind of talked into it and then it was too late to back out. - 
-œShe -(TM)s really shy, so we -(TM)re helping her. - interrupted Tracey.
Andrew and two other girls from the dorm and me are all letting her spend
time getting used to being naked in front of people.  Hopefully she -(TM)ll
be more comfortable in two weeks when the first class is.  Otherwise she
-(TM)s going to freak out completely. -  -œSo you just hang out, and she
runs around naked? -  -œYeah.  We play drinking games or do homework or
whatever.  Usual stuff.  She just tries to get used to being naked. - 
-œWhat room you in again?  I can be over every night. - joked Tim, now
walking slowly around Ali to ensure that he -(TM)d taken all of the correct
measurements.  -œNo, thanks.  We -(TM)re good. - said Ali quickly. 
-œActually it -(TM)s not a bad idea.  There are almost 60 people in your
class.  We do need to expand our group if you -(TM)re going to get
comfortable. - Interrupted Tracey.  -œI -(TM)m really fine. - Ali said. 
-œIf you were really fine you wouldn -(TM)t care. - Tracey argued.   -œYou
claim you -(TM)re comfortable with 60 people seeing you naked in class, but
you -(TM)re not fine with these 3 guys seeing you naked here.  If you were
really fine with the 60 you wouldn -(TM)t care about these 3. - Ali opened
her mouth a few times, but could not find words to argue.   -œIt -(TM)s
different. - She said finally.   -œI don -(TM)t see that it -(TM)s
different, and you put me in charge of your training. - Tracey replied.  
-œWe might just take you up on that, Tim. -  -œThen count me in, too! -
said Jer.  -œYeah.  I -(TM)m game. - added Darren.  -œYou -(TM)re all
done. - Tim said suddenly, closing his case with a snap.   -œI need the
dress for a few days.  I can alter it in about fifteen minutes.  It -(TM)s
going to be really easy.  But I think I can embroider some flowers and
stuff onto it to make it look more sixties.  I need to look up some styles
on the internet.  The fit will be really easy, though, and I think it
-(TM)s a good basic dress. -  -œAwesome. - said Tracey, jumping up and
walking around Ali.   -œDoes she need to be really careful taking it off,
with all the chalk marks and the pins and clips and stuff? -  -œI need all
of those to alter it, so she should be careful, yes. - Tim replied.  -œLet
-(TM)s get it off of you now then, so we -(TM)re sure we don -(TM)t ruin
it. - Tracey said. The two girls locked eyes; Ali -(TM)s were urgently
pleading, and Tracey -(TM) quietly insistent.  After a few moments Ali
dropped her gaze, and Tracey lips curled up slightly in an almost
imperceptible smile.  This was getting almost too easy, and Tracey found
she was enjoying herself more than she -(TM)d originally thought she would.
 -œArms up! - Tracey said cheerfully, walking around behind her friend.
Ali slowly raised her arms, embarrassed to show her hairy pits, and
humiliated that she was about to be stripped to her light blue cotton
panties, her pubic hair growing out the sides. Tracey slowly and carefully
lifted the dress up and off of Ali, revealing her inch by inch to the
hungry eyes of the watching guys.  Ali finally dropped her arms to her
sides as the dress slid off her head.  -œWhoa, she -(TM)s growing hair
everywhere. - Jer laughed. Ali blushed, but Tracey laughed.   -œShe hates
it.  She -(TM)s so looking forward to the next few weeks when she can
finally trim it up. -  -œCan I go put my clothes on? - asked Ali.  -œI
think the guys offered to help you with your naked practice. - Tracey
replied condescendingly.   -œWhy don -(TM)t you take your panties off and
go get your drink. - Ali stalled for a moment, then gave in to the
inevitable.  She pulled her panties down and off, then stepped off the
platform and picked up her drink.  Tracey and Tim had taken the last two
seats on the couch, leaving Ali to stand, unsure where to go or what to do.
 -œSo how is she going to be undressing in class? - asked Darren, not
taking his eyes off the naked girl in front of him.  -œWe haven -(TM)t
practiced that yet. - Tracey confessed.   -œI figure that -(TM)s my job. I
-(TM)m the actress, so I have to teach her how to act like the different
things she needs to be.  I was going to start that tomorrow. -  -œWhat did
you have in mind for the hippie? - asked Andrew, genuinely curious. Tracey
got up and danced around slowly, waiving her arms in the air as though they
were branches on a tree caught in a gentle breeze.  She moved fluidly
around, turning slowly and seeming to glide around the small area.  -œYou
think you can do that, Ali? - she asked after a few moments. The next half
hour was like Ali -(TM)s personal version of hell.  She was naked, in front
of three guys she -(TM)d just met, Andrew and Tracey, and was trying to
learn to move like Tracey did; which did not come natural for her.  By the
end of that half hour they all claimed to have seen a drastic improvement.
-œLet me sew up this dress really quickly and see how it looks that way. -
Tim offered, jumping to his feet and picking up the dress.  There was a
sewing machine off to the side on a table, and true to his word, just under
fifteen minutes later he handed the finished dress to Ali.  She gratefully
pulled it over her head and into place.  It fit perfectly.  It was still a
little loose, but now safely and completely covered her breasts.  The body
hung straight and plain, barely dragging the floor, just as it should.  
-œIt -(TM)s perfect! - said Andrew.  -œIt really looks great! - agreed
Tracey. Ali then repeated her moves, flowing and swaying as Tracey had
taught her.   -œIt looks really good with the dress! -  -œDefinitely. -
Everyone agreed that she was finally doing it well.  -œNow why don -(TM)t
you practice that?  Go over into the wardrobe room and come out, like you
-(TM)re entering the classroom.  Act all hippie-like, and move around and
when you get over here take the dress off, but keep moving. - Ali couldn
-(TM)t have been more embarrassed.  Being forced to be naked in front of
all of these guys was hard.  Being forced to practice what amounted to
dancing, while naked, in front of them was worse.  Now she was being asked
to strip while dancing in front of them, just after she -(TM)d finally
gotten her clothes back. Blushing fiercely and feeling a cold sweat
starting, she walked over to the wardrobe area and stared longingly at her
discarded clothes, laid neatly in a pile on the floor where she had removed
them earlier. She began to sway as she had been practicing, and taking the
slow spinning, gliding steps she had practiced, she flowed out into the
room.  She made her way to the area where the platform had been and reached
down to her waist, gathered the dress in her hands, and pulled it up and
off.  -œTry it again, but keep spinning. -  -œNow try it while you -(TM)re
on your way over here. -  -œNo, closer, but still on your way. -  -œWhat
if you just lift the dress up so your boobs are still covered and spin
around a few times, then take it off? - Again and again they had her try
different things.  After Tracey had suggested a few alternatives Andrew
found the courage to request something.  Then the other guys got into it.
Some of it was helpful, others were not, but all five of them insisted that
Ali try anything that was suggested.  Sometimes she would return to the
wardrobe area and dance out, removing her dress.  Other times she would
just restart the dancing while standing in place.  Other times they would
change the way she danced, the direction of her spin, the sway of her hips
or the movement of her arms; sometimes with the dress on, sometimes with
the dress off.  Ali felt awkward and exposed the whole night, but pushed
herself to do the things asked of her.  She knew that Tracey would be upset
if she refused, and knew that she would lose any argument she posed, even
when the suggestions from the guys were obviously designed to make her show
off her body in some new way, rather than to add anything to the dancing or
stripping that was necessary for the project. The group had now officially
expanded.  Her nightly naked practice now took place either in the dorm
room or at the theater.  Tracey was there always; Ali insisted that she
never be alone and naked with a guy, and Tracey was very understanding and
never questioned this.  Some nights Andrew would stop by the dorm room for
an hour or two.  Some nights he would be at the theater, other nights he
would not.  Jer, Tim and Darren were always at the theater.  Some nights
they would come to the dorm room.  Monica and Stephanie were often in the
dorm, occasionally at the theater. At 5:30 AM the day of the first class of
the project the activity level in Ali and Tracey -(TM)s dorm room was more
like a party than a Monday morning.  Jer, Darren and Tim had all agreed to
come by and help out.  Andrew was preparing her for what she was supposed
to do.  Tracey was giving her last minute reminders about how to move, and
how to pull the dress off.  Jer was drawing a peace symbol on her flat,
tight stomach with bright red lipstick, his hands coming dangerously close
to both her breasts and her pubic hair, which was now an untamed mess of
medium blonde hair extending over halfway up to her naval.  Darren was
applying a heart to one cheek and a piece symbol to the other with
intricate detail; otherwise she wore no makeup.  Tracey had helped her flat
iron her hair to make it appear longer and straighter, and Tim had created
a flowered headband that they were carefully putting in place.  -œStand up.
- said Tracey when they had all finished their respective administrations.
Ali stood, and they compared her to a picture Andrew had found on the
internet.  It was of a young girl at the Woodstock concert.  She was dirty
and a bit more disheveled due to rain, but looked very much like Ali.  She
was wearing a dress very much like the one Ali had, but the top was pulled
down around her waist, leaving her breasts bare.  She had a piece symbol
drawn on her stomach.  The photograph was black and white so it was
difficult to see what color it was, but it was easy to imagine it being the
same shade of red as Ali -(TM)s.  On her left cheek she had a much smaller
symbol, and on the other cheek was a heart with the word  -œlove - written
in script.  The girl in the picture had her arms outstretched and her face
leaned slightly back, allowing the rain to fall on her face.  Ali adopted a
similar pose, and the group congratulated themselves on the near perfect
reproduction they had created. Ali donned her dress and accepted a cup of
coffee from Monica, who arrived just about the time that Ali had to leave
for class.  The group wished her luck, and she and Andrew set off, Ali
feeling extremely nervous, as though she may vomit at any second.  -œYou
practiced this.  You -(TM)re perfect. - Andrew kept saying.   -œThe dress
is perfect, your moves are perfect, the makeup and hair is perfect. 
Everything is perfect.  You look perfect.  You -(TM)ve done a great job
preparing for this.  Better than I would have thought.  I can -(TM)t
believe how hard you have worked on this project.  You -(TM)re really doing
good.  I was afraid that something would go wrong, but it -(TM)s just so --
-  -œPerfect? - finished Ali.  -œPerfect. - confirmed Andrew. They
arrived at class and a few students were already there.  Dr.  Dickson was
unpacking his bag at the teacher -(TM)s desk.  Andrew gave Ali a brief hug,
then took her bag and entered the classroom.  He took his normal seat in
the front row, then took Ali -(TM)s computer from her bag and set it up in
the seat next to him. As usual, at exactly 7 AM Dr.  Dickson called the
class to order.   -œThis week we -(TM)re going to talk about 1960 -(TM)s
culture and political influence on social change. - He started. Ali
swallowed hard and began swaying and dancing in the hallway.  Gracefully
she entered the room.  The students were temporarily stunned, and most did
not recognize Ali at all.  Dr.  Dickson stepped back against the wall,
leaning and watching with a slight grin on his face.  AJ and Sam were
leaning forward in their seats in anticipation of what they knew was to
come.  They had heard a little bit from Andrew about  -œnaked practice -,
but had not been invited, nor seen yet.  Ali swayed and danced to the
center of the room, then gathered up the dress while continuing to allow
her body to sway, and her feet to keep her slowly turning and gliding in a
small area of the floor.  She lifted the dress slowly, revealing her
unshaven legs, and then her pale, creamy thighs.  She slipped out of her
leather sandals.  The dress continued its journey upward, and the class was
further stunned.   -œDid I just see -- is that her -- - As she continued
spinning the unasked questions were answered.  That -(TM)s definitely her
bare butt.  She isn -(TM)t even wearing a thong.  So that was a giant bush
we just saw. By the time she -(TM)d finished the next turn the dress was
above her naval.  Everyone could see what they had originally questioned as
they glanced.  Within another thirty seconds the dress was over her head
and off, now discarded in a pile on the floor.  AJ, Andrew and Sam stood
and walked to the front of the classroom taking places on either side of
her as she continued dancing and swaying in place. They explained their
project and displayed their web based form, detailing how it should be
filled out.  The way that they worded the project explanation it was quite
ambiguous how frequently Ali would be appearing naked in class.  As they
spoke, the class began to realize that this nude girl was their classmate
Ali, the quiet girl with the pony tail, baggy jeans and hoodie.  This was
the shy girl who rarely spoke in class, rarely made conversation with
anyone after class, and was almost never seen at campus parties.   -œIsn
-(TM)t she a freshman? -  -œIs she on the project team? -  -œI heard she
was auditing this class. -  -œIs she doing this for extra credit? - Dr.
Dickson stepped forward scowling, which silenced the murmured questions
immediately. Ali -(TM)s blush was covering her full body at this point. 
She was nervously sweating, and while there were tears in her eyes, they
did not find their way down her cheeks.  She was almost disconnected from
herself, aware only on some unconscious level of the feeling of the cold
tile floor on her feet and of the stares and judgments of her classmates.
After the explanation was finished the guys asked for questions from the
class.  After clarifying what they could and avoiding the question of how
often Ali would appear nude in class, the four took their seats.  Ali
placed her dress on the chair and sat on it, and Dr.  Dickson went on with
his lecture as though nothing was different or unusual about class.  Ali
was thankful that she was sitting in the front row, but felt eyes burning
into her skin from behind.  The tears finally rolled down her cheeks, and
she quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand. As soon as class was
over there was a rush of people to the front of the room to speak with Ali
and her project team.  Andrew put his hand on Ali -(TM)s to keep her from
standing and running away, and they answered what questions they could. 
-œI have to get to my next class.  I wanted to wash my face off. - Ali
complained.   -œI wanted to change. - The vast majority of the class was
still gathered around her, and she had to stand and pull the dress on with
a close-up and vocal audience.  She had only minutes to get to her next
class, and was forced to run there without changing her clothes.  This, of
course, raised questions in her next class.  -œIt -(TM)s for a project in a
different class. - was all Ali would reply, and she buried herself in her
work. She couldn -(TM)t wash her face or remove her headband because she
had another class to attend that afternoon.  She had to do this again in a
few hours.  Another lone tear made its way down her face. She dashed back
to her dorm as soon as she was able, and immediately threw on her robe and
curled up in bed.  She couldn -(TM)t stop shaking.  -œAre you okay? -
Tracey was asking.  It was nearly noon, and Ali had slept for over an hour.
 -œIt was horrible. - Ali said.  -œAndrew said it went great.  He said you
were perfect.  You did everything you were supposed to do and the class was
really impressed.  He said that the results on the survey thing are already
better than he expected.  Everyone in class filled it out and took it
really seriously.  He even said that Dr.  Dickhead complimented you. - 
-œBut it was awful - Ali countered.  I couldn -(TM)t concentrate in class,
and I just felt naked the whole time. -  -œYou were naked. -  -œShut up.
You know what I mean.  I just felt so weird.  It was so much worse than
when we practice, and that -(TM)s horrible. -  -œStill?  After all this
time? -  -œI know you -(TM)re trying to help.  And it did help.  I couldn
-(TM)t have done it at all.  But it -(TM)s just -- I don -(TM)t know. -
Ali said. Tracey sat and hugged her roommate tightly.  Ali hugged her back,
grateful for the warmth and comfort. Ali changed into jeans, a t-shirt and
her hoodie before heading to lunch with Tracey, where she ate almost
nothing.  She had folded her dress and put it in her bag. After her 1:00
class she headed to the PoliSci building, where she found Sam, Andrew and
AJ waiting for her.  -œYou did so awesome this morning! - they all
complimented her.  -œI didn -(TM)t know you were that hot. - said Sam,
blushing as soon as the words had left his mouth. Ali remained virtually
silent, murmuring or nodding as questions were asked or in acknowledgement
of compliments.  After a few minutes she excused herself to the bathroom to
change.  She had not worn panties or a bra, so she quickly stripped her
hoodie and t-shirt off, then pulled the dress on over her jeans, which she
removed last.  Returning those clothes to her bag she returned to her team
members, handed them her bag, and left them to enter the class. Less than
ten minutes later Dr.  Dickson started his class.  Ali again made her
entrance, and once again did her twirling dance.  Her fear was enhanced
because she knew no one in the classroom.  Each time she turned she looked
for Andrew, AJ or Sam, but they were not in their usual seats.  This stood
to reason; this was the same classroom, but a different class.  There would
be different people in those seats. Her three team members were standing in
the back of the classroom.  There were no open seats. Once again, as soon
as she -(TM)d finished stripping she was joined at the front of the room,
explanations were given, instructions gone over, and questions answered. 
Dr.  Dickson then pointed to three stools at the front of the room where
the four could sit for the remainder of class.  This put Ali on full
display, unable to cover herself with the desk, or hide at the front of the
room, her bare back the only part of her visible to the eyes of her fellow
students.  She once again found herself unable to concentrate on the class
being taught, and at the end almost ran from the room carrying her dress
behind her.  In the bathroom she slipped it back on, hiding in a stall from
the other girls who had come in, all talking about her.  -œCan you believe
the guts to do that? -  -œI wonder if she always wears her bush like that.
I couldn -(TM)t do that for money! - Most of the comments were positive.
Even the ones about her body.  This bolstered her spirit, but only
slightly. After the bathroom had cleared Ali cautiously peeked out of the
stall, and then into the hallway.  It was deserted.  She walked back to Dr.
Dickson -(TM)s classroom, but it was empty and dark, the door locked.  The
corridor was completely deserted. Barefoot and clad in only the light
weight cotton dress, Ali walked across campus, self conscious of her attire
and scared that someone from one of the two classes would come talk to her.
No one did.  It was as though the campus was deserted; only fleeting signs
of life.  A car driving past, movement far off seen only from the corner of
her eye. Her luck changed as she exited the stairwell back in her dorm.  
-œWhat are you wearing? - Only twenty feet from the safety and solitude of
her room Dan stopped her.  She had not really spent any time with Dan or
any of the other guys on their floor since that first night, drinking in
the dorm room with Tracey and the others.  It seemed a lifetime ago, but
was really a short six weeks prior.  Tracey, Stephanie and Monica had
continued to socialize with Dan and his roommate Sean, as well as Ben and
Chris from down the hall, but Ali had seen them only in passing, or if they
joined the others at a table in the cafeteria.  -œNothing.  I -(TM)m just
going to my room. -  -œDid you hear about the naked girl? - Ali panicked.
 -œI have to go. -  -œWait. - Dan said, reaching out to grab her bare
arm.  -œIt -(TM)s you!  You -(TM)ve got peace and love on your face.  You
-(TM)re wearing that hippie dress.  Seriously?  It -(TM)s you? -  -œI have
to go. - Ali said, twisting free and moving quickly toward her room. 
-œTell me what it -(TM)s about! - Dan was smiling, thinking this was all a
great joke.  He didn -(TM)t sense Ali -(TM)s fear or her abject
embarrassment.   -œIt -(TM)s nothing.  I -(TM)ll tell you all about it some
other time.  I just want to go to my room.  I -(TM)m freezing. -  -œDo you
really have a huge bush?  Is it real? - he asked, laughing. Ali pushed
past him, unlocked her door and let herself into her room.  Tracey and
Andrew were sitting on Tracey -(TM)s bed talking, and Ali had never been so
happy to see another person in her life.  Ali -(TM)s bag was on her desk. 
-œWhere did you go! - Andrew asked, standing suddenly and looking worried.
 -œYou ran off right after class.  You didn -(TM)t even put your dress back
on.  You left your bag and your shoes!  I was so worried! -  -œI blew off
class when I found out! - Tracey said.   -œHe came to ask me if you -(TM)d
come back here.  Where have you been! -  -œYou were in the class with her?
- Dan asked.   -œAnd it -(TM)s for real? -  -œI was hiding in the
bathroom. - Ali replied to Tracey and Andrew, ignoring Dan for the time
being.   -œBy the time it all cleared out everyone was gone.  I didn -(TM)t
know where my stuff was.  I had to walk back here in just this stupid
thing. -  -œYou -(TM)re freezing! - Tracey said, hugging her roommate. 
She quickly crossed the room and wrapped Ali in her robe.  -œDoes someone
want to tell me what the hell is going on? - asked Dan.  -œIt -(TM)s for a
class.  She -(TM)s doing a project for PoliSci. - replied Andrew shortly.
-œAnd she was really naked in class? -  -œYes. -  -œAnd you saw? -  -œI
-(TM)m the leader of the project team. - said Andrew, as though this
should be common knowledge.   -œIs she as hot as everyone -(TM)s saying she
is? -  -œSee, honey.  Everyone thinks you -(TM)re hot.  You don -(TM)t
need to be ashamed. - Tracey said soothingly.  -œI can -(TM)t do this for
another six weeks. - Ali said.  -œSix more weeks? - asked Dan.   -œWow.
- Andrew took Dan aside and explained the project, the naked practice, and
the tough time that Ali was having.  Dan became much more sympathetic and
understanding after he understood that Ali was not as comfortable with this
as he had assumed she was.  -œI -(TM)m sorry, Ali.  I figured if you were
doing it that you had to be cool with it.  I was really impressed.  I didn
-(TM)t know you were upset about it.  I feel like crap.  You have to think
I -(TM)m a total dick! - he said kindly after Ali had calmed down a bit. 
-œNo.  I -(TM)m sorry.  You didn -(TM)t know. - Ali replied.   -œI -(TM)d
have been the same way if I found out you were naked in class. -  -œYeah.
That wouldn -(TM)t happen for two reasons.  First, I -(TM)d never do it. 
Second, I -(TM)d get paid a lot of money to keep my clothes on if I ever
threatened to do what you did! - he joked. Ali broke a weak smile as the
others chuckled at his joke.  -œSo don -(TM)t do it any more. - Dan said.
-œShe can -(TM)t. - Tracey replied.   -œIt -(TM)s complicated.  I -(TM)ll
explain it all some time.  But she pretty much has to do this. -  -œWow.
That totally sucks. - said Dan. Ten minutes later Ali excused herself. 
She slipped into her shower shoes, picked up her shower basket and walked
to the shower, still wearing her robe and the dress.  She took a very long
shower, letting the hot water warm her thoroughly.  When she returned to
the room only Tracey was there.  Ali was silently relieved.  -œThat had to
have been hard. - Tracey said.  -œIt totally sucked. - Ali confirmed. 
-œI couldn -(TM)t have done it. -  -œYou would have had an easier time
than me. -  -œNo.  You have this strength.  You keep forcing yourself to
do stuff.  I don -(TM)t know if I could be like that. -  -œYou just keep
making me do stuff. - Ali shrugged.  -œI -(TM)m just trying to help. - 
-œI appreciate it.  I hate it, but I appreciate it. -  -œI -(TM)m sorry I
-(TM)m such a bitch. - Tracey said.   -œI know you hate it.  But I think
it helped.  Did it help? -  -œI think so.  It -(TM)s hard to say.  I mean,
it -(TM)s still so hard to do in class, but I think it helped. -  -œI
-(TM)m glad.  I feel so bad making you do stuff like that, but I really did
think it would help you.  I like hearing that you think so, too.  Makes me
feel like a little bit less of a bitch.  I really do think it makes it
easier for you. -  -œYou get a sick pleasure from it, too. - Ali smiled.
-œI can tell. -  -œWho, me? - Tracey replied, trying to act innocent. 
-œAnd you called me a dyke. - Both girls laughed.  Ali slipped into a pair
of sweat pants, a warm fuzzy sweatshirt, and a thick pair of socks.  Tracey
noticed that she had not bothered with panties or a bra, but said nothing.
True to his word, Dan left Ali alone about her class project, and although
he did confide in his roommate he insisted that Sean, too, not bring it up.
Both guys were much nicer and friendly toward Ali in the next few days than
they had been.  The rest of the campus was not so kind.  It seemed that
everyone had heard about the naked girl in class, and quite a few had
figured out who she was.  Ali had become a minor celebrity around the
school.  There were even those asking for her autograph.  There were a
surprisingly small number of off color comments and remarks, but those were
the few that stung Ali the most. Wednesday morning saw a similar flurry of
activity as Jer, Tim, Darren and Tracey all helped prepare Ali for class,
and as Andrew made sure, for the fortieth time, that she was okay.  Class
seemed to go about the same.  Ali entered the classroom, stripped in much
the same manner as she had on Monday, and then continued to dance around
while her teammates reminded everyone about the survey.  She was again
surrounded after class, and again had to run across campus to her 9:00
class.  Wednesday was a busier day than Monday, with two more classes
occurring between the two PoliSci classes, so she had less time to dwell on
what had happened and what was yet to come.  The afternoon class went very
much like the morning class, except that once again she took her seat on
the stool in the front of the classroom, where all eyes were on her.  After
class she quickly pulled on her dress and stepped into her shoes before
exiting. Andrew caught up with her ouside.   -œHey.  You did a really good
job today.  I feel really bad for getting you into this.  I guess I didn
-(TM)t think about how hard this would be for you. -  -œThanks. - Ali
replied.  -œI just wanted to remind you.  You can shave your legs now.  And
you need to start tanning.  We -(TM)ll pay for it. -  -œThanks.  I
remember. - Ali said.  The entire conversation was awkward.  Ali was
always a little nervous and embarrassed around Andrew now.  He had seen her
naked, and he would see her naked dozens and dozens of times in the future,
and they both knew it.  She felt the same way around the other guys.  It
seemed as though they had an unfair social advantage, and that she had
somehow been reduced.  She was still an intellectual equal.  She had proven
to Andrew that she could even hold her own against him.  They did not
question her abilities or her brains.  But something about the relationship
they now shared seemed different.  They knew her intimately, but she knew
them only in passing.  They knew her fears, her secrets, and everything
about her body.  She knew very little about them.  It made her feel somehow
powerless to them.  For his part, Andrew was very comfortable talking to
her about most things, but even though he had seen her naked time and time
again, he always felt very self conscious talking about her body with her.
They walked together in awkward silence all the way back to the dorm, and
up the stairs to their rooms.  Andrew said goodbye as he let himself into
his room.  Ali immediately stripped off the dress, grabbed her shower kit
and her robe, and headed to wash up and shave. Ali learned that after you
-(TM)ve allowed your body hair to grow for six weeks you really need to
trim it before you shave.  She finished washing herself and then returned
to her room.  After Tracey returned she asked for advice.  -œI -(TM)ve
never shaved hair this long before. - Ali complained.   -œI don -(TM)t
know what to do. - Tracey borrowed Andrew -(TM)s electric razor from him.
It included a beard trimmer that cropped the air close to her skin and
would allow her to shave comfortably.  Ali found it extremely embarrassing,
but trimmed herself and returned to the shower. After dinner Andrew drove
her into town where he waited for her to complete her first tanning
session. He purchased a package of unlimited tanning for 2 months for her,
which was the most economical. Back in the dorm Stephanie and Monica were
in Tracey -(TM)s room, and Ali happily joined them in some shots.  Andrew
abstained as he normally did on week nights.  -œWhy is Ali dressed? -
asked Stephanie.   -œIt almost feels weird. -  -œYou did admit that the
naked practice helped. - Tracey said.   -œNow get the clothes off and let
-(TM)s see the shaved legs and pits! - Blushing, Ali complied.  -œOh. -
Said Andrew, looking at her body.   -œUm -- -  -œWhat? - asked Ali,
suddenly fearful that she had a piece of toilet paper stuck to her butt or
some equally embarrassing issue.  -œI, um -- - he stammered.   -œI thought
you were going to shave a little bit -- um -- more. - Ali blushed,
covering her pubic hair with her hands.   -œYou guys said just my legs.  I
thought I was supposed to leave my bush natural. - she whined.  -œYeah, -
He said,  -œbut the part where it goes down your legs -- and stuff. -  -œI
think he -(TM)s saying that you can trim your bikini area. - Tracey said.
Much to Ali -(TM)s dismay Tracey had Andrew retrieve his electric razor,
and Ali trimmed her bikini area while the others all watched, ensuring it
looked just right.   -œYou can shave there tomorrow with your bic. -
offered Tracey.  -œThanks. - As Ali was pouring another round of shots,
there came a knock on the door.  Ali quickly dashed to the closet, while
Tracey called  -œWho -(TM)s there? -  -œDan and Sean - came the reply.
Tracey thought for a moment with her hand on the door, then pulled it open
as Ali shouted out, her eyes wide.  -œThey know about it, and you said it
was helping to have naked practice. - Tracey replied.  -œShe -(TM)s naked
now? - Dan asked, holding Sean back.   -œI don -(TM)t want to embarrass
her. -  -œShe needs the practice.  She needs to get comfortable. - Tracey
replied simply, pulling both guys into the room. Everyone stood awkwardly
for a moment.  Ali was crouched near the floor using her arms and legs to
cover herself as best she could.  Steph, Monica and Tracey were casually
drinking their Pepsi -(TM)s, and Andrew was looking a little uncomfortable.
Sean and Dan had initially stared at Ali, then realized they were being
rude, were now intentionally looking away.  -œOh, for Christ -(TM)s sake.
- said Tracey.   -œStand up and don -(TM)t be like that.  I hate this
argument. - Ali and Tracey locked eyes, and slowly Ali stood, dropping her
hands nervously to her sides.  -œYou guys want a shot? - asked Tracey
conversationally, as though having a nude girl in the room was perfectly
natural.  -œUm, yeah.  Sure. - replied Dan.  -œFine. - agreed Sean. They
had looked at Ali when she stood, but were now attempting to look away. 
-œYou -(TM)re supposed to look.  She is supposed to get used to people
seeing her naked, not people pretending they don -(TM)t notice her. - said
Tracey.  Then to Ali she said  -œTell them to look. -  -œYou can look at
me. - Ali said shyly. Both guys turned their heads back to face her.  She
stood awkwardly, her arms at her sides.  -œTurn around. - Tracey said.
Slowly Ali turned in place, allowing everyone to get a good, long look at
her from all angles.  -œSee.  Now they -(TM)ve seen you, and now you
-(TM)ve seen her.  No one should be uncomfortable. - Tracey said.   -œNow
get them each a shot. - Blushing, Ali walked past them and poured two
shots, retrieved two fresh Pepsi -(TM)s from the refrigerator, and handed
each guy his drink.   -œDid you guys tell Ben and Chris? -  -œI told them
earlier.  They might stop by. - Said Tracey.  -œWhat? - Said Ali,
stunned.  -œYou need help.  They -(TM)re your friends. -  -œThey -(TM)re
your friends. -  -œThey -(TM)re your friends, too.  They -(TM)ll help you.
-  -œSo this is weird. - said Dan.  -œOkay, let -(TM)s play a drinking
game.  Andrew, you can just drink Pepsi. - Tracey said. Ali tried to bring
up Ben and Chris again, but Tracey ignored her.  She knew better than to
push it. They all sat in a large circle on the floor and Ali got the dice.
They played for a while, and Andrew explained the whole project to Dan and
Sean, including the six weeks of class and the different stereotypes.  Ali
sat demurely, with her knees together and legs off to one side, but couldn
-(TM)t help but to flash everyone when she stood, which was fairly often.
Tracey insisted that Ali retrieve everyone fresh drinks from the
refrigerator, and when anyone needed anything, it was Ali she sent to get
it. When Ali went to the bathroom she was allowed her robe and shower shoes
only, and had to remove them as soon as she was in the door.  She stood
naked as she bade each of her friends goodnight as the evening ended. 
-œTomorrow we need to start working on what you -(TM)re going to wear and
how you -(TM)re going to strip for Monday. - Andrew said as he was
leaving.  -œThanks for reminding me. - Ali said. The next night after she
had gone tanning Dan, Sean, Stephanie, Monica, Andrew, Tracey and Ali met
up with Jer, Tim and Darren backstage at the theater.  The sets were almost
completely done, and the group toured the stage up front in the dark
theater before getting to work. True to his word, Tim had made Ali a go-go
dancer costume for the upcoming week.  It was a very short floral-print
mini-dress that was tight to the waist and contoured around the breasts
with long bell sleeves that flared out starting at the elbow.  The stomach
of the dress had a large cutout of a flower, with each petal allowing her
skin to show through.  There was a matching head scarf that would hold her
hair back and allow them to style it like the girl in the picture Tim had
printed from the internet.  -œI -(TM)m not sure what to do about the shoes.
- Tim said.   -œThe pictures all show these boots on the girls.  I know
she -(TM)s supposed to be, um -- barefoot at the end, so I don -(TM)t know.
-  -œShe doesn -(TM)t have to be barefoot. - said Andrew thoughtfully.  
-œDo you have a pair of the boots that would work? -  -œYou -(TM)re a size
five? - he asked her. She nodded.  He had put aside a couple of pairs of
boots that were in the wardrobe department.  They were all white patent
leather, and different heights.  Ankle high, knee high, and mid calf.  They
all had the same three-inch heel. Ali went back to the wardrobe area and
changed.  The dress fit her perfectly, although it came only a few inches
below her pussy.  The mid-calf boots fit her best, and zipped up the inside
to ensure they stayed snug to the leg. She walked out and was met with
immediate cheers from her friends.   -œThat -(TM)s an awesome outfit! - 
-œThat looks great on you! - Tracey then showed Ali how to go-go dance. 
After a few minutes Ali seemed to have it mastered, and she practiced her
entrance several times.  Then came the moment she dreaded, and they had her
practice stripping.  Dan and Sean were still new, but the others were more
comfortable calling out suggestions.  Again, most of the suggestions were
helpful, but some were designed more to expose her.  It was decided that
she could easily enough unzip the boots and remove them, so they decided
she should strip completely.  They had her try the boots first and the
dress second, but decided on the dress first, boots last. After almost an
hour of Ali practicing go-go dancing and stripping, they allowed her to
take a break.  She remained naked and sat with them talking about the
project, and what outfit Tim was making for the 80 -(TM)s sports girl.  
-œWhat are you kids doing in here? - It was Professor Michelson, the head
of the drama department at school.  -œWe -(TM)re helping Ali. - said
Tracey nervously, getting to her feet.  She didn -(TM)t want her friends to
get in trouble.  -œHelping who?  Why is that girl naked? -  -œThis is Ali
Cawood, sir. - Tracey replied.   -œShe -(TM)s doing a project for
Political Science with Andrew, here and -- -  -œOh, I heard about you. 
And how are you all helping? - he asked, suspiciously, looking around at
the large number of people assembled.  -œWell, I -(TM)m teaching her how to
act like the different things she needs to be.  Like this week she was a
hippie, and I taught her how to act.  And now she -(TM)s going to be a
go-go dancer, and I -- -  -œYou -(TM)re Tracey Halloran, aren -(TM)t you?
You -(TM)re in my advanced stage acting class.  And you tried out for our
production of  -~My Fair Lady -(TM), didn -(TM)t you? -  -œYes, sir. - 
-œSo how are you teaching her these things? -  -œI googled them.  I found
videos of girls go-go dancing from old TV shows, and of hippies from
Woodstock and stuff, and I just watched them and then taught Ali. -  -œI
-(TM)m impressed.  What about the rest of you, then? - Ali had silently
gotten up and pulled the dress on to cover herself, and now stood stock
still, nervous that she was going to be the cause of all of her friends
getting in trouble.  She was still barefoot.  -œI -(TM)m Tim Christian. -
Said Tim.   -œI -(TM)m in the theater program as a costume designer.  I
-(TM)m helping to make her costumes. -  -œDid you make this dress? - 
-œYes, sir.  I used the department sewing machine, but I bought the fabric
in town.  I hope it -(TM)s okay, sir. -  -œThat -(TM)s a very impressive
dress.  Where did you find the pattern? -  -œI made it off the Internet. I
found a picture of a go-go dancer and I just sketched out her dress, then
made a pattern from my sketches. - Tim replied, handing the professor a
color picture of a dancer in a similarly cut dress.  -œAnd where did you
get the idea for the cutout flower? -  -œJust an inspiration.  There was
different material at the store, and one pattern had these huge flowers.  I
thought it would be cool to make a dress out of that and cut out the
flower, which gave me the idea. -  -œVery impressive.  You? - He pointed
to Jer.  -œJeremy Wood.  I -(TM)m a set designer.  I helped draw a piece
symbol on her and I -(TM)m designing tattoos that she has to wear later. -
 -œYou? -  -œDarren Wells.  I -(TM)m in stage makeup.  I am going to do
all of her makeup for her. -  -œYou? -  -œStephanie, and this is my
roommate Monica.  We -(TM)re just friends of Ali and we have been helping
her. -  -œAnd you gentlemen? -  -œDan and Sean.  We live across the hall
from Ali.  Just friends. -  -œAnd you help her out, too? -  -œYes, sir.
-  -œSo let -(TM)s see some of it, then. - He said, turning to Ali.  
-œShow me how a hippie moves. - Ali looked nervously at Tracey, then
started to slowly sway and twirl.  She was practiced and fluid, and glided
effortless back and forth in the small area in front of her friends.  As
she began to lift her short dress, Professor Michelson stopped her
suddenly.  -œPlease keep your clothes on, young lady.  I don -(TM)t wish to
lose my tenure and my position. - Ali blushed furiously.  She knew he had
already seen her naked, but she had just exposed her pussy to him as she
lifted the short dress, and had basically been scolded for it.  She felt
absolutely humiliated, while at the same time a bit relieved that she
should not have to strip in front of this teacher. After an awkward moment,
Ali recovered slightly and continued moving and swaying as Tracey had
taught her until Professor Michelson once again interrupted.   -œAnd how
does a go-go dancer move? - Ali took another deep breath and paused to
collect herself, then began to dance as Tracey had shown her.  After a few
moments she found her rhythm and danced very well.  -œImpressive.  You look
quite authentic.  Keep practicing. - he said  -œYou kids want to be
careful.  The building is not locked and anyone could walk in on you as I
have done tonight.  I realize that this project has you undressing in front
a classroom full of people, but you should not be totally carefree about
your nudity, Ms.  Cawood. - Then, turning to Tracey, he continued.   -œMs.
Halloran, I will provide you with keys to the theater.  You may use the
stage area, which can be locked off to provide you and your group with some
privacy.  I trust that no mischief will occur if I am to place my
confidence in you and your friends? -  -œNo, sir. - replied almost all of
the assembled students.  -œI dare say the theater will be much more
comfortable.  No need to sit on upturned buckets, tool boxes or other such
nonsense. - He continued.   -œProper seats and a proper place to rehearse.
I -(TM)ve always said that setting can be as inspirational as costume,
script or score.  Ms.  Cawood, I applaud your bravery and spirit.  All that
I have heard from Dr.  Dickson about you and your project, and seeing you
here tonight, and the dedication and research that you put into your work,
not to mention the incredible amount of support and respect you have earned
from your friends confirms for me that you are a rare young lady with
exceptional fortitude and a world of opportunities before you.  I wish you
well, and should you decide you would like to attempt acting, I would be
pleased to personally interview and audition you. -  -œThank you, sir. -
-œNow any of you who do not have purpose here for the upcoming production,
I must ask that you leave.  Ms.  Halloran, please stop by my office
tomorrow and I will have the keys for you.  Good evening. - Ali quickly
ran to the wardrobe area and pulled her jeans on, leaving the dress as a
top, and slipped her feet into her shoes.  She picked up her socks,
panties, bra and shirt and followed her friends out.  -œWow.  We could have
totally gotten busted! - Jer said once they were out of earshot.  -œThank
God we weren -(TM)t drinking tonight. - added Tim. They parted ways and
headed back to their respective dorms.  Steph, Mon, Tracey, Andrew, Dan and
Sean all stayed together, and Ali finished her naked practice in her own
dorm room. The next day was Friday, and true to his word Professor
Michelson presented Tracey with keys to the theater, along with the
confidential news that she had secured the part of Eliza Doolittle.  The
theater would be available at odd hours until rehearsals got into full
swing in the next three weeks, and there would likely be backstage activity
increasing as the sets and costumes went into full production, but as long
as Tracey respected the hours and locked the doors, she and her friends
should have privacy.  -œI -(TM)m not really all that happy about this. -
Ali confessed as they were walking to the theater that evening.  Ben and
Chris were along, and she was nervous.   -œPlus I -(TM)m going to have to
be up on stage? -  -œYou -(TM)ll be fine.  Don -(TM)t worry so much about
it.  You really need to trust me. - Tracey replied. It was anything but
fine.  The stage was two levels, with a rounded platform ten feet wide and
four feet deep spanning the orchestra pit in front of the first row.  This
lower platform was only raised a few feet above the main floor of the
theater, and brought her only a few feet away from the first row.  Andrew
arrived with AJ and Sam in tow, so the group now consisted of Ali and
thirteen audience members; 10 guys and 3 girls.  Tracey accompanied Ali
onto the stage and they went through the go-go dancing once again as
practice.  Ali then moved over behind a set to change into her go-go dress
and boots while Tracey moved down to sit with the others.  The guys were
all seated in the first two rows directly in front of the lower stage.  The
theater lights were all on, and it was bright.  Ali felt her face flush and
the nervousness in the pit of her stomach as Tracey gave the command to
begin. Ali began dancing as she had practiced.  It was more difficult
without music, but of course there would be no music in the classroom.  She
shuffled across the stage as she danced until she took her place in the
center, lifting each leg slightly forward as she whipped her head around,
her hair tossing gently and her arms pumping in alternating rhythm to the
motion of her legs. After half a minute she stopped her legs and arms and
shimmied, her shoulders moving side to side.  She tugged the dress upward,
fully revealing her hair-covered pussy to her friends.  The dress slipped
momentarily, but she caught it and pulled it the rest of the way up and
off. She dropped it on the floor and restarted her movements, now wearing
just the white patent leather boots.  Again she came to the shimmy.  Now
she bent and unzipped both boots, one with each hand.  The upper parts of
the boots fell away to either side.  The zippers ran down to the arches in
her feet, so when she stood once again she simply stepped out of each boot
with no resistance.  -œOkay, - started Tracey,  -œa few things.  I need to
see more of  -- this -- kind of thing on the shimmy. - She stood and moved
her body as she hoped Ali would do.  Ali, blushing and feeling very self
conscious, practiced it a few times until Tracey moved on.   -œAnd you need
to come up with something different to take the dress off.  Any ideas? -
Ali slipped the dress back over her head and tried all of the suggestions
the guys shouted out to her.  Again, she was aware that half of these
suggestions were designed to give them a thrill, but she knew that she
would lose any argument she put forth.  She faced away from them and pulled
the dress off.  She pulled the dress up, exposing just her vagina for half
a minute before pulling it the rest of the way off.  She pulled her
shoulders out, allowing the dress to fall down instead of pulling it up. 
Tim discussed installing a zipper in the back that she could pull down,
allowing the dress to fall away from her. All the while she remained on
stage pulling her dress on and off as quickly as the guys requested it. 
She moved the way they wanted, faced the direction they wanted, and bent
her body the way they wanted.  Once they had agreed, she pulled the boots
on once more, replaced the dress, and began her dance from the beginning.
Tracey insisted she go through the whole routing a few times before
announcing herself satisfied.   -œShould we practice our part, since we
-(TM)re all here? - AJ asked.  -œThat -(TM)s a really good idea.  So let
-(TM)s start over again. - Tracey said. Ali was getting very frustrated.
She knew that she had to be naked to practice being naked in front of a
group, so their requests to see her naked were not unreasonable, but she
also knew that they were enjoying themselves at her expense, which made her
feel used.  While she wrestled with those feelings AJ, Sam and Andrew
joined her on stage.  On their word she began her dance again, coming from
one corner to the center of the stage.  She danced and shimmied and then
pulled the dress off over her head.  She danced and shimmied and bent to
remove the boots.  Once they were off the guys let her dance for another
twenty or thirty seconds before walking forward.  They each said their
parts about the project, giving the reminder about the survey, and then
walked back toward the corner where Ali had started. Then they ran through
it again.  -œOkay, it -(TM)s been about an hour.  I think we -(TM)re done
for now. - Tracey said climbing on to the stage.   -œUnless anyone else
has any ideas for her? -  -œLet me go see something. - Tim said.  He
picked up Tracey -(TM)s keys and ran back stage.  They heard him open the
door to the backstage area where they had been when Professor Michelson had
found them the night before.  Ali stood awkwardly, understanding that she
couldn -(TM)t get dressed yet, but wishing she could.  It was almost five
minutes later when they heard Tim coming back.  He was carrying two dresses
from the wardrobe area in his arms.  -œThey -(TM)re not really right, but
they should work to test my idea. - He said.   -œThey were the first two I
could find.  I didn -(TM)t want to take forever.  They -(TM)re not
catalogued by  -~zipper -(TM) or  -~no zipper -(TM). - He seemed to be
apologizing.  The first dress had a zip on the side.  It was a more formal,
longer gown that came just below Ali -(TM)s knees.  The upper body was
similar enough to the go-go dress he -(TM)d made for Ali in the shoulders,
although it was a lot tighter around the waist and bust.  -œI was thinking
I could put a zip on either the side or the back that you could pull down.
Let the dress fall off of you instead of pulling it up like a shirt. - He
explained. Tracey had everyone take their seats and Ali danced for a few
moments, then reached up and pulled the zip down.  It was awkward reaching
up to get it, and the dress snagged a few times.  She pulled her arms
forward and allowed the dress to fall to her feet.   -œTry it again.  See
if you can get the zipper to work better. - Tracey called from her seat.
Ali tried it three times before they asked to see the second dress with the
zip in the back.  Tim brought it up on stage, again seemingly apologetic. 
-œThis one really isn -(TM)t a dress.  I -(TM)m sorry, but I figured it
wouldn -(TM)t matter for what we -(TM)re doing.  I mean, we -(TM)re going
to see her anyway. - He stammered, still seeming apologetic. He handed her
the garment.  It was the top half of a two-piece dress.   -œWe sometimes
make them two pieces so we can get the fit better and it gives a different
look. - He explained.   -œThere would be a skirt and a top, and they hook
together and then there -(TM)s a sash and it looks like a nice dress, but
it -(TM)s not. - Ali was blushing furiously.  The top was almost identical
to the dress she -(TM)d just had on; tighter in the stomach and bust with
shoulders very much like the go-go dress, and a zip down the back.  But it
ended just above her naval, leaving her butt and pussy completely bare. She
had been naked already.  They had seen both her butt and her pussy.  This
just somehow drew attention to it; made it the focus.  She felt more
uncomfortable, but could not explain why. She danced as she was supposed
to, feeling very self conscious that the clothed, covered part of her dance
was now somehow more exposing, and then reached behind her.  She could not
grasp the zip, which was too high on her back. Tim ran on stage and solved
the problem almost instantly.  He pulled a piece of string from a tattered
cloth on the stage and tied it to the zipper pull so that it hung almost to
her butt.  She resumed her dance, reached behind her and pulled the zip. 
It worked perfectly, and the garment fell from her body instantly.  -œThat
-(TM)s perfect! - Tracey shouted.   -œDo it again! - Ali repeated it
three times, becoming more smooth each time.  Tim gathered up the go-go
dress he had made and began looking at it to determine how he would install
the zipper. Ali was finally allowed to dress and Tracey locked up the
theater.  By Saturday afternoon Tim had texted Ali to let her know the
dress was done.  Andrew called AJ and Sam, and Dan, Sean and Ben decided to
come along.  They all met in Tim -(TM)s dorm room, where Ali tried on the
dress and practiced her routine for the seven guys and Tracey.  Tim had
attached an eight inch silk ribbon to the zipper pull, and it worked
perfectly.  She was able to reach behind herself at waist height and
immediately grab the ribbon and tug it down.  The dress, with only a slight
shrug, would fall from her shoulders and land at her feet. Saturday night
the larger group of friends met up at Tracey and Ali -(TM)s room prior to
going to a party.  The fourteen of them were a tight squeeze in the small
dorm room, which only made Ali all that much more uncomfortable when Tracey
reminded her that she needed her hour of naked practice before they could
leave.  Chris, Darren and Jer had heard about the zipper on the dress, so
they all stood and sat out of the way giving Ali some floor space and
allowed her to practice her routine a few times, all impressed with how
easily the dress came off now.  Time has a way of dragging during short
periods of stress and discomfort, just as it tends to accelerate when fun
and excitement are plentiful.  That evening -(TM)s naked practice in the
crowded dorm room felt like only minutes to the group, while Ali, it
seemed, had endured three or four times the hour that had actually passed.
-œIt -(TM)s nine o -(TM)clock.  Can we go to the party now? - Ali asked
when the 60th minute had finally ticked by.  -œIf you -(TM)re asking to go
to a party, there -(TM)s something wrong! - Tracey joked.  -œCan I just
get dressed? -  -œEveryone ready to go to the party? - asked Tracey. The
girls were ready, but the guys were not.   -œIt was always the plan to go
to the party at nine. - Ali whined.  -œBut if you -(TM)re still so upset
after an hour of being naked you -(TM)re clearly not making the kind of
progress we hoped you would be. - Tracey replied.   -œIs it okay if some
of us stay here? -  -œIt -(TM)s fine. - Replied Steph.   -œI -(TM)m going
to go meet up with this guy, Eric, I met the other day. - She seemed very
excited to leave.  -œI -(TM)m going with her. - said Monica.   -œAnyone
else want to leave, or care? -  -œWe -(TM)ll all stay and help Ali. -
said Jer, looking around at the other guys.   -œThere -(TM)s booze here,
and good music, and most of my friends. -  -œAnd a naked girl. - added
Ben.  -œAnd a naked girl.  That -(TM)s very cool. - replied Jer.  -œGreat.
So I -(TM)m just the entertainment for the night? - asked Ali, pouting. 
-œWe -(TM)ve talked about it. - replied Tracey.   -œWe -(TM)re all really
trying to help you, and you have already admitted to me that it does help.
When you get to class and you -(TM)re naked in front of everyone it sucks,
but it -(TM)s not as hard as it would be if you weren -(TM)t doing this
with us all the time. -  -œI know, but -- -  -œBut nothing.  Tracey
interrupted.   -œIt -(TM)s helping.  The guys like to see you naked because
you -(TM)re cute and you have a good body.  But it -(TM)s helping.  That
-(TM)s what it -(TM)s all about.  If you didn -(TM)t need to be doing this
for your class we wouldn -(TM)t be hanging out with you while you -(TM)re
naked every night but we -(TM)d still be hanging out with you.  You -(TM)re
naked because of the class.  We -(TM)re here because we want to help.  That
-(TM)s it. -  -œI know.  I -(TM)m sorry. - Ali said, bowing her head.  
-œI just feel weird.  I -(TM)m the only one of us who is ever naked.  And
the guys all get to see me.  And I have to do it whenever you guys want. -
 -œAll for the class. - Tracey replied.  -œI know. -  -œWe -(TM)ll see
you guys tomorrow! - Steph said, taking advantage of the momentary
silence.  -œDon -(TM)t wait up! - Monica and Steph quickly opened the door
and left, and Ali looked around.  She was now in a room with ten guys and
Tracey, and stark naked.  -œEnough of the bullshit. - announced Tracey.  
-œNo more whining.  We all like to see you naked and we -(TM)re not going
to pretend we don -(TM)t care.  You -(TM)re hot.  We all prefer you naked
at all times.  Get used to it. - The guys all looked a little stunned, as
though their favorite toy was going to be taken from them now that the
secret was out.  -œBut it -(TM)s to help you.  So here -(TM)s the deal. 
You are supposed to be getting more comfortable, not watching the clock. 
So tonight there -(TM)s no clock.  You -(TM)re naked until after your
shower tomorrow.  You can put on your robe if you have to pee, but that
-(TM)s it. -  -œWhat?! - asked Ali, stunned.  A wash of nerves and
humiliation washed over her.  -œYou need to get more comfortable.  This
will help you at least pretend to be.  It will help you be a better
actress. Does everyone agree? -  -œBut it -(TM)s only nine o -(TM)clock!
- Ali whined.  -œThere -(TM)s no clock tonight, remember? -  -œBut even
if everyone leaves at midnight, that will be four hours! -  -œIt would be
if there was a clock. - Tracey corrected.   -œBut there -(TM)s no clock.
- Ali stammered and stuttered, but could not argue her way out of it. At
Tracey -(TM)s request Ali got three of the guys fresh drinks.  Some were
drinking beer, some were drinking Mike -(TM)s Hard Lemonade with Ali and
Tracey, and some were drinking vodka and Red Bull.  Tracey turned the
stereo up and insisted that people dance.  Each guy in turn invited Ali to
the middle of the room, and Tracey insisted she accept.  Some were slow
dances, some were faster.  The iPod was on shuffle, so the music was truly
random.  It took over an hour to work her way through the ten guys, and her
body was glistening with a thin layer of sweat when she finally took a
break. True to her word, Tracey did not allow Ali to remain covered any
longer than necessary.  She wore her robe to the bathroom, and the second
she was back inside the door it was back off of her, hung in the closet. 
Ali was truly naked, in every sense of the word.  She danced, sat, walked,
drank and talked to the guys completely uncovered.  There were so many guys
in the room that she was seen from every angle. At 1:30 there was a knock
on the door.  Monica and Stephanie had returned from the frat party.   -œWe
heard the music.  You guys still up? -  -œCome on in. - Tracey invited. 
-œOh, my God!  She -(TM)s still naked?! - Ali blushed and everyone
cheered.  -œHow was your date? -  -œEric is awesome. - Stephanie replied.
 -œHe -(TM)s so cute! -  -œHe is pretty cute. - Monica confirmed.  -œYou
want to dance? - Jer asked, tapping Ali on the shoulder.  -œOf course she
does! - said Tracey a little drunkenly.  Then she turned to Steph,  -œtell
me about Eric! - By three o -(TM)clock the party was finally breaking up.
Stephanie, Monica and a few of the other guys had left, and Andrew had
fallen asleep on Tracey -(TM)s bed.  Soon only Ali and Tracey remained. 
-œWould you look at that? - Tracey said as though seeing something
surprising and shocking.  -œWhat? - inquired Ali.  -œYou -(TM)re still
alive after being naked all night. -  -œAnd you -(TM)re still a bitch! -
Ali joked. Tracey laughed as she tossed Ali her robe.   -œLet -(TM)s go get
ready for bed.  I -(TM)m falling asleep standing up. - = O = Monday -(TM)s
classes went largely as the prior Wednesday -(TM)s had gone.  The zipper on
the dress worked perfectly, and although Ali remained embarrassed and
humiliated, she found she was better able to concentrate on the lecture and
coursework.  She had remembered to bring jeans and a t-shirt in her
backpack, but hadn -(TM)t thought at all about shoes, leaving her to
explain the white patent leather go-go boots to everyone in her web design
class.  They already knew that she was the naked girl, so the questions
were not about why she was wearing those shoes, but what her costume was
this week, and if they could get a show of their own. Several times during
each class Dr.  Dickson had to interrupt his lecture to shoo away students
who were peeking in through the windows on the classroom door.  Ali -(TM)s
course schedule was now a highly coveted commodity, traded on scraps of
paper, through email, and by Thursday of that week, posted on a blog. Ali
was no where near equipped to handle her sudden celebrity status, and found
herself seeking the company of her friends more and more.  They were acting
as body guards, fending off the crude comments, sexual advances and
requests for dates that were shouted at her almost everywhere she walked.
Without even realizing it, Ali had become so dependant on her friends that
she rarely, if ever, wanted to leave her room alone. On Wednesday after
class Andrew walked her back to her dorm, where she found Dan and Sean
waiting, looking nervous.  -œWe didn -(TM)t want you to find it, or hear
about it. - Dan said as they approached from the stairwell.  -œWhat? -
asked Ali, genuinely confused.  -œCome inside. - Sean replied, looking
nervous.   -œWe -(TM)ll explain. - They walked into Sean and Dan -(TM)s
room, and all stood silently for a moment.  -œWhat -(TM)s the deal? -
asked Ali.   -œI just want to go take a shower. -  -œI guess we should
just show you. - Dan replied.   -œSit down. - He guided Ali to his desk
chair in front of his notebook.  Andrew stood behind her to one side.  Dan
reached over her opposite shoulder and clicked on his screen. A video
started almost immediately.  Someone in the second class had hooked a
webcam to their PC, and captured Ali -(TM)s entrance, dance, and disrobing.
She clicked the pause button and stood up abruptly, saying nothing.  She
paced a few times, then slammed herself back into the chair.  She looked at
the progress bar on the media player.  It looked like they had captured
about ten minutes of class.  She clicked to fast forward through.  It was
the second class of the day, and she was seated on the stool at the front
of the classroom. She stood once again.   -œWhere did you get this? - Dan
and Sean looked at each other.  -œEmail. -  -œFrom who? - Dan pulled up
his browser window.  There were dozens of names in the  -œto - field.  The
email had been sent by someone called  -œnaked girl watcher -, with no
email address visible.  Ali tried to click on reply.  The return address
was not valid. Hi everyone! You -(TM)ve all heard about the naked girl in
the polisci class!  Here she is!  She -(TM)s got to be the hottest girl on
campus, totally naked in class four times a week! Ail read the email three
times over, looking for a clue to who may have sent it.  -œI think I can
tell from the position of the camera where the video was taken. - Andrew
suggested.   -œBut this is actually really good data.  Look at the email
text.  It doesn -(TM)t say anything about how shocking it is, only about
how good looking you are.  It -(TM)s less about the incident than it is
about the attractiveness of the girl. -  -œI -(TM)m really happy that you
-(TM)re excited about this. - Ali said snidely.   -œI -(TM)m on the god
damned internet butt-ass naked, bouncing around in a classroom full of
people, but you -(TM)re getting good data.  This is just the best thing
that could have happened.  Hooray! -  -œI -(TM)m sorry. - Andrew said.  
-œYou -(TM)re right.  I wasn -(TM)t thinking. - Ali was too upset to cry.
She just kept pacing, then sitting, then pacing again.  -œWho was it sent
to? - she finally asked.  -œBunch of guys. - Dan replied. Andrew suddenly
looked at the screen.   -œIt was sent fifteen minutes ago. - He grabbed
his cell phone and dialed quickly.   -œMarty, it -(TM)s Andrew.  Yeah,
whatever.  Need a favor.  An email is going around the school with an
attachment.  I need you to kill it on the server. - Ali suddenly had an
anxious knot in her stomach, and the room grew silent, waiting for Andrew
to confirm that he was able to do it.  -œI don -(TM)t care.  You have to do
this for me. - Another pause.   -œTell him I did it.  I -(TM)m a genius,
remember?  I hacked in under your passwords. - Andrew was finally
successful.  Ali leapt at him when he confirmed that it was done, knocking
him back onto Dan -(TM)s bed as she hugged him, squealing with delight. 
-œA few people might have seen it. - Andrew cautioned her friend.   -œIt
-(TM)s been out there for fifteen minutes.  He killed it on the server, but
if someone already downloaded it, I don -(TM)t know. -  -œIt -(TM)s gone!
- Dan said. Andrew separated himself from Ali and ran to look.  Dan -(TM)s
inbox no longer contained the video.  -œThe original still exists. -
Andrew reminded her, but she was too relieved to care just then. Andrew
excused himself and almost ran out of the room.  Ali thanked Dan and Sean
for looking out for her and returned to her own room.  Five minutes later
she knocked on her friends -(TM) door again.  -œCan I come hang out in here
with you guys? - she asked.   -œPeople keep knocking on my door and Tracey
-(TM)s not home.  She -(TM)s better at blowing them off. - Dan stepped
back and held the door for Ali to enter the room.   -œThis has to totally
suck for you. -  -œIt -(TM)s not as bad as being naked in class, but it
does suck. - The three sat and talked.  Try as they all might to change
the subject, the foremost thing on all of their minds was Ali -(TM)s
project, and the recent video.  There were many awkward silences and pauses
as they all tried to think of other subjects to occupy their conversation.
-œI just hate being the center of attention, - Ali said finally,
succumbing to the inevitable and inviting conversation about her nudity.  
-œand because of this stupid project everyone knows me, is following me
around, wants to talk to me, and I -(TM)m suddenly this super-popular girl
that everyone wants to hang out with. -  -œI think it would totally rock
if every girl in the school wanted to hang out with me. - said Dan. 
-œThat -(TM)s because you -(TM)re a slut. - Ali gibed.   -œYou kinda are,
you know. - Sean confirmed, smiling.  -œGuilty! - Dan agreed.  -œBut I
-(TM)m not a slut.  I -(TM)m not like that at all. - Ali said.   -œI don
-(TM)t even own a bikini. -  -œI thought you were a swimmer! - Sean said.
 -œAnd when -(TM)s the last time you saw a two-piece racing suit on a swim
team? - Sean and Dan looked at each other.   -œPlayboy Channel! - they
replied in unison.  -œYou guys are total pigs. -  -œI think it -(TM)s
true, what the project assumptions are. - Dan said.  -œWhat do you mean?
-  -œWell, think about bikinis. -  -œI don -(TM)t own one. - Ali
reminded him.  -œI know.  But think about how guys love tiny little bikinis
and a lot of girls wear thongs and stuff.  And girls HATE when guys wear
Speedo -(TM)s, and the only guy who would wear a thong is a gay stripper.
-  -œYeah.  So? -  -œSo the project is all about female nudity.  It
-(TM)s all about a girl being naked in class.  Girls don -(TM)t care about
a guy in the nude. -  -œWe care. - Ali argued.  -œReally?  If I just
stripped naked right now and started dancing you -(TM)d be cool with that?
- Sean asked. Ali blushed even at the thought.   -œIt would be funny. -
she said quietly.  -œBut would it be sexy? -  -œI don -(TM)t know.  You
-(TM)re my friend.  I don -(TM)t think of you like that. -  -œYou -(TM)re
my friend, but that -(TM)s the difference.  I sometimes do think of you
like that.  Not all the time, but when you -(TM)re naked, or when you
-(TM)re wearing shorts and I see your legs or something.  Or when you
-(TM)re swimming. -  -œOh, my God! - Ali said.   -œDan, do you think of
me that way, too? -  -œI think all guys do.  We can -(TM)t help it, it
-(TM)s just how we -(TM)re wired. -  -œWired like perverts. -  -œNo.  It
-(TM)s just, I don -(TM)t know.  It -(TM)s just that you -(TM)re sexy.  I
guess if you were really fat and ugly or something maybe I wouldn -(TM)t
think of you like that. -  -œNo, you -(TM)d just think of me as the fat
and ugly girl you WOULDN -(TM)T want to screw. - Ali pouted.  -œI -(TM)m
sorry. - Dan said after a short, uncomfortable silence.   -œI shouldn
-(TM)t have said anything. -  -œI -(TM)m sorry, too. - agreed Sean.   -œI
just mean that you -(TM)re really cute.  And really sexy.  I know we
-(TM)re just friends.  I -(TM)ll never do anything, but I look at you and I
see a cute, sexy girl who has a great sense of humor and stuff, and I just
think you -(TM)re -- sexy. - Ali blushed and stared at her hands, which
were folded in her lap.   -œI guess I understand.  It -(TM)s just hard for
me.  I mean, I -(TM)m going to be taking off my clothes tonight in front of
you guys again, for like the hundredth time, and I -(TM)ve still got four
weeks of this crap left.  I just didn -(TM)t need to know that you -(TM)re
staring at me and wanting to screw me. -  -œBut you -(TM)re my friend, and
I wouldn -(TM)t do anything. - Dan said kindly.  -œAnd if you want, you
can stare at me and want to screw me and I promise I won -(TM)t be mad. -
Sean said.  -œHow about I get all of Tracey -(TM)s girlfriends to come over
to our room tonight and you can come in and strip naked and dance for all
of us for a few hours. - Ali offered, now smiling.  -œOoh, and you guys
all promise to want to fuck me? -  -œYou -(TM)re a pig. - +-+-+ After
dinner Andrew took Ali off campus to the tanning salon, where it had been
decided that she would now tan topless.  -œWhere did you go this afternoon?
- Ali asked.  -œI went to the computer lab with Marty, the guy I called. I
wrote a quick algorithm and I kind of talked him into putting it on the
server.  It looks at the file size and meta data of the video file that
they made of you and quarantines any email that -(TM)s trying to send that
file on our server.  Kind of like a virus definition.  My friend Marty will
look at anything that gets quarantined and delete it if it -(TM)s the video
of you. -  -œThat -(TM)s awesome! - Ali said emphatically.   -œHow do you
know how to do that? -  -œI -(TM)m a genius, remember? - Andrew joked. 
-œYou -(TM)re a PoliSci and Psych major. -  -œSo I like computers.  They
-(TM)re really easy for me.  I took a bunch of college classes in
engineering and programming when I was in high school.  It was fun, but I
decided I wanted to be in politics instead. -  -œYou -(TM)re really
amazing, you know that? -  -œYou -(TM)re the amazing one.  I can -(TM)t
stop thinking about how hard this all is for you.  I feel like a total dick
for coming up with this project.  I just can -(TM)t believe that you agreed
to it. -  -œI really wanted to be in the PoliSci program, and I figured if
I refused to do the project you -(TM)d want me out of your group and Dr. 
Dickhead would throw me out of the class. -  -œSo he -(TM)s still Dr. 
Dickhead. - Andrew said.   -œWhat am I?  Andy Limpdick? -  -œLimpdick. 
That -(TM)s funny.  Nope, you -(TM)re just Andrew Hardwick.  Andy is cute,
but it -(TM)s not you. -  -œI can -(TM)t imagine President Andy. - 
-œWouldn -(TM)t it be President Hardwick? -  -œI guess, but I still can
-(TM)t imagine Andy in there anywhere. - = O =  -œHey, aren -(TM)t you the
naked girl? -  -œYes. - Ali blushed.  Andrew had dropped her off and was
now a few stores down killing time, and Ali was feeling alone and
vulnerable.  -œWow.  That takes real guts. - replied Tami.  She was a
sophomore with a part time job at White Lines Tanning Salon.   -œEveryone
-(TM)s talking about you. -  -œI know. -  -œSome of my friends thought
you were weird, but a few of the guys we know are in your class.  They said
you -(TM)re incredible for doing this project.  They -(TM)re all talking
about how you -(TM)re going to be the first freshman ever published. - 
-œYeah. - Ali was staring at the counter, not making eye contact.  -œI
think you -(TM)re really brave.  I could never do that, even if it was for
something really important. -  -œThanks.  Can I get a booth? - Ali
replied, handing Tami her prepaid pass.  -œYeah.  Sorry. - Tami walked Ali
back to one of the booths, providing a towel and protective eyewear.  
-œYou need to tan for the project? -  -œYeah. - Ali replied.  She was
really feeling uncomfortable.  -œWhat -(TM)s your next thing?  It -(TM)s
the eighties, right? -  -œYeah.  Sports thing. -  -œCool.  I -(TM)m sorry
I keep bothering you.  I -(TM)ll leave you alone now. -  -œThanks. - 
-œYou -(TM)re just as cute as they all said you were. - Tami said, pausing
for a moment before closing the door. = O = Andrew was inside waiting for
Ali to come out, saving Ali from having to fumble through another
conversation with Tami.  -œSee you, Alison! - Tami called brightly as they
left.  -œThanks.  See you. - Ali called back without turning her head. 
-œWho -(TM)s that? - Andrew asked as they approached his car.  -œGirl who
works there.  Some of her friends are in our class. -  -œOh.  Another fan?
-  -œI guess. -  -œI -(TM)m sorry. - Andrew said.  -œFor what? -  -œFor
making you do this stupid project. -  -œStop apologizing or you don -(TM)t
get to come to naked practice any more. - Ali said, trying to elevate her
own mood more than anything.  -œFine.  I -(TM)m not at all sorry and I look
forward to the next time you strip for us all. -  -œYou -(TM)re kind of an
ass, Mister Andy Limpdick. -  -œAnd you -(TM)ve got a hell of an ass, miss
naked hotchick. The conversation on the drive home was a lot more lively
and fun, although = O = After all of the stresses of the day, Tracey didn
-(TM)t have the heart to make Ali do her naked practice that night.  Ali
sat in her room and drank a few shots with her friends and completely
ignored her homework. Lying in bed later that night, completely undressed
as was now the custom, sleep eluded her.  Thoughts of the video, of Andrew
-(TM)s help in keeping the video from going viral, and of how many other
videos would likely surface in the next few weeks kept her mind active at
first, but those thoughts were eventually replaced with the voices of her
friends.  Dan and Sean had both said she was cute and sexy.  She -(TM)d
never known that anyone thought of her as sexy.  Andrew had told her she
had a nice butt.  Even Tami, the airhead from the tanning salon said she
was cute. And there was the video.  Maybe it was just because there was a
naked girl in school, but maybe it was because she was cute, too.  Tracey
had told her she was cute.  So had Steph and Monica.  They made her show
her body to them that first night, and they had all complimented her. It
was strange for Ali to think of herself as sexy.  For so long she had been
just a plain girl, fading into the background and going all but unnoticed
by most people.  Now she was a celebrity.  Paparazzi were taking pictures
of her in class, and fans were stalking her around campus and even
following her to her dorm room.  Maybe it wasn -(TM)t all because she was
just the naked girl.  Maybe the guys really did think she was cute. With a
small grin on her lips, Ali finally rolled onto her side and drifted off
into a sleep filled with dreams of shirtless knights upon muscled, sinewy
steeds battling for her favor.  Their long rapiers flashed in the brilliant
sunlight as they fought, their muscles flexing and glistening with
perspiration.  Ali knew on some level that she was naked, but she was not
embarrassed as she stood out of harms way, witnessing the struggle to win
her affections.  She sat enraptured with the beauty of the battling young
men, the way their strong arms flexed and bulged as they wielded their
weapons, blocking each thrust, deflecting every blow from the equally
mesmerizing opponent.  There was no victor, and neither was a man defeated
in this struggle; as though choreographed as a display of strength and
stamina.  In due time she found that they were no longer on horseback, and
were instead battling with daggers, locked in close combat that was equal
parts swordplay and wrestling on the grassy field.  She found herself
standing, moving toward them.  One turned toward her, and the other
followed suit.  She stopped, and now they were walking toward her, their
perfect skin and muscled chests glistening in the bright sun as dew seems
to shimmer and shine on the petals of a rose in the early dawn.  Both men
lowered their daggers, which at once became their penises, which were large
and turgid, standing erect and proud as they walked, naked, slowly toward
her. She awoke with a start.  It was early morning, judging by the quality
of the feeble sunlight leaking into the room around the curtain.  She was
holding her pillow as she would a lover, and had been gently and lightly
caressing her bare sex against the folded corner.  -œI was just humping my
pillow! - she thought to herself.   -œAnd dreaming about naked guys! -
This was not at all like her, and she was confused, though admittedly
aroused.  She tried to sleep, wishing to return to her dream, but her minds
eye was locked on the image of the two naked men, their hands grasping
their firm cocks as they walked toward her.  She was humping her pillow
again, almost imperceptibly at first.  She realized what she was doing as
her body was approaching orgasm.  She heard herself moaning softly, and
pushed her face into her covers to muffle the sound.  She snaked her right
arm down under the pillow, pushing it harder against her swollen pussy as
her hips continued to thrust and writhe in perfect rhythm with her desire.
Her eyes were shut tight, the vision of the two men, slowly walking toward
her holding their erections.  Now they were slowly stroking, masturbating
themselves for her to watch. Ali -(TM)s body went rigid, her legs thrust
out and together, squeezing the pillow against her wet, hungry pussy.  Her
right arm was pushing hard, applying more pressure to her swollen clit as
she grunted, signaling her orgasm.  She came hard, panting and issuing
guttural sounds from her throat, sounding more animal than human.  When the
waves of pleasure had receded, she relaxed her body.  Her left hand was
pressed hard against her breast, the pillow still squeezed tightly between
her legs, and her face was still pressed hard against the mattress.  Ali
extricated herself from the tangle of sheets and duvet.  Her pillow was
damp in one corner and smelled of raw sex.  The sheet was pulled from the
mattress and in total disarray.  She had drooled a small puddle on the
sheets where she had pressed her face to muffle the sounds of her orgasm.
She looked anxiously toward Tracey -(TM)s bed; she had not stirred, and
still slept soundly. Ali quietly rose and slipped into her robe.  She
straightened the sheets and pillow before slipping into her shower shoes
and quietly leaving the room.  In the bathroom she washed herself, inwardly
marveling at the pleasure she had felt. Ali had never masturbated.  Ali had
been on a few dates in high school, but had allowed no more than a kiss. 
Her neighbor, Kevin, had taken her to prom.  He was one of her closest
friends at home, and they had gone together platonically, not as a couple.
The dancing, the fancy dress and the atmosphere made the night seem almost
magical; more romantic than she thought it would be.  She kissed him when
they got in the car.  She allowed his tongue to slide into her mouth, and
she pushed her own back into his.  It had felt wonderful and sexy to her,
until he reached for her breast, breaking the spell.  The night did not end
there, but they did not kiss again. To date, that had been the highlight of
her sexual awakening.  In the privacy of the shower, with the hot water
caressing her naked skin, she closed her eyes to reimagine her naked
knights, and she touched herself.  As the second orgasm of her life washed
over her body, she nearly lost her footing, falling against the back wall
of the shower.  -œYou -(TM)re up early. - Tracey said groggily as Ali
entered the room.  -œWoke up after a -- bad dream.  Couldn -(TM)t sleep. -
Ali replied.  -œBad dream? -  -œYeah.  No biggie. -  -œTry to be more
quiet next time you have a bad dream. - Tracey replied, still half asleep,
and then rolled back over and shut her eyes. Panic welled up inside Ali. 
Had Tracey heard her?  Or was Tracey talking about the fact that she -(TM)d
opened the door too loudly upon her return and woken her roommate?  She
wanted to ask, but couldn -(TM)t think of a way to do so without admitting
what she -(TM)d done. Ali -(TM)s cell phone told her that it was now only 7
AM, so she still had a few hours before her first class.  The only people
who would be up at this hour would have an early class.  She thought of
staying in the safety of her room, waiting for Tracey to awaken, but
decided instead to take her notebook to the cafeteria, where she could sit
alone in a far corner and finish her homework and sip some coffee.  Maybe a
bowl of cereal, too. The cafeteria was mostly empty, but she was recognized
by the student workers who manned the buffet line, and received a few waves
from the random students who, like her, were up early with nowhere to be
immediately.  She was thankful that she was left mostly to herself in her
corner of the room.  She sat with her back to the wall so that she could
see anyone approaching, but kept her head down and only furtively glanced
around the room on occasion. She completed her homework within the hour,
and stood, stretching and realizing for the first time just how tired she
was.  She walked back to the coffee cart and refilled her cup, pouring in
an extra sugar packet for good measure.   -œAli! - She turned toward the
sound of the voice.  Grayson Matthews was waving and walking toward her
with a plate of food.  He was in the Business Accounting course that would
be her first class of the day, and had sat near her a few times.  -œHey,
Grayson. -  -œWhat are you doing up so early? - he asked her.  -œBad
dream.  Couldn -(TM)t fall back asleep. -  -œSucks. - he said.   -œI hate
bad dreams. -  -œYeah. - She agreed.   -œWhy are you up? -  -œThought
today was Wednesday.  I have a 7:30 on Wednesday -(TM)s and I set my alarm.
I was already up and halfway to class before I figured out that I -(TM)m an
idiot. -  -œDid you miss your classes yesterday? - Ali joked.  -œYou
-(TM)re funny.  Mind if I sit with you? -  -œI -(TM)m over here. - Ali
replied, resigned.  She really didn -(TM)t want to answer questions about
her nudity in the classroom just now, but Grayson had always been very nice
to her, and gave her no reason to rebuke him.  Besides, he was kind of
cute. Grayson stood almost six foot two and had short blonde hair.  He
favored a messy style, but more of a structured mess than the  -œI just got
out of bed and don -(TM)t care - mess.  His eyes were a slate blue that
looked gray, making his name that much more apropos.  He was strong and
fit, and carried himself confidently, although he had a reputation as being
fairly withdrawn.  Ali had noticed him since the first day of class, when
he arrived with only a pad of paper and nothing to write with.  She had
been using her notebook PC, and therefore gave him her pen.  The two sat,
and while Grayson ate his breakfast and Ali drank her coffee they talked
about classes, home, friends and parents.  They talked for over an hour,
and never once did the conversation come around to her PoliSci class or her
nudity.  -œOh, crap! - he said suddenly, glancing at his cell phone.  
-œWe -(TM)re going to be late! - They had sat and talked for so long, and
with such ease, that they had both lost track of time.  Ali tucked her
notebook into her bag as Grayson quickly picked up his dishes and ran to
the bus station.   -œI have to get my books! - he called.   -œI -(TM)ll
see you there! -  -œI -(TM)ll come with you! - she said, unsure of why,
and jogged along in his wake. Together they ran to his room, which was one
floor below hers on the same side of the building.  Amazing, she thought,
that they had never met on the stairs before. His room was neat and tidy,
with only a few things out of place.  He had a blue messenger bag slung
over his desk chair, and it was already packed.  His roommate was sound
asleep in his bed, and did not stir as Grayson ran into the room, grabbed
his back and dashed back out. Ali and Grayson dashed across campus,
laughing together as they stumbled, slightly sweaty and out of breath, into
the classroom just before the professor was ready to shut the door.  They
took seats together near the back of the room, and Ali couldn -(TM)t stop
glancing in his direction the entire hour.  -œWhat do you have after this?
- Grayson asked.  -œWeb design. - Ali replied.   -œBlow off class. - 
-œI -(TM)m headed to the science building.  Biology for me. - he replied.
-œYou want to meet up for lunch or dinner? -  -œDinner sounds great. 
Thursday -(TM)s are crazy and I usually eat lunch on the run. - She
replied, feeling that she had to explain why she didn -(TM)t want to have
lunch with him.  -œYou know where I live.  Why don -(TM)t you come get me
at 7:00? - he suggested.  -œI -(TM)ll be there at seven. - she replied.
They both stood for a moment.  Their parting seemed somehow incomplete. 
-œSee you. - she said awkwardly.  -œSeven o -(TM)clock! - he replied. The
rest of her classes seemed to drag past in slow motion that day.  When she
finally headed back to her room at 4:00 that afternoon she felt as if it
had been a week since she -(TM)d had breakfast with Grayson.  Tracey
returned to the room around half an hour later, with Monica and Stephanie
in tow, to find half of Ali -(TM)s closet scattered on her bed or the
floor.  -œMoving out? - Tracey asked nonchalantly.   -œI have horrible
taste in clothes. - Ali replied.  -œSomeone met a guy. - Tracey said.  It
wasn -(TM)t a question. Ali blushed and buried herself in her closet,
looking intently at a pair of black dress pants.  -œSo we need to help you.
- Tracey continued.   -œMonica, go get your Seven jeans and that cute red
sweater. - Ali turned to look at her friends.  Monica was already halfway
out the door.   -œDon -(TM)t talk about him  -~till I get back! - she
called. Ali was still blushing, and Tracey and Stephanie just smiled at
her, making her feel even more self conscious.  -œYou little slut. -
Tracey laughed. Ali smiled and blushed deeper.  Monica was back in less
than two minutes with two pairs of jeans and three of her sweaters.  They
all fit Ali fairly well, but were much tighter than what she normally wore,
and were made with spandex in the denim so they would stretch.  The
sweaters were lower cut and showed her cleavage, but were very cute.  -œI
guess after running around naked for the last few weeks I should feel fine,
but this is so not me. - Ali said, looking at herself in the mirror. 
-œWhen is your date? - Tracey asked, checking her roommate out and
ignoring her concerns.  -œSeven. -  -œGood.  We have time.  Put your own
clothes back on and let -(TM)s go. -  -œGo where? - Ali asked.  -œJust
get dressed.  I -(TM)ll be back in a minute. - Tracey left the room
without another word or backward glance, leaving Ali, Stephanie and Monica
to shrug questioningly at each other.  Ali changed back into her jeans,
t-shirt and hoodie and was just tying her shoes when Tracey returned with
Andrew -(TM)s car keys.  -œWe -(TM)re going shopping.  We -(TM)ll have you
back in plenty of time. - she announced, dangling the keys.   -œLet -(TM)s
get going. -  -œWhat -(TM)s wrong with the clothes Monica lent me? - Ali
asked as they drove to the mall.  -œNothing, but you can -(TM)t wear those
granny panties you wear with tight jeans.  You had panty lines.  Very
unsightly. - Ali blushed, and remained silent. At the mall they parked and
headed straight to Victoria -(TM)s Secret.  There they bought Ali two
thongs and matching bras, and then went to Hot Topic.  Ali tried on at
least six different styles of jeans before making her selection.  Tracey
insisted on helping to pay and she left with three new pairs of jeans, a
sweater similar to the one Monica was going to lend her, and two very cool
pullovers.  -œWe have to hurry back. - Ali complained.   -œI don -(TM)t
want to be late. - She had told them all about Grayson, and about their
conversation at breakfast.   -œBest of all, he didn -(TM)t ask me at all
about me being the naked girl. - Tracey warned her friend to be careful,
the three girls helped her with her hair and makeup, and Ali pulled on her
first thong.   -œOh, my God.  It feels like it -(TM)s up my ass.  This is
so uncomfortable! - Ali complained. All tags removed and the new outfit in
place, Ali left her dorm room feeling like she had recently been the
recipient of a wedgie, and walked down one floor to knock on Grayson -(TM)s
door.   -œHey. - he said as he pulled open the door.   -œWow.  You look
amazing. - Ali blushed furiously, and mumbled something that sounded a bit
like  -œthanks - as she dropped her gaze.  -œI -(TM)m sorry.  I didn
-(TM)t mean to embarrass you. - he said.   -œI -(TM)ve just never seen you
dressed up like this before. -  -œThanks. - she said, a little louder
this time.  -œYou want to get out of here?  We can go into town for dinner
if you want. -  -œUm, I guess. - Ali said, feeling a little more nervous
now. Together they walked to his car.  He opened the passenger door for
her, allowing her to be seated before he closed the door and ran around to
the drivers -(TM) side.   -œI absolutely love the pizza at this place in
town.  Is pizza okay? -  -œIt -(TM)s fine. - Ali replied.   -œWhere are
we going? -  -œIt -(TM)s called  -~Slice of Life -(TM).  They deliver to
campus but it -(TM)s so much better there. -  -œI haven -(TM)t tried their
pizza yet. -  -œOh, it -(TM)s awesome.  You -(TM)ll love it. - The drive
lasted about fifteen minutes, but to Ali it seemed like only two.  She and
Grayson were able to talk so freely and easily, and the time seemed to
rocket past.  They continued their easy banter as the entered the
storefront and took a seat by the window.  Slice of Life was a small
restaurant in a strip mall on the other side of town, near the mall.  There
were six booths with high-backed wooden benches set along the front
windows, all dimly lit by small pendant lights hanging from the ceiling. 
The seclusion created by the height of the seats coupled with the low
lighting created a very private, intimate atmosphere. There were 15 small
square tables, each with four chrome and leather chairs set around.  All of
the tables were laid with plastic red and white checkered table cloths and
paper napkins. The restaurant was mostly empty on a Thursday evening, but
Ali guessed that on a Friday or Saturday it would be difficult to find a
seat. A young man who Ali recognized from her dorm building walked over to
the table.  His nametag identified him as  -œChip -.  He was tall and thin
with red hair and freckles, and his dark blue eyes looked almost black in
the dim light of the restaurant table.  -œCan I take your -- Hey, you
-(TM)re that girl from the video! - he said, stopping short and no longer
interested in taking their order.  -œWhat video? - asked Grayson,
genuinely confused.  -œLet -(TM)s go.  Can we leave? - asked Ali.  -œWhat
-(TM)s the matter? -  -œIt is you!  Wow. -  -œI just want to leave. -
repeated Ali, starting to perspire now.  -œCan you get us two waters and
give us a minute? - Grayson said to the waiter. Chip was reluctant to
leave, but after only a moment -(TM)s hesitation he turned and went into
the kitchen.   -œI just want to go. - Ali was close to tears. Grayson
quickly moved around so that he was sitting next to her in the booth.  
-œIf you want to go we can go.  I don -(TM)t know what -(TM)s going on and
you don -(TM)t have to tell me, but I wish you would. - Ali took a deep
breath and held back the tears.   -œI -(TM)m sorry.  I should have told
you. I just hate talking about it. -  -œThen don -(TM)t talk about it.  I
don -(TM)t want to upset you. -  -œBut he knows and he -(TM)s not going to
leave us alone. - Ali replied.  -œWho knows?  The waiter? - At that
moment Chip returned with two waters.   -œI just can -(TM)t believe I
-(TM)m meeting you. - He said.  -œLeave us alone.  She doesn -(TM)t want
to be bothered. - Grayson replied. Chip took an attitude.   -œYou can
-(TM)t sit here unless you order something. - Grayson reached into his
pocked and pulled out some cash, then slapped a five dollar bill on the
table.   -œFive bucks for water.  Now leave us alone while we talk. - Chip
regarded the cash for a moment, then walked away without picking it up. 
-œIf you want to go, let -(TM)s go. - Grayson said kindly.  -œHave you
heard about the girl in the PoliSci class who shows up to class naked every
week? - Ali asked quietly, looking somewhere between the table and her
hands, which were clasped in her lap.  -œWhat?  Yeah.  I mean, I heard
about it. -  -œIt -(TM)s me. - she said, and a tear leaked out of her
eye. Grayson was silent for a moment.   -œAre you afraid I -(TM)m going to
think you -(TM)re easy? -  -œWhat? - Now it was Ali -(TM)s turn to be
confused.   -œNo.  I don -(TM)t know.  I hadn -(TM)t thought about it.  I
don -(TM)t know. -  -œI don -(TM)t know why you -(TM)re so upset. -
Grayson replied.  -œI just hate that I have to do that. - she said,
looking up and locking eyes with him.   -œAnd you and I didn -(TM)t talk
about it and I didn -(TM)t know if you knew or not but you were nice to me
without talking about me being naked. -  -œI didn -(TM)t know.  If you don
-(TM)t want to talk about your class, we won -(TM)t talk about your class.
- he replied simply.  -œHow can you be like that?  Everyone thinks stuff
about me or teases me or stuff about it.  Why are you like this? - 
-œLook. - He said kindly but firmly.   -œI asked you out because I like
you.  I sat near you in our first accounting class and you just seemed
really nice.  You loaned me your pen.  Plus you -(TM)re cute and stuff. -
-œI didn -(TM)t know you remembered that. - Ali replied.  -œOf course I
remembered.  But I could never talk to you.  You always just have your head
down, buried in a book or your computer, and you just take off after class
and never talk to anyone.  So when I saw you in the cafeteria this morning,
I just wanted to talk.  I had no idea you were so smart and so funny. -
Ali blushed at the compliments.  She was not used to guys talking to her
like this, and didn -(TM)t know how to respond.  -œAnd so I find out you
-(TM)re the girl everyone -(TM)s talking about.  I don -(TM)t care.  I
still want to get to know you.  I -(TM)m still glad I asked you out. - 
-œI -(TM)m glad you asked me out, too. - Ali said finally, wiping a tear
from her cheek.  -œSo can we stay and have dinner? -  -œI -(TM)d like
that. - She favored him with a genuine smile.   -œI -(TM)m going to go to
the ladies room and clean the mascara off my chin.  Can you order for us? I
really don -(TM)t want to talk to Chip. -  -œYou look perfect, but you go
ahead.  I -(TM)ll make sure he leaves us alone. - Grayson said kindly,
smiling back at her, then standing to let her out. When she returned to the
table Grayson was back in his original seat.  Ali was a little
disappointed; she had enjoyed the closeness.   -œI already ordered.  You
-(TM)re really going to like this pizza. - True to his word, Grayson
ignored the subject of Ali -(TM)s class and her nudity the whole night. 
Chip also kept his distance from them, apparently at Grayson -(TM)s
request. Even with Ali -(TM)s mind preoccupied with her class and what
Grayson -(TM)s real thoughts might be, their conversation was smooth and
easy, laced with humor and mutual respect. As they got into the car, Ali
started to feel nervous again.   -œI need to tell you. - she said.  -œTell
me what? -  -œAbout -- it. -  -œOnly if you want to.  You don -(TM)t owe
me anything. -  -œI know.  That -(TM)s why I have to tell you.  I think I
can trust you. -  -œI know you can trust me, but you -(TM)re the only one
who can decide how much. -  -œSee, it -(TM)s stuff like that.  You know
exactly what to say. - Grayson remained silent, waiting for Ali to speak
or not.  -œI don -(TM)t like it. -  -œDon -(TM)t like what? - he asked. 
-œBeing naked.  In front of everyone. - Again Grayson remained silent, and
finally Ali just blurted it all out.  She told him about how she was shy
and how everyone at her high school thought her a snob.  About how she
really wanted to be in the PoliSci program, and about her meeting with Dr.
Dickson.  She told him about how Andrew had suggested auditing the class,
and how she ended up on his project team.  She confessed to him that she
had fallen asleep while reading the proposal, which was a fact that no one
knew except Monica, Stephanie and Tracey. She told him about how scared she
was, and how nervous she got, and then she told him about naked practice.
She was most scared to tell him that.  -œAre you done? - he asked after
almost a half minute of silence.   -œI don -(TM)t want to interrupt you. -
 -œAre you disgusted with me? -  -œDisgusted with you?  No!  Why? - 
-œBecause of naked practice. -  -œIt -(TM)s like homework.  It -(TM)s
rehearsing. - He reasoned.  -œFor me it is, I guess.  The guys just get
off on it. -  -œSo, then you know your friends aren -(TM)t weird. - Ali
blushed.  She was thankful that it was dark in the car.  She looked out at
the road and didn -(TM)t recognize where she was.  -œWhere are we? -  -œI
didn -(TM)t want to interrupt you, and I didn -(TM)t want to just park, so
I -(TM)ve been driving around. - He turned onto a side street and Ali
recognized the main drive up to the college buildings.   -œThank you. -
she said.  -œSo what about all of this? - he asked.  -œI just wanted you
to know.  I felt wrong not telling you. -  -œSo I know.  What do you want
now? -  -œI -(TM)m not sure.  I just want to know that you -(TM)re okay
with it. -  -œHow about if I take you out this weekend on another date. 
Will that help you know that I -(TM)m okay with it? -  -œIt will be a good
start. -  -œYou -(TM)re really amazing, you know that, Ali? - She
blushed.  -œI -(TM)m not that amazing. -  -œYou -(TM)re this incredibly
driven, focused girl.  You -(TM)re smart, funny, sexy as hell, and you have
this inner strength and peace that I -(TM)ve never seen before. -  -œWhat
strength? -  -œYou hate this.  You don -(TM)t want to be naked for this
class, you fell asleep reading the proposal.  You could have told them to
go to hell and no one would have thought badly of you, regardless of what
you think.  But you gave your word, so you just did it.  You did something
that probably only one percent of the people at this school would do. 
Maybe less than that.  Every day you force yourself to go through with
something that most of us would run away from. -  -œYou make it sound so
great.  It -(TM)s not. -  -œI -(TM)m just telling it like it is.  It
-(TM)s the truth.  You hate it, right? -  -œYeah. -  -œYou wish you could
stop, right? -  -œWell, yeah. -  -œWish you could go back in time and
somehow get out of ever being put in the situation? -  -œYeah. -  -œBut
every day you do it.  You push yourself. -  -œYeah. -  -œAnd every day it
sucks. -  -œYeah. -  -œYou -(TM)re right.  You -(TM)re not strong.  You
-(TM)re weak and untrustworthy and always take the easy way out. - Ali sat
uncomfortably while Grayson parked the car.  He opened her door for her and
took her hand in his as he walked her back to the dorm.   -œCan I walk you
home? - Ali laughed.   -œI live right above you. -  -œIs that a yes? - 
-œYes. - At the door she stood uncomfortably.   -œYou promise you don
-(TM)t think bad about me for naked practice? -  -œDo you trust your
friends? -  -œYeah. -  -œThen I trust them, and I already trust you. 
There -(TM)s nothing to think bad about. - She stood silently for a few
moments, staring at him.   -œAre you going to kiss me? - He leaned in,
gently stroking her cheek with his thumb as his palm gently cradled her
jaw, tilting her head back.  His lips were soft and warm, and his tongue
gently probed at her mouth until she opened it, allowing their tongues to
intertwine.  He was a really good kisser.  -œGood night, Ali. -  -œGood
night, Gray. - He started to walk away and Ali grabbed his hand.  He
turned, and she kissed him again.  -œGood night. - she said, breathlessly.
 -œIt sure will be. - He smiled.  He kissed her again, just a peck, and
walked away. Ali opened her door and went inside.  Tracey, Dan, Sean and
Andrew were inside playing cards.   -œYou -(TM)re home late, young lady. -
Tracey admonished jokingly.  -œAnd you don -(TM)t bring your young man in
to meet us? - asked Andrew.  -œI told him. - Ali said.   -œAbout
everything.  Naked practice. -  -œSpeaking of which -- - Tracey said,
smiling.  -œNot tonight?  Please? - Ali begged.  -œIt -(TM)s only ten o
-(TM)clock, and you didn -(TM)t do it last night. - Tracey said
impatiently.   -œAnd the guys all want to see your new underwear! - Ali
blushed, but began removing her new clothes, folding them neatly to put
them away as she went as her friends all moved quickly to sit on the beds,
making her feel even more like she was performing for an audience.  Once
she was down to her new bra and panties, Tracey stopped her.  -œShow
everyone your new undies! - she chided. Ali stood uncertainly and turned
in place, feeling the heat rise in her face.  She also felt something
different and strange.  She felt the beginnings of sexual excitement
building in her.  -œYou should always wear thongs! - Dan said.  -œUnless
you -(TM)re wearing nothing. - corrected Sean.  -œThat -(TM)s really hot.
- agreed Andrew.  -œReally Hot.  You look incredible. - Tracey concurred.
 -œNow take  -~em off. - Ali started at the suddenness and harshness of
her friends command, but after only a few moments pause, complied, kicking
her new panties off toward her laundry basket, and hanging her bra on the
small hook inside her closet door, next to her robe.  -œYou haven -(TM)t
shaved? - Tracey admonished.   -œYou need to look all 1980 -(TM)s.  That
-(TM)s totally 70 -(TM)s. - Ali blushed anew as her hands instinctively
sought to cover herself.  After a moment she relaxed her arms and allowed
them to fall again to her side.   -œSo what does 80 -(TM)s pubic hair look
like? - she asked, the heat absolutely radiating from her bright red face.
Tracey opened her notebook and in a few moments had a variety of pictures
pulled up from the internet.  The guys all looked at them, then looked back
at Ali, and discussed.  -œI think the racing stripe. -  -œRacing stripe?!
It -(TM)s a landing strip! -  -œWhatever.  I think something like this
picture. -  -œWhat -(TM)s the next week? - asked Tracey.  -œHuh? - 
-œWell, the week after this is 90 -(TM)s, so she -(TM)ll need to do
something different then. -  -œIt -(TM)s 90 -(TM)s sorority girl. - Ali
reminded her.  -œSo what is she doing for that? -  -œWhy does that matter?
-  -œIf we shave too much off for the 80 -(TM)s, or in the wrong shape, we
might not be able to do the 90 -(TM)s! - Tracey said. Another internet
search later and they were browsing more pictures of naked girls.  -œOh,
this is awesome! - Dan cried, stopping them on one specific picture.  It
was a young girl with bright red hair wearing the tiniest blue plaid
schoolgirl skirt and white cotton blouse.  She was holding the skirt up in
front to reveal a mostly shaved crotch, with just a small heart-shaped tuft
of bright red hair above her vagina.  Ali argued against, but the guys all
loved it, and she was defeated.  -œIt -(TM)s settled, then. - Tracey
interrupted.   -œSo we need to be sure to leave enough hair for that. -
One text message and fifteen minutes later brought Darren, the stage makeup
artist, and Tim, the costume designer to their door.  Tracey explained
their needs, showing the guys the picture on the internet.  -œIs she going
to dye her hair? - Darren asked.  -œI don -(TM)t want to dye it if I can
-(TM)t wash it out! - begged Ali.  -œI think I can do something. -
replied Darren.  -œThen I think it would be cool. - Andrew said
thoughtfully.  I -(TM)ll talk to Sam and AJ tomorrow. Ali was blushing
furiously, but stood quietly as they discussed her pubic hair.  Finally,
Darren had her lie back on the bed, and using her mascara brush and
eyeliner pencil, he traced in a perfect heart.  Ali was absolutely
mortified at this.  No one had ever touched her there, and now, in front of
four guy friends and Tracey, a guy she -(TM)d only met a few weeks ago was
drawing a heart, pulling and positioning her pubic hair with his face only
inches away from her spread legs. Once everyone was satisfied that it would
look the same as the heart on the girl in the picture, Andrew ran back to
his room to retrieve his electric razor.  To Ali -(TM)s horror, she was
made to shave herself there in front of everyone. Ali had always trimmed
her pubic hair to disappear under her swimwear, but had always allowed it
to grow pretty naturally where it would be covered.  It was therefore quite
a bit more embarrassing for her to shave her outer lips and the area below,
exposing her nakedness more than it ever had been since she was eleven
years old. To add to her humiliation, at Tracey -(TM)s request, Darren took
the razor from her in order to trim the landing strip around the drawn-in
heart so that she would not accidentally shave off too much. After he
announced himself finished, Ali was sent to the bathroom to wash off the
mascara from her pubic hair so they could properly see the new landing
strip.  Once everyone had viewed her much closer, more intently and much
longer than ever before, Tracey dismissed the rest of the group, ensuring
them that naked practice would resume the following day, and finally Ali
and Tracey were alone.  -œThat was probably the most humiliating thing
ever. - She said, a deep blush evident on her skin despite her now deep
tan.  -œThat was a little more than I originally intended, but I still
think you handled it okay. - Tracey replied.   -œI told you I -(TM)m not
going to give you anything you can -(TM)t handle, and now the worst of it
is over. -  -œWho says I handled that? - Ali asked.  -œShut up.  You
handled it fine.  You blushed a bit, but you didn -(TM)t run away
screaming! -  -œIs running away an option?  I didn -(TM)t know.  I -(TM)ll
do that from now on. -  -œI -(TM)ll have to set up video cameras.  You
running naked across campus is going to get me about a million hits on
youtube! -  -œYou really can be a bitch, you know that? -  -œAnd you can
be such a drama queen.  They -(TM)ve all seen everything before, this was
just a little closer up. -  -œA little?! -  -œOkay, a lot.  But it -(TM)s
nothing they haven -(TM)t all seen before. -  -œBut now there -(TM)s not
even hair covering me.  My pussy is just out there! -  -œBaby steps.  Next
week, a little less hair.  Nothing you can -(TM)t handle. -  -œI -(TM)m
going to bed. - Ali announced, frustrated with Tracey -(TM)s apparent
nonchalance about her abject embarrassment.  She grabbed her robe, stepped
into her shower shoes and headed off to the bathroom with her toothbrush. =
O = Tracey assured herself that Ali was gone, then picked up her cell
phone.  -œI think it -(TM)s working. - she said, after hitting a speed
dial.   -œShe -(TM)s embarrassed and everything, but it -(TM)s getting
easier.  If we had tried to shave her five weeks ago she -(TM)d have fought
us off with a whip and chair.  No way she would have allowed it.  She didn
-(TM)t even cry. - Tracey paused as she listened.   -œI -(TM)ll keep
pushing her slow.  I -(TM)ll get the theater set up for tomorrow. -
Another pause.   -œOh, I almost forgot to tell you.  She was humping the
crap out of her pillow the morning -- yeah -- no, for a while.  No way I
could have slept through that.  Between the bed squeaking and her moaning
and grunting I -(TM)m surprised half the floor wasn -(TM)t knocking on the
door to see what was up!  She -(TM)s a real loud one! - Tracey laughed at
something said.   -œNo, I pretended to be asleep.  She was gone in the
shower a long time.  Wouldn -(TM)t be surprised if she did it again there
-- Yeah, I -(TM)ll let you know.  Cool. - = O = Ali returned as Tracey was
wrapping herself in her robe and heading out the door.  By the time Tracey
had returned Ali was in bed, her light turned off.  -œGoodnight, Ali. -
Tracey said quietly.  -œGoodnight.  I -(TM)m sorry. - Ali replied.   -œI
know you -(TM)re just trying to help me. -  -œI -(TM)m sorry, too. -
Tracey replied.   -œI know it sucks for you. -  -œThanks.  It means a lot
that you say that every once in a while.  Sometimes it seems like I -(TM)m
more of your toy than your friend. -  -œCan -(TM)t you be both? -  -œOh,
you -(TM)re hilarious.  I -(TM)m going to talk to your acting teacher about
having Eliza Doolittle appear nude for the second act. -  -œWhy, you going
to be my understudy? - Ali laughed.  She couldn -(TM)t quite win with
Tracey, but somehow it was always still fun.  -œGoodnight. -  -œNight. -
That night Ali found herself naked and trapped in a burning building.  She
didn -(TM)t recognize her surroundings at all.  A fireman broke down the
door with a single swing of his axe, and rushed to her side.  He gently
covered her with his heavy coat, leaving him bare-chested, wearing only his
pants, boots, suspenders and his hat, which was obscuring his face.  He
easily lifted Ali in his strong arms, her bare skin touching his with the
coat draped over her like a blanket.  He carried her through the flames to
the street where he laid her on a pure white hospital gurney.  He removed
his hat, revealing Grayson -(TM)s face, and he bent forward to kiss her. 
She felt the softness of his lips on hers, and the moisture of his tongue
as it caressed and entangled with her own.  When her eyes opened the fire
was gone.  The gurney had become a bed, and he was naked.  He sat next to
her, and she realized that there were no covers on the bed, his coat had
disappeared along with the rest of his clothes, and she was completely
exposed.  This did not cause her any distress, and she reached out to him,
enfolding his naked body with hers in an embrace, their lips finding one
another again.  She could feel his hardness as it pressed against her, and
she thrust her pelvis against his.  Not a word was spoken, and there were
no ambient sounds.  Her entire world was the feeling of his body against
hers.  Their bodies moved in rhythm with each other, and she felt an orgasm
approach.  Her tongue was urgently probing his mouth, her hands wandering
from his bare ass to his back to his shoulders and finally his strong
chest. His hands, too, were gently groping her butt, her thighs and her
breasts as she ground her pussy against his swollen cock.  There was no
penetration, but the feeling was incredible. Ali awoke suddenly as the
orgasm hit her.  Later she would wonder if the sound of her cry woke her,
or if it was the feeling of the orgasm itself.  Her pillow was folded in
half, crushed between her legs.  The bedclothes had been kicked off,
leaving her completely bare.  She was on her stomach, both arms tucked
under her, pushing the pillow upward even has her body pressed down onto
it. Her bare skin was covered in a light film of perspiration, and she was
whimpering uncontrollably as the orgasm continued to wash through her body,
wave after wave, unceasing, unrelenting.  The orgasm lasted for close to a
full minute, during which Ali was completely unaware of her surroundings.
As the intensity of her climax began to decline, she became conscious of
where she was, and how loud she was.  Surely Tracey had awoken. Ali slowly
rose to a sitting position.  The room was very dark indicating that it was
well before dawn.  She listened for her roommate, and heard Tracey
stirring.  -œYou awake? - Ali whispered.  -œYou done over there? - Tracey
asked, the grin on her face obvious in her voice. Ali was abjectly
embarrassed, knowing now that she -(TM)d been caught.  She did not reply,
but busied herself pulling the covers back onto the bed and straightening
them out.  -œMust have been some dream. - Tracey laughed. Ali remained
silent, so Tracey continued.   -œDon -(TM)t be embarrassed.  I watched you
get your pussy shaved.  I think we -(TM)re friends now. -  -œOkay, so that
made me feel better. -  -œWas it Grayson?  In your dream? -  -œHe was a
fireman and pulled me out of a burning building. -  -œAnd then you put out
his fire? - Ali laughed, still embarrassed.   -œSomething like that. - 
-œYou really like him, don -(TM)t you? -  -œHe -(TM)s so great.  I -(TM)ve
only been out with him once, and we had breakfast, so maybe it -(TM)s
twice, but he -(TM)s just so great. -  -œI -(TM)m happy for you. - Tracey
replied kindly.  -œI -(TM)m happy, too. -  -œDoes he know about the naked
stuff? -  -œI told him about it on our date. - Ali replied.  The two
girls sat in the dark, and Ali told Tracey all about the date; about the
waiter, Chip, about Grayson -(TM)s understanding, how she -(TM)d told him
about everything, even about falling asleep reading the proposal, and about
how he thought she was brave.  -œHe sounds great. - Tracey agreed.  
-œJust be careful.  Some guys seem great but aren -(TM)t. -  -œI know. 
But I really hope Grayson -(TM)s not one of those. -  -œI hope so, too. -
Ali felt a lot better.  She was still embarrassed at being caught, but
Tracey -(TM)s understanding and her attitude about it went a long way to
reassuring Ali that it was okay.  -œI -(TM)m sorry I woke you. -  -œI
think you may have woken half the building. - Tracey joked.  -œWas I
really that loud? -  -œNo, not really.  But you were loud. -  -œI -(TM)ve
never really done that before. - Ali said softly.   -œLast night I had a
dream.  That was the first time. -  -œFirst time in a dream or first time
-- first time ever? -  -œFirst time.  Ever.  Anything like that. -  -œYou
really have to get out more. - Tracey said, awed.  -œHave you had sex? -
-œA few different guys.  Yeah. -  -œIs that what it -(TM)s like? -  -œNot
always, but sometimes.  Most of the time.  With the right guy. - Tracey
replied.  -œI think I could enjoy sex. - Ali said, her blush obvious in
her voice.  -œThat -(TM)s really the point. - Tracey laughed in reply.  
-œUnless you want to get knocked up and use that as an excuse to drop out
of college and stop doing the project. -  -œI hadn -(TM)t thought of that
one.  But it would be a few months before anyone could even tell I was
pregnant, and the project will be over in three weeks. -  -œYeah.  And you
-(TM)d probably have to take care of the kid for eighteen years, so it
might be a little bit overkill to get you out of doing your homework. - 
-œA little bit. - Ali agreed, laughing.  -œDon -(TM)t rush into it,
though. - Tracey said.  -œDo I seem like the kind of girl who -(TM)d just
get naked with a boy and let him touch me like that? - Ali asked, obvious
sarcasm and mirth in her voice.  -œNo. - agreed Tracey seriously.   -œMore
like the kind of girl who -(TM)d get naked in front of a dozen guys and let
them shave your cunt. -  -œYeah, that does kind of seem like something I
-(TM)d do. - Ali agreed.  -œYou going to be okay? -  -œFine.  I -(TM)m
going to go back to sleep and see if Grayson wants to see my new hairstyle.
- Ali replied. It took Tracey a moment.   -œHairstyle.  Nice.  That -(TM)s
funny. -  -œNight. - Ali laid hard on her pillow; it smelled musty and
strongly of sex.   -œI have to wash my sheets tomorrow - she thought to
herself, flipping it over and carefully sniffing the other side.  In only a
few minutes she was soundly back asleep.  Grayson made no repeat
appearances in her dreams.  -œBreakfast? - That was the entirety of the
text message that woke Ali the next morning at eight o -(TM)clock.  It was
from Grayson. Ali scrambled out of bed and dashed to the mirror.  She
quickly reapplied her mascara and dragged a brush through her hair.  She
pulled on one of her new thong panties with its matching bra and a
different pair of her new, tight jeans, along with her new sweater.  She
grabbed her phone and wrote  -œbrushing teeth.  5 mins. -, then tucked it
into her pocket and grabbed her toothbrush, slipping her bare feet into her
flip flops. She pulled the door open to find Grayson standing in the
hallway.   -œI can wait five minutes. - He said, glancing up from his
phone. Ali smiled and flushed.   -œI just -- - she said lamely, holding up
her toothbrush in one hand, toothpaste in the other.  -œI -(TM)ll be right
here. - He assured her, and she smiled broadly at him, then dashed down
the hall to the bathroom.  She checked and rechecked her hair and face in
the mirror as she brushed, then collected herself and tried to appear calm
as she walked back to her room.  Grayson was still standing outside.  -œI
love your new clothes. - He told her.  -œThanks. - Ali smiled.   -œThis
is a new look for me. -  -œIt -(TM)s perfect for you. - he said. Ali let
herself into her room, dropped her toothbrush onto her desk to be put away
later, and quickly stepped into some more sensible shoes for autumn in the
Midwest. Once again their conversation was free and easy during breakfast,
and Ali felt more comfortable with him than anyone, with the possible
exception of Tracey.  -œWhen -(TM)s your first class again? - she asked
him finally.  -œNot until ten. - He replied.  -œMe, too.  Can we go
somewhere and talk? -  -œHaven -(TM)t we been talking? - he asked her
jokingly.  -œTalk privately? -  -œSure.  I -(TM)m sorry.  Where do you
want to go? -  -œIs your roommate still there? -  -œHe -(TM)s got a nine
on Friday -(TM)s.  He should be gone.  He was awake when I left. -  -œCan
we go to your room? - Together they walked in comfortable silence back to
the dorm, and up to his room.  Ali grew more nervous, but more certain the
closer they got.  -œWhat -(TM)s up? - he asked, sitting on his bed and
offering Ali the desk chair. She sat next to him on his bed.   -œI need to
tell you about naked practice last night. -  -œThat really sounds weird.
- he said.   -œNaked practice. -  -œYeah.  So Tracey was waiting for me
when I got back last night, and there were some guys over. -  -œYou don
-(TM)t need to tell me if you don -(TM)t want to. -  -œYou -(TM)re not
jealous? -  -œWell, sure I am.  But we -(TM)ve only been on one date. - 
-œThree if you count breakfasts. -  -œWe -(TM)ve only really gotten to
know each other in the last two days. - he corrected himself.   -œI -(TM)m
not officially allowed to be jealous. -  -œSo you are, but you -(TM)re not
going to say anything because we only have been hanging out for two days?
-  -œThat -(TM)s about right. -  -œWell, I think that -(TM)s stupid. -
she replied, frustrated.  -œDo you want me to be jealous? -  -œNo.  But I
still feel bad.  I know we -(TM)ve only known each other for two days, but
I really like you, and I feel weird.  Like I -(TM)m cheating on you or
something. -  -œI -(TM)m sorry you feel that way. - he said slowly.   -œI
-(TM)m not sure what I -(TM)m supposed to do. -  -œI need to know, - she
said, not looking at him,  -œexactly why you -(TM)re jealous. -  -œI don
-(TM)t know what you mean.  Why I -(TM)m jealous? -  -œAre you jealous
that I -(TM)m doing this project?  Or is it that I -(TM)m practicing in
front of my friends?  Or what? - Grayson thought for what seemed to Ali to
be a very long moment.   -œAnd we -(TM)re being totally honest? - 
-œTotally. - she agreed.  -œI guess it -(TM)s because I feel a little left
out. - he started nervously.  Despite Ali -(TM)s insistence on total
honesty, it was still frightening to be completely truthful with someone. 
-œI don -(TM)t know exactly what happens, and I probably never will, and I
just feel this  -" I don -(TM)t know  -" exclusion. - Ali was silent for a
moment, steeling herself.   -œThat -(TM)s what Tracey thought you -(TM)d be
thinking. - she finally said.  She paused for another moment, then
continued,  -œI really like you.  I -(TM)m afraid of this project breaking
us up before we have a chance. -  -œI won -(TM)t let it get to that. - he
interrupted, looking up at her and taking her hand in his. A tear ran down
her cheek, but she pressed on.   -œYou can -(TM)t promise that.  You can
-(TM)t say that this won -(TM)t bother you even ten years from now.  You
could be talking about that bitch you dated in college who was always
hanging around naked with a ton of guys. -  -œI could never think of you
as a bitch. - he assured her.   -œAt least not because of anything I know
about you yet. - Ali laughed.   -œYou -(TM)re honest, and you -(TM)re
funny.  I like that.  But I don -(TM)t want this to be a problem for us.  I
have to do the project.  I have to finish. -  -œI know, Ali. -  -œAnd the
practice?  It sucks.  I hate every second of it. -  -œThen stop doing it!
-  -œBut it helps.  That -(TM)s the worst part.  It really does help.  I
couldn -(TM)t go to class unprepared.  I couldn -(TM)t do the things I have
to do for this stupid project if I didn -(TM)t practice. - Grayson was
silent.  There was pain in his eyes as he struggled to find a way to help
Ali. Ali took a breath, shuddering slightly from nervous tension, and
continued.   -œAnd it really does help that there are a lot of people at
practice.  If it was just me and Tracey it would be different.  It helps.
- Grayson squeezed her hand, silently reassuring her that he was there for
her, that he understood.  He somehow knew that she needed to keep talking,
that it would be so much harder for her to say what she needed to if he
interrupted her now.  -œI feel horrible that you get upset.  I don -(TM)t
want this to come between us.  I don -(TM)t want to lose a great guy
because of this project.  If this could go somewhere, if we could become
something, I want to give us that chance. -  -œI -(TM)d like that, too. -
Grayson said softly.  -œI want you to start coming to practice. - Ali
whispered. Grayson was silent for a few moments, processing what he -(TM)d
heard.  -œWhy? - It was not what he -(TM)d intended to say, but there were
so many things going on in his head, and it -(TM)s what came out.  -œIf you
see, if you -(TM)re there, you won -(TM)t be left out. -  -œAre you sure
you want this? -  -œIt might have been harder to have this conversation
that it was to take off my clothes in class that first day. - Ali said.  
-œBut I did it because I can -(TM)t let this be the reason that you and I
don -(TM)t have a chance. -  -œThank you. - Grayson said after a pause. 
-œBut the fact that you invited me.  I -(TM)m not jealous any more.  I don
-(TM)t need to come. - Ali started to cry now, and for a few moments
Grayson held her close, and they did not speak. Ali quickly gained control
of her emotions, and broke Grayson -(TM)s embrace.   -œGray?  You -(TM)re
saying that to save me.  To protect me.  But I -(TM)m scared it will come
between us.  I -(TM)m afraid it will always be there in the back of your
head, and I don -(TM)t want that.  Please come?  For me?  Please? -
Grayson looked into her watery blue eyes, and gently caressed her cheek.  
-œIf I wasn -(TM)t living this moment, I wouldn -(TM)t believe it. -
Grayson said softly.  -œWhat? - Ali asked, confused.  -œYes.  I -(TM)ll do
it for you.  I -(TM)ll come with you and watch you take all of your clothes
off. -  -œOh. - Ali said quietly.  After a moment she laughed.   -œI
guess this is one of the weirdest conversations in the history of forever,
huh? -  -œKind of, yes. -  -œSo you will come?  You -(TM)ll come with me
tonight and watch me take all of my clothes off, and then afterwards maybe
take me on our second date? - He laughed.   -œI will.  For you, I -(TM)ll
come look at your bare breasts.  Maybe afterwards we can get to know each
other! - They fell into a fit of giggles, each reveling in the absurdity
of the situation, finding it funnier and funnier, until they feel into a
deep, passionate kiss.  -œThank you. - Ali finally said as they lay with
each other, her head cradled on his chest with his arms wrapped tightly
around her.  -œFor what? -  -œI told you that was one of the hardest
things I -(TM)ve ever done.  Probably the hardest conversation I -(TM)ve
ever had.  Thank you for making it easy for me. - He kissed her on the top
of her head.   -œThank you for trusting me. - At 11:30 they woke, still
laying on the bed together, her head still on his chest.  They had missed
their first class, and quickly decided to skip the rest.  Grayson had two
more, Ali only one.  They spent the day talking, laughing enjoying one
another -(TM)s company, and successfully avoiding the topic of the project
or of naked practice, until Ali brought it up again before dinner.  -œWill
you drive me to the tanning salon? - she asked.  -œSure.  How come? - 
-œI have to tan for the project.  I -(TM)m supposed to have tan lines. - 
-œYou should do the spray-on tan.  Tanning is bad for you. - He was only
half joking.  -œI know.  There -(TM)s no spray-on place in town that I know
of. -  -œI -(TM)ll drive you, but I -(TM)m going to feel really bad if you
get skin cancer. -  -œAs long as you -(TM)ll feel bad, that -(TM)s all
that matters. - Grayson drove Ali to the tanning salon, and walked inside
with her despite her insistence that he could wander the nearby stores, and
did not need to wait for her.  -œNaked girl! - exclaimed Tami as the
jingling bell of the door drew the girl -(TM)s attention toward the couple
entering the salon.  Ali was thankful that the waiting area was deserted. 
-œHey, Tami. - Ali said flatly.  -œMy boss is totally psyched that you
-(TM)re tanning here! - Tami said excitedly.   -œI told him the other day
and he was all pissed that he wasn -(TM)t here!  Hang on! - Without
waiting for a reply Tami bounced down the hallway, past all of the tanning
rooms to a door labeled  -œManager -, and went inside.  Less than a minute
later she bounded back out, followed by a slightly overweight middle-aged
man, deeply tanned with salt and pepper hair and a few too many gold rings
on his fingers.  He had a broad smile on his clean shaven face with
obviously whitened teeth shining through his dark lips.  His brown eyes
sparkled, and he was obviously an attractive man. His voice was kind and
warm as he spoke.   -œI -(TM)m Paulie Antonucci, but everyone calls me
Uncle Paulie.  I own this place.  Tami tells me that you -(TM)re the girl
who -(TM)s going to class naked up there at the college. -  -œYes, sir. -
answered Ali demurely.  Grayson could sense her discomfort, even though
Tami and Uncle Paulie seemed oblivious.  -œI really wanted to meet you. -
he said cheerfully.   -œI want to talk to you about marketing my store. -
-œWhat do you mean? - asked Ali, a little apprehension in her voice. 
-œYou -(TM)re a celebrity around this town.  Everyone -(TM)s heard about
you.  I want to offer you free tanning as long as you -(TM)re at school
here if you pose for a couple pictures, let me make some posters. -  -œNo,
thank you. - Ali replied.   -œI -(TM)m not sure I -(TM)m comfortable with
that. -  -œIt -(TM)d be legit. - Uncle Paulie said, assuming her
apprehension was around the kind of pictures he -(TM)d request.   -œMy
nephew -(TM)s a professional photographer.  Does all the weddings in town.
He -(TM)d set the whole thing up.  They -(TM)d be posters around the school
and town.  You -(TM)d be covered.  Can -(TM)t plaster up pictures of a nude
girl around town!  I -(TM)d get arrested! -  -œIt -(TM)s just that I don
-(TM)t tan that often, other than this project. - Ali said demurely.   -œI
wouldn -(TM)t really use it.  A little in the summer, but otherwise, no. -
 -œAnd we prefer the spray-on tanning, anyway. - Grayson interrupted,
standing close to Ali -(TM)s side.  She felt more confident with him there
supporting her.  -œTell you what. - Uncle Paulie replied.   -œI -(TM)m
planning to install one of those spray booths next summer.  You can have
access to that once it -(TM)s in.  Meantime, you give me the names of a
couple of your friends and I -(TM)ll give them free tanning, too. - Ali
thought about it.  Tracey and Stephanie had both complained that their tans
were fading, and both laid out a lot at home.  They -(TM)d complained that
they couldn -(TM)t afford to tan with Ali, and would really enjoy free
tanning sessions.  They had been so helpful and so kind to her that she
decided to do it for the free tanning for them.  -œCan I have a couple of
my friends at the photo session? - she asked.  She was uncomfortable with
strangers, and would feel better with Tracey, and probably Gray, there to
help her through it.  -œSure! - Uncle Paulie answered jovially.   -œI
-(TM)ll write up a quick agreement on my computer while you -(TM)re tanning
and then we -(TM)ll schedule my nephew! - Grayson squeezed her hand, and
then Tami led her down the corridor to one of the tanning rooms.  Grayson
sat himself in one of the chairs as Uncle Paulie returned to his office.
Half an hour later Ali, Uncle Paulie and Grayson were seated in Uncle
Paulie -(TM)s office reviewing the one page agreement he had written up. 
Ali was nervous about signing a document like this, but she and Gray had
both read it a few times, and could find nothing wrong with it.  It was
very simple, stating only that the five people listed at the bottom of the
page, along with Ali, would receive free unlimited use of all the
facilities offered by White Lines Tanning Salon as long as they were
enrolled as students in the college, in return for Ali posing for pictures
to be used for marketing for the salon. Grayson insisted that the pictures
could not be used for anything else, and that they all be clean; no nudity.
Uncle Paulie quickly added it to the document, and printed a new copy for
them to read. Satisfied, Ali added Tracey, Stephanie and Monica -(TM)s
names, asked if she could fill in the other two later, then signed the
paper and handed it back.  Uncle Paulie made a copy and gave it to Ali.  
-œI -(TM)ll set up your friends in the computer so when they come in they
won -(TM)t have any trouble. - he assured her.  -œThank you. -  -œI
-(TM)ll call you when I know when my nephew can take the pictures. - he
said.  -œOkay. - Back at the dorm, Ali kissed Gray goodbye, promising to
call him after her shower, and walked into her room.  Tracey, Andrew,
Monica and Stephanie were there.  Ali quickly recapped her day, leaving out
the fact that she -(TM)d invited Grayson to naked practice.  She told the
girls about their free tanning and showed Andrew the agreement when he
asked about it. The three girls were thrilled about their free tanning, and
each hugged Ali.  Andrew confirmed that he would not be interested, leaving
Ali with two still-unused spaces on the document.  To her embarrassment,
she undressed in the midst of her friends as they all continued their
conversation, and then excused herself wearing just her robe and shower
shoes, carrying her basket. In the shower she used her razor to clean up
the shaving job she -(TM)d done with the electric shaver the night before,
shaved her legs even though they did not really need it, and shampooed her
hair twice. Back in her room Dan and Sean had joined the party, and they
were now all drinking.  Tracey, Monica and Stephanie had Mike -(TM)s Hard
Lemonade, and the guys all had beer.  Again, to Ali -(TM)s discomfort, she
was not allowed privacy while she readied herself, and was forced to
surrender her robe and shower shoes immediately upon entering the room to
the cheers of the guys.  Listening to music, drinking and casually chatting
everyone sat on beds or chairs while watching Ali put on body lotion, dry
her hair and apply her makeup, all while totally nude. Tracey had laid out
her outfit for the evening; they would be going to the theater at nine o
-(TM)clock.  The rehearsals for the play were taking place most evenings,
but this night none of Tracey -(TM)s scenes were required, and rehearsal
would end by 8:30.   -œSo we -(TM)ll just hang out here, and you can get
dressed right before we go over. - Tracey announced.  -œI haven -(TM)t had
dinner. - Ali argued.   -œI was going to meet Grayson. -  -œWe -(TM)re
having pizza.  We already ordered, and it -(TM)s coming to Ben and Chris
-(TM) room.  Chris is going to come over once it -(TM)s there. - Ali
looked at the clothes that were on the corner of her desk.  They included
her old, baggy jeans and her hoodie.   -œWhere -(TM)s the rest of my
clothes? -  -œJust takes up time. - Tracey replied, not even glancing her
direction.   -œZip up your hoodie and no one will know you -(TM)re not
wearing anything under it. -  -œWhat about shoes? -  -œShit, that -(TM)s
right! - Tracey said.  She opened her closet door and pulled out a bag
that Ali recognized from the second hand store.   -œAndrew and I went with
Tim and got these for you today when you were ignoring your phone. - She
smiled knowingly, and Ali blushed. In the bag were a pair of white Reebok
gym shoes that looked ancient in style, but relatively new in cleanliness.
They were Ali -(TM)s size.  Andrew explained that they -(TM)re actually
from the early 1990 -(TM)s, but they look close enough to the gym shoes
from the 80 -(TM)s. Tracey pulled a pair of white ankle socks from Ali
-(TM)s drawer and placed them on top of her jeans.  -œThanks.  I need to
call Gray and tell him that we -(TM)re not going to dinner. - Tracey
looked apologetically at her friend.  She knew that Ali enjoyed spending
time with Grayson.   -œDo you want to just meet us at nine? -  -œCan I? -
Tracey looked around the room.  The guys, while enjoying every moment of
Ali -(TM)s nudity they could get, agreed to let her go. Ali considered her
good fortune and didn -(TM)t argue her attire.  She pulled on her jeans and
zipped herself into her hoodie, then sat on the bed to put on her socks and
shoes.   -œNine o -(TM)clock at the theater. - she promised as she ran out
the door, smiling gratefully at her friends.  -œI -(TM)m sorry I didn
-(TM)t call. - Ali said as she and Grayson walked to his car.   -œTracey
ambushed me in the room. - Ali explained about having to undress after
arriving home, and having to prepare for the night after the shower with a
room full of her friends.  -œI get why you -(TM)re doing it, - Grayson
said thoughtfully,  -œbut it just seems weird to me. - Ali explained
during the car ride that no one was under any false illusions;  -œI -(TM)m
just a naked girl that the guys all get to ogle and look at.  But if I didn
-(TM)t do these practices, I would never be able to do the classes. - 
-œSo the guys don -(TM)t even pretend that they -(TM)re helping you? - 
-œOh, everyone knows it helps me. - she replied.   -œI guess it -(TM)s
just that no one pretends that they aren -(TM)t enjoying the show. -
Grayson was silent for a while.  As Ali sat nervously, trying to read his
face.   -œI think I -(TM)m more jealous than I thought. -  -œJealous bad?
-  -œNo.  I can handle it.  I just pictured something different. -  -œAre
you still going to come? - she sounded nervous.  After a pause, he replied
slowly.   -œWell, I guess now that I know I -(TM)m allowed to enjoy myself,
maybe I will. - Ali blushed furiously.  -œI -(TM)m sorry.  I didn -(TM)t
mean to embarrass you.  I was kidding.  I was trying to make a joke!  I
-(TM)m sorry! -  -œNo, it -(TM)s fine.  That just surprised me.  I -(TM)m
so scared that I -(TM)m going to ruin whatever we might have. -  -œI
-(TM)ll make you a deal. - Grayson replied.   -œI promise that I -(TM)ll
let you know if anything is bothering me about this project.  You promise
me that you -(TM)ll be honest with me about it, and that it -(TM)s just
looking. -  -œI promise. - Ali said.  She wondered if she should tell him
that Darren had shaved her.  She decided against it. Once again their
conversation was easy and effortless over dinner, and too soon it was
approaching nine o -(TM)clock.   -œWe have to get to the theater. - Ali
said, feeling the familiar nervousness in her stomach once again. They had
already paid their bill, and were talking while sharing the last of the
brownie sundae they had ordered for desert.  They stood and walked silently
toward his car.  -œYou -(TM)re sure you -(TM)re okay with me coming? - 
-œNo.  But I -(TM)m not sure about any of the guys.  I see these guys in
class, at parties, in the hallway of my dorm.  They -(TM)re my friends, and
Tracey -(TM)s friends.  And almost every night for the past six weeks they
-(TM)ve seen me naked, and every time I sit down to have lunch with them,
or talk about homework with them I know it.  They don -(TM)t really act too
different, but they know that they never have to get naked in front of me,
and that they can tell me to spread my legs farther, or to lean back, or to
dance different, and I have to do it.  For a couple of hours every night I
-(TM)m their nude toy to play with. - Grayson was silent; unsure of what
to take from this.  -œBut they -(TM)re all nice to me, and they don -(TM)t
make fun of me.  And it -(TM)s really hard, and it sucks, but it -(TM)s not
as hard as I thought it would be, and it doesn -(TM)t suck as much as I
thought it would.  And I like you more than I like them, and if I can still
party with them and I can still have lunch with them, then why shouldn
-(TM)t you come? -  -œYou -(TM)re a really weird girl, Alison Cawood. - 
-œWeird good? -  -œWeird good.  Really good.  Now let -(TM)s go see your
boobs. - Ali unzipped her jacket and held it open.   -œThey said that
wearing a shirt would just slow everything down. - Grayson stared, his
mouth gaping slightly, as Ali blushed in the dark car, but continued to
hold her jacket open, displaying her breasts to him.  -œWow. - he said,
finally.   -œYou hear about a thing, and you know what -(TM)s coming, but
somehow seeing it -- you -(TM)re just not prepared. -  -œI -(TM)m sorry.
- Ali said, pulling her jacket closed.  -œNo! - Grayson replied.   -œDon
-(TM)t be sorry!  You -(TM)re amazing! - Ali blushed as she zipped her
jacket back up, and Grayson pulled out of the parking lot.   -œDo you know
that -(TM)s the first time I ever did that by my own choice? -  -œDid
what? -  -œWhen I opened my jacket.  Tracey always has to make me do it.
-  -œWell, I don -(TM)t know if I could make you do it. - Grayson
replied.  -œSeems mean. -  -œI can -(TM)t do it unless she makes me.  If
someone makes me, then I can. -  -œI think I get it.  So why did you do it
now? -  -œI wanted to. -  -œI -(TM)m glad you wanted to.  If you ever
want to again, just call me. - Ali playfully slapped, him, but unzipped
her jacket and flashed him, covered by nothing but the seat belt. He
grinned at her, and after he had parked the car, leaned over and kissed
her. Tracey was already inside with almost the entire group.  Monica and
Stephanie were noticeably absent, leaving Ali with Tracey and eleven guys.
-œEveryone, this is Grayson Matthews.  Gray, these are the guys; my
friends. - At that moment it struck Ali; these were her friends.  She
-(TM)d never had more than one or two people in her life at any given time
who she considered  -œfriend -, and now here she was introducing Grayson
to a room full of people, all of whom deserved that label. Tracey called
her over.   -œYou invited your boyfriend? -  -œHe -(TM)s not my boyfriend
yet.  And yes. - Ali explained their earlier conversation, and the
jealousy.   -œI just don -(TM)t want to risk losing him over this. - 
-œYour call.  Too late to back out now, I suppose.  And you -(TM)re just
going to go on your normal dates with him and not let him feel you up or
screw you, but you -(TM)ll hang out naked during practice? -  -œHe knows
the rules. - Ali said quietly.  -œOkay.  Just be sure you do.  I worry
about you. -  -œYou -(TM)re not my mom. -  -œNo, but I -(TM)m your friend
and I care about you. - Ali was silent.   -œI -(TM)m sorry.  I know. 
Thank you.  I -(TM)m fine, and Grayson -(TM)s fine. -  -œOkay! - Tracey
said loudly, walking away from Ali.   -œThen it -(TM)s time. - She nodded
toward Tim, who stood with a bag in his hand.   -œSo next week is a 1980
-(TM)s sports theme.  You -(TM)re already wearing the shoes, although I
-(TM)d rather you didn -(TM)t wear them outside.  The white is hard to
maintain and is very important to the look.  My mom actually has some
workout videos on VHS at home, and I asked her to mail me a couple for a
project at school.  I watched them and then made you a workout outfit that
I think it pretty authentic. - He first showed a color drawing he had made
of a woman wearing red tights with a neon blue scoop-necked sleeveless
leotard and matching blue leg warmers that came just to the knee.  She had
her hair styled in tight curls and pulled back with a blue sweatband.  Her
only other clothing consisted of blue sweatbands on her wrists. Everyone
immediately recognized the image as a classic 1980 -(TM)s look.  From the
bag he produced a nearly identical outfit.  The tights were made of a shiny
spandex and were a light pink.  The leotard was a medium blue, a little
darker than the sky with a purple hue and not as bright or neon as his
drawing.  The leg warmers were dark blue, again leaning toward purple, and
perfectly matched the wrist and head bands.  -œI couldn -(TM)t find the
right blue, and when I tried to get the spandex and the cotton to match, it
looked horrible, so I just ended up going with complimentary colors. - He
explained. Ali walked onto the stage and nervously kicked off her shoes. 
Changing her clothes was probably worse than being naked.  When she was
naked the guys were seeing her naked.  When she was changing, they were
seeing her reveal herself to them, and they were watching her do something
that most guys never saw a friend do.  Somehow it seemed more intimate,
because it wasn -(TM)t staged and wasn -(TM)t rehearsed.  It was just her
being herself. All of the guys were standing in the front row, leaning
against the stage.  Only Grayson was seated, a little off to the side.  He
looked like he wasn -(TM)t sure he should watch, but couldn -(TM)t tear his
eyes away. Ali smiled at him, and shrugged in an attempt to say  -œwell, I
told you it was weird. - She kept her eyes on him as she unzipped her
jacket and pulled it off, dropping it to the floor.  He broke eye contact
almost immediately, and she saw the quick shift in his gaze as her breasts
were bared.  Just as quickly he locked his eyes to hers again, and she saw
his face flush slightly. He was embarrassed.  He -(TM)d been caught looking
at her boobs, and was embarrassed. Ali smiled warmly at him and
intentionally dropped her gaze to his crotch for a long moment, in an
effort to further embarrass him, and to let him know that it was okay.  
-œWhy can -(TM)t guys wear tight jeans? - she lamented inside her own
head. Still looking at Grayson, she unbuttoned her jeans and dropped them
to the floor, then stepped out of them, and laughed as Grayson -(TM)s eyes
grew wider, and his blush grew deeper. Ali looked away and picked up the
tights.  Tim explained the front and back, and she stepped into them; they
were a perfect fit, if a little long.  Next came the leotard, which was a
little snug in the chest, but otherwise the right size.  She then sat and
laced on her new Reebok -(TM)s and slipped her feet into the leg warmers,
which she carefully arranged around her knees.  Last came the sweatbands.
Tim and Darren had to help her put on the headband, and Darren promised to
help her style her hair so that it looked more authentic. Now dressed, Ali
modeled the outfit for the guys, and finally looked over at Grayson again.
His blush was gone, and he was obviously checking out her body, and didn
-(TM)t notice at first that she was looking his way.  He blushed again as
she smiled at him. Tracey joined her on stage and began teaching her a
workout routine she -(TM)d seen on Tim -(TM)s video.  It was about five
minutes long, and focused on stretching and flexibility; a kind of Yoga. 
It was slow, deliberate movements with a little dancing.  Bend over and
touch your toes, then bounce each knee in beat left, right left left right.
Stand slowly and turn to your side.  Bring your arms up over your head and
reach, arching your back and bouncing on each knee.  Right, left, right
right left. After two or three times through Ali was getting more fluid. 
She still needed Tracey by her side, leading the routine and reminding her
what was next, but she had the actual posture and movement nearly perfect.
-œNow we need to find a way to strip you during this. - Tracey announced.
Ali went through several postures.  The first move in the routine was the
toe touch.  Ali did that move, then stood, grasped the shoulder straps of
the leotard, and worked it slowly down until she -(TM)d pulled it to her
toes.  After two practices she -(TM)d gotten it down perfectly. Now, as she
lightly flexed each knee in beat, she gently lifted each foot, sliding the
leotard completely off.  She now stood in only the tights and leg warmers.
Arms up over her head, back arched, and stretch.  She couldn -(TM)t believe
she was doing this topless.  Arms to her sides, slow twists, side to side,
knees bouncing. Now alternating toe touches.  Right hand, left foot.  This
left her left arm straight up in the air.  Stand, repeat to the other side.
Ali tried to pull off the leg warmers several times, but there was no
graceful way to do it.  She fell once, almost lost her balance and stumbled
off the stage another.  -œWhat if she leaves them on? - suggested Sam. 
-œCan -(TM)t get the tights off with those on. - Replied AJ. Ali used this
short break to look over at Grayson.  He was now sitting closer to the
group; he had moved at some point in the last fifteen minutes.  He was much
more relaxed, and seemed to be enjoying the show.  Ali smiled at him, and
rather than blushing, he smiled back.  -œWhat if you sew the tights into
the leotard, and she takes the whole thing off at the same time? - he
suggested. Everyone turned to stare at him, surprised that the new guy was
already making suggestions.  -œI could do that, but when she pulled
everything down it would all turn inside out and the tights would be up to
her knees.  And there -(TM)s still the problem of the leg warmers. - Tim
replied.  -œWhat if you make the tights into shorts, though? - Tim thought
for a moment.  He grabbed his drawing and flipped it over, making a quick
sketch.   -œI think that could work. - He said. To simulate this, Ali
removed the tights and legwarmers while Tim ran into the costume
department, returning with a pair of spandex shorts.   -œPut these on over
the leotard and we -(TM)ll see what it -(TM)s like if they -(TM)re all one
piece.  Ali put on the leotard and shorts, and then put the leg warmers
back on.  She started the routine over, bending at the waist and slowly
bouncing each knee.  She stood, and once again pulled the leotard down and
off, this time dragging the shorts with.  Once they had cleared her knee,
they came down rather easily, and it was little effort for her to pass
everything over the leg warmers without pulling them down, too.  It was a
bit more difficult to get them over her shoes, but she managed alright. She
practiced this two more times until she was nearly as flawless as she had
been with just the leotard. Ali had been so caught up in the embarrassment
of the dancing and the concern for the routine that she hadn -(TM)t yet
realized that this meant that she was now virtually naked only a minute
into the five minute dance routine.  -œCan -(TM)t I take the leg warmers
off first? - she asked. Ali dressed and undressed to her routine at least
half a dozen times.  She removed the leg warmers first, and then the shoes,
followed by the leotard and the tights.  She removed the leotard, then the
shoes, the leg warmers, and finally the tights.  She removed the leotard,
leg warmers, tights and shoes.  -œI almost think the leg warmers should
stay on. - suggested AJ.   -œI think it -(TM)s a good look, and I think it
keeps the 80 -(TM)s theme.  -œArtistically, it does balance her out. -
agreed Jer.  -œWhat? - Well, she -(TM)s got the blue cotton headband, blue
cotton wrist bands, and the blue cotton leg warmers.  It -(TM)s
symmetrical. Without the leg warmers she a little off balance.  It -(TM)s
no big deal -- - Naked, she stood first with the leg warmers, then
without.  -œNow that you say it, you -(TM)re right. - Everyone agreed, and
they decided.  -œKeep the shoes? - No.  It was surprising how much
different the look was when her shoes were off. Once again Ali dressed. 
This time in the leotard, shorts, leg warmers and shoes with no socks.  She
began the routine, bending at the waist and bouncing in slow time.  Left,
right, left left right. She slowly stood, grabbed her leotard and worked it
slowly down her body, over her leg warmers.  Right, left, right right left.
The leotard and shorts were off. She stood and slowly brought her hands up,
reaching high into the air, stretching her naked body, arching her back and
thrusting her pelvis forward as a consequence.  Left, right, left left
right. Now side spins, her arms straight out to either side, her body bare.
Turn, left then right.  Again. Now alternating toe touches.  Left arm down
to the right foot.  Untie the shoe.  Right arm down to the left foot. 
Untie the other shoe.  Left hand to right foot, slip off the shoe.  Right
hand to left foot, slip off the other. Back to standing.  Turn to the side,
arms straight up.  Slow, deliberate lunges.  Right leg out, left knee
touches the floor.  Stand, turn to the other side, left leg out, right knee
touches the floor.  Four more. Back to standing, arms straight out. 
Forward lunges.  Side bends.  Hands on hips, bend to the right, back to
center, bend to the left.  -œI think it looks great! - Tracey announced. 
-œDo I have to be naked the whole time? -  -œYou didn -(TM)t take your
shoes off until the fourth thing! - Tracey joked.  -œYou -(TM)re
hilarious. -  -œWe could try to reorder the moves, but I think it -(TM)s
great this way.  Vote, guys? - Ali knew how the vote would turn out before
Tracey finished asking the question.   -œWhat if we turn her around for
part of it? - asked Sean.  -œWhat do you mean? -  -œWell, like if she
turns after each exercise or something.  So we can see her from all angles.
- Ali flushed red, but Tracey thought it was an excellent suggestion.  
-œStop complaining.  You need to practice again anyway.  Try it that way.
- Ali pulled on her clothes and shoes, and repeated the routine, turning
half a turn to her right after each move.  First she was facing forward,
next she was facing where her right had been.  Then she was facing away
from the audience, then facing left, and finally facing forward again. 
-œThat didn -(TM)t quite work. - Darren said.  Try doing the first few
facing us.  Then do the side spins while facing your right, then turn your
back to us after you finish those.  Then do the side lunges that way, since
you turn side to side anyway.  Then you -(TM)ll finish on one side, and you
can do a quarter turn and face us again to finish out. Ali was confused, so
Darren came on stage while she dressed.  He quickly ran through the first
few.  -œBend, up, Bend, clothes off. - he said, rapidly mimicking the
movements.   -œStretch up, done.  Turn to the right, side spins. - He
completed the routine in less than a minute in that fashion, and then
jumped off the stage and took his seat. Ali started the routine again, with
Darren reminding her.   -œRight, keep facing us for the next one.  Okay,
perfect.  Now the side spins, turn to your right. - Ali realized that she
would have her back to the audience when she removed her shoes.  This meant
bending at the waist with her legs spread, touching one hand to the
opposite foot and bouncing on her knees left, right left left right. When
she finished the routine, she tried to complain.   -œSo I -(TM)m facing you
guys for everything that shows off my boobs, and then I have my back to you
so I can bend over and show you my pussy from behind? - The guys were
nervous, looking around.  Grayson was smiling slightly, remaining silent. 
-œI think it was perfect.  You want our help, we -(TM)re giving it to you.
- said Tracey sternly. Ali stood still, staring at Tracey for a moment,
then dropped her gaze. She practiced her routine two more times, turning
the proper direction each time, until she could do it without Tracey -(TM)s
lead or Darren -(TM)s reminder of which direction to face. Tim collected
the clothes and promised to have the shorts sewn into the leotard by the
next afternoon.  Ali dressed in her jeans and hoodie, and they all filed
out of the theater.  -œThat was very educational. - Said Grayson on the
way to his car.  -œAt one point I almost felt sorry for you. - Ali told
him.  -œSorry for me? -  -œYou looked scared, like you were afraid I
-(TM)d get mad at you for looking. -  -œIt was weird at first.  Everyone
seems so used to it. -  -œThey -(TM)ve been doing this for a few weeks. 
They used to act like you, but it -(TM)s cuter when you do. -  -œOh, I
-(TM)m not cute at all.  I -(TM)m manly and stuff. -  -œAnd stuff.  Yeah.
- Ali replied.  She unzipped her jacket and Grayson nearly tripped.  
-œYou -(TM)re really manly and stuff.  Can -(TM)t even walk straight when a
girls boobs are bared near you. -  -œAlison Cawood! - Tracey yelled,
running toward them.   -œDid you just bare your breasts in public? - Ali
blushed, and Grayson looked away.  Neither replied. Tracey was laughing
when she stopped next to them.   -œSo much for the shy girl! - Ali looked
down at her feet, embarrassed that she -(TM)d been caught, and confused. 
Tracey was right  -" this was nothing like her.  She was shy and still
embarrassed with the nudity, but somehow it was sexy and funny with
Grayson.  -œI couldn -(TM)t believe what I saw! - Tracey continued.   -œI
sent everyone else on ahead.  Now you guys have to drive me back to the
dorm because I -(TM)m not walking across campus alone this late! -
Grayson, now with something to do, opened his car and allowed the girls
inside.  Ali sat in front, and Tracey immediately behind her.  The drive
back to the dorm took only a minute, and Tracey did all of the talking,
mostly about how good the costume that Tim had made looked, and how quickly
Ali had picked up the routine.  -œYou want to hang out? - asked Grayson as
they paused on the second floor landing, both wishing that Tracey would
continue up alone.  -œSure.  I don -(TM)t feel ready for bed yet. - Ali
replied.  -œGood.  Come back to our room then.  I want to get to know your
new boyfriend. - Tracey interrupted, taking Grayson -(TM)s arm and leading
him up the stairs. Ali sighed and followed as Gray looked back over his
shoulder helplessly.  Ali offered Grayson a drink, opening a beer for him,
and a Mike -(TM)s for herself and Tracey.  Tracey sat on her bed, looking
the couple up and down.  -œSo what did you think of our little Ali -(TM)s
show tonight? -  -œIt was -- different.  Than I thought it would be, I
mean. - Ali was looking nervously at the two of them.  She had wanted to
know this, but wanted to discuss it in private.  -œHow do you mean? -
Tracey pressed.  -œWell, I knew that she was going to be naked, but knowing
it and then seeing it are, like, completely different.  It was just so -- I
don -(TM)t know -- so REAL. -  -œIt is like that, isn -(TM)t it? -  -œIt
was kind of weird at first, but then you kind of get over the initial shock
of it, and it -(TM)s -- - he trailed off, and looked guiltily at Ali. 
-œJust really fun to see her naked? - Tracey finished his sentence for
him. Slowly he nodded, not breaking eye contact with Ali.  -œYeah, we all
talk about that.  I mean, it does help Ali in the project, but no one
should lie about it and say that we don -(TM)t really like seeing her
naked. She -(TM)s really cute, isn -(TM)t she? - Tracey was almost giddy
as she spoke, seeming to feed off of how uncomfortable she was making
Grayson and Ali.  -œShe -(TM)s very cute. - Grayson agreed, then quickly
added  -œBut I thought that even before I saw her naked. -  -œSo is he
going to come to all of your naked practices now? - Tracey asked,
addressing Ali for the first time. Ali -(TM)s face was bright red, and she
had been staring, first at Grayson, then at Tracey, as they spoke about
her. She was confused at first, not expecting to be so abruptly brought
into the conversation.  It took her a moment to process what had been
asked, and another moment to reply, but finally she nodded.  -œGood. -
Tracey said.   -œThen you can put your clothes away now.  You know the
rule: Naked before bed. - Ali looked helplessly at Tracey, but seeing her
friends resolve, she simply unzipped her hoodie and pulled it off, then
hung it on the back of her chair.  She kicked off her shoes, pulled her
socks off, and then, taking a breath, pushed her jeans down and off.  She
folded them and walked to her closet, where she put them on the pile with
her other jeans. Grayson was openly staring.   -œThis is going to take some
getting used to. -  -œEventually it will get easier for you. - Tracey
said.   -œAli will help you through it by being naked as much as you want
her to. -  -œAli glared at her friend, but quickly followed the other two
in laughing, realizing that Tracey was joking.  -œDrinking Dice? -
suggested Tracey, retrieving them from her drawer. Grayson was fixated as
they sat on the floor.  Ali knew that Tracey preferred her to site
normally, making no adjustments in her posture or position just because she
was naked, and she preferred not to argue  -" and likely lose  -" in front
of Grayson.  Therefore she had seated herself cross legged, which provided
even more exposure of her pussy than in the past due to her freshly shaved
state.  With nothing but a three inch long, two inch wide patch of hair
resting above her bare vagina and her legs crossed, very little was left to
Grayson -(TM)s imagination for the next hour as they played dice, drank,
and talked. In her dream that night, Ali was on stage.  Grayson was sitting
alone in the theater, mostly obscured in the dark.  The only light was a
single spotlight, shining directly on her. She was wearing a sexy, shiny
black dress, but no shoes.  Music started to play, and Ali started to
dance, slowly at first, but keeping her movements in time with the
increasing tempo of the music.  Grayson was now sitting closer, watching
her move. The music changed, and the quality of the light from the spot
changed with it; now softer.  She continued to dance, and turned to find
Grayson sitting on a chair on the stage, only a few feet away.  She did not
go to him, but kept the small distance between them, staying just out of
his reach.  He nodded to someone unseen, and she felt a slight tug, and the
dress fell away into rags at her feet.  She was naked underneath, and it
made her smile.  She danced seductively, spreading her legs, bending and
twisting her body in time to the music, but remaining out of his reach. She
danced a step closer, disappointed that he had not stood, had not come for
her.  She now saw that he was tied to the chair, restrained.  He was her
captive.  She smiled, and danced more seductively, showing more of herself,
touching herself.  She moved closer, inches away from his hands as they
strained against their bindings, trying to touch her skin.  She straddled
him, pressing her breasts into his face, grinding her pussy against the
coarseness of his jeans.  She brought herself down his body, feeling the
hardness of him press against her as she did.  She pressed her face against
his turgid erection through his pants, feeling the outline of him with her
hands.  She kissed up his chest, which was now bare.  She pressed her lips
to his and felt the familiar softness of his tongue entering her mouth. 
She ground herself against him to find his jeans gone.  She pushed herself
against him harder, and he entered her fully and completely.  As she
reveled in the feeling of him inside of her, she heard applause and looked
out into the theater, where the faces of all of her friends smiled back at
her, cheering and clapping. She woke as the orgasm was crashing over her
body.  She was on her back, both hands pressed hard against her soaking
pussy as she thrust her hips upward against their pressure.  The bed
clothes were kicked aside, the pillow halfway across the room, and Tracey
was standing over her, looking down.  She came again. = O =  -œAlison, it
-(TM)s Uncle Paulie. - The phone call had woken her early.  It was only
7:30 on a Saturday morning.   -œHey. - Ali responded groggily.  -œI talked
to my nephew, and he can do it tomorrow.  He has a wedding tonight. - 
-œYour nephew? -  -œThe photo shoot. -  -œRight.  Sure. -  -œMeet at my
shop at 9.  We don -(TM)t open until noon. -  -œNine tomorrow. -  -œSee
you then. - Ali disconnected the call.  -œWho was that? - Tracey asked
sleepily.   -œUncle Paulie. - Ali replied.   -œI -(TM)m supposed to do the
photo thing tomorrow. - Ali suddenly remembered the night before.  -œNine
o -(TM)clock? -  -œYeah. -  -œI have rehearsal.  I can -(TM)t go with
you. -  -œThat -(TM)s okay. - Ali was still embarrassed about having been
caught so blatantly masturbating.  Tracey had been very cool; she made a
few jokes, but was understanding, and didn -(TM)t push her friend, but Ali
was still humiliated by the whole thing. Both girls were able to fall back
to sleep, and awoke around 10.  Grayson drove them to the tanning salon
with Monica and Stephanie, where they were greeted by a too-cheerful Tami.
-œUncle Paulie gave me this for you. - she said to Ali, holding out an
envelope.  It contained a refund for the tanning package that she -(TM)d
prepaid; $50. Without much further discussion, Tami showed the four girls
to four separate rooms, and Grayson wandered off to browse the nearby
stores for half an hour.  He had agreed to drive Ali to the photo shoot the
following morning, and Ali had decided not to mention it to anyone else.
After showering back at the dorm, Ali spent the day with Grayson. 
Embarrassed, she confided in him about her dream, leaving out some of the
details, and omitting the second orgasm from the telling.  -œSo I wake up
and I -(TM)m just going at myself, and Tracey -(TM)s standing there in her
robe! -  -œOh, my God! - Grayson said.  He was laughing but could easily
see how embarrassing it would be.  -œAnd she -(TM)s wearing her robe! -
Ali repeated.  -œYou said that. -  -œBut that means she had enough time to
be woken up, get out of bed, grab her robe, put it on and walk over!  And
she didn -(TM)t even try to wake me up! -  -œOh, God!  I didn -(TM)t think
of that! - They laughed, and Ali was surprised how accepting he was of
her, and how comfortable she was talking to him. That night -(TM)s naked
practice was very much like the night before.  Tim had completed the
modifications to the leotard by cutting off the legs of the tights, sewing
them into the seam of the leotard, and then cutting and hemming them so
they ended mid-thigh.  They were a little tighter than the shorts from the
night before, but being sewed right in made it easier to drag them down her
legs, so she still was able to perform her routine with ease.  Even though
she had it memorized and was able to perform it smoothly, the guys had
nowhere to be until ten o -(TM)clock, and so she repeated it over and over.
The last three times she didn -(TM)t bother dressing at all, just
practicing the exercise and dance moves nude. She and Grayson left the frat
party early, and he walked her home.  Drunk guys kept shouting after the
naked girl, but left her alone otherwise.  Ali invited him inside her room,
where they kissed passionately on her bed. Neither awoke when Tracey came
home a few hours later.  She gently pulled a blanket over them, even though
they slept in their clothes.  Ali -(TM)s alarm woke them at eight. During
her shower Ali happily recalled the feeling of waking up in Grayson -(TM)s
arms, and thanked God that she hadn -(TM)t masturbated in her sleep again.
Ten minutes early they pulled into the nearly empty parking lot in front of
White Lines Tanning Salon.  A blue Nissan Xterra was parked in front, and a
red Honda Civic and a black Lincoln Town Car were parked near the rear of
the parking lot.  The Town Car -(TM)s plates said  -œDeep Tan -, and Ali
knew instantly that it was Uncle Paulie -(TM)s car. Inside Ali and Grayson
found Uncle Paulie and his nephew setting up lights in one of the tanning
rooms, and a banner stretched across the wall with the name of the store.
There were beach balls and other things littered around the front of the
store.  The Civic, apparently, belonged to Tami, who was blowing up
balloons with a small bag of shiny green and silver things next to her. 
-œHi, Ali! - said Tami brightly.  -œHey, Tami. -  -œI -(TM)m glad I know
your name now.  It was weird calling you naked girl. -  -œYeah, you never
get used to that. - Uncle Paulie -(TM)s nephew appeared to be in his early
twenties, and introduced himself as Joey.  He was taller than Uncle Paulie,
but there was a striking resemblance otherwise.  He was not nearly as tan,
but had the same dark, wavy hair, similar facial features, and a remarkably
similar voice.  -œWhy don -(TM)t you get undressed and we -(TM)ll get
started? - Joey asked.  -œUndressed? -  -œUndressed. - Joey confirmed. 
-œI didn -(TM)t know I -(TM)d be undressed. - Ali said nervously, looking
to Grayson.  -œYou -(TM)re the naked girl, so you need to be naked! -
Uncle Paulie said, as though it was the simplest thing in the world. 
-œGive us a minute? - asked Grayson, steering Ali from the room and
walking her briskly to the parking lot.  He was finished dialing his phone
before the door had closed fully behind them.  -œAndrew, Gray.  Need your
help. - Grayson briefly explained things over the phone, and fifteen
minutes later Andrew -(TM)s car came speeding into the parking lot.  Andrew
got out, along with another guys Ali had not met.  Andrew quickly
introduced him as Kevin, a friend in pre-law.  -œI showed him the agreement
you signed, and I told him what -(TM)s going on. - Andrew quickly said. 
-œI think you -(TM)re bound, legally. - Kevin told her.   -œThe agreement
says that you agreed to the photo shoot, and you even added language
specific to what they can do with the pictures, so you have no legal
grounds to back out of the contract.  Now, they owner of the shop has given
you cash back on your tanning sessions and has granted your friends free
tanning, which they -(TM)ve already taken advantage of, so that constitutes
acceptance of payment for a service.  You -(TM)re kind of stuck. - Ali
looked absolutely horrified.  Grayson had been stalling Uncle Paulie and
Joey with the lie that Ali wanted more of her friends here, for support,
and so far they had allowed her to take her time.  Now they were looking
out the window and could see that more had arrived, and appeared anxious to
get started.  -œBut I don -(TM)t want them taking picture of me naked! -
Ali argued.  -œI can talk to them. - Kevin offered.   -œYour agreement is
with the salon, not with the photographer.  I can at least get you legal
protection. - Ali was grateful for whatever could be done, and the group
turned and headed back inside.  Kevin had a brief discussion with Uncle
Paulie and Joey, and then walked back to the office with Ali. Ten minutes
later they had drafted and signed a new document.  This document protected
Ali from any photographs of her appearing anywhere except for the purposes
of advertising the shop, and guaranteed that those used for advertising
would cover those parts of her body that would not be seen if she was
wearing a bikini.  If any pictures of her leaked to the internet or
anywhere else without her consent, this document guaranteed her a payment
of one hundred thousand dollars. Ali was grateful.  She would still have to
pose nude for pictures, but at least now she was confident that the nude
pictures would not leak out like the video had. As Ali undressed in front
of the five men she couldn -(TM)t help but think that Joey wasn -(TM)t this
kind of photographer.  He did all of the town weddings, and here she was
about to pose nude for him.  Kevin had made no move to leave, and Ali didn
-(TM)t have the heart to ask him, and Uncle Paulie would likely not be able
to be dragged away by a team of horses.   -~Perhaps a team of cheerleaders,
though, -(TM) Ali smiled to herself. Ali was nervous and blushing as she
stood in her new light blue bra and matching thong, hoping for a reprieve
that would not come.  The last room on the right side of the hallway was
larger than the others, and was the one in which Joey had set up his camera
equipment.  There were lights, reflective screens and two cameras on
tripods.  A third camera hung around the photographers neck.  The tanning
bed was off, and the room smelled of new paint; Uncle Paulie had put a
fresh coat on the two walls that would be captured on film the night
before. Ali handed her clothes to Grayson, and stood nervously waiting for
instructions. Joey picked up on her body language and began to explain his
plans.  It was obvious that he was nervous, and much more comfortable
photographing old folks dancing to the hokey pokey than he was working with
a girl only a few years his junior who would soon be completely disrobed. 
-œUm, so I, um, use some software?  And stuff.  And on my computer, I can
put stuff on pictures and make them different. - He said lamely.  When he
was nervous every sentence came out sounding like a question.   -œSo, um, I
thought I would take some pictures?  Of you?  And, um, I can put the name
of the Uncle Paulie -(TM)s salon over it?  So it covers -- um -- you? -
Ali blushed and nodded.  Joey -(TM)s nervousness only seemed to emphasize
just how unique this situation was for everyone.  This was not a
professional photographer who had worked with dozens of nude models, had
studied portrait and glamour photography in college and taken figure
drawing classes to give him an understanding of form, function and light
and the human body.  This was Joey Antonucci, Uncle Paulie -(TM)s nephew,
who owned a couple of cameras and some lighting equipment, and who took
amateurish pictures of brides and grooms, bridesmaids and their escorts,
and grandma -(TM)s and grandpa -(TM)s who had flown in from Arizona and
Florida to dance the Chicken Dance and take advantage of the open bar. And
the other people in the room were not professional photography assistants
who were worrying themselves with the warmth and depth of the lighting, the
angle of shadow or the contrast of the background to the subject.  It was
Uncle Paulie, the gold chain, pinky ring wearing owner of a tanning salon,
Andrew, the seventeen year old genius politician from California, Grayson,
her new boyfriend, Kevin, the pre law student and friend of Andrew; whose
last name Ali didn -(TM)t even know, and Tami, the bubbly, overly tanned
sophomore with a part time job at Uncle Paulie -(TM)s tanning salon.  These
were people no different from herself, no more qualified or accustomed to a
nude photography session than she was.  -œSo, um, I thought that you, um,
could kind of lean against the tanning bed? - Ali nodded once more, and
backed up toward the bed.  She knew that she would soon be naked, but for
some reason needed to hide her butt, bared completely save for the tiny
string of the thong bisecting the perfect, pale globes.  She was stiff and
looked nervous as she leaned an arm up, attempting a casual pose.   -œI --
I need your -- um -- - Joey stammered.  -œYou -(TM)ve got to be naked for
the naked pictures. - Uncle Paulie said loudly, talking over his nephew.
Ali blushed but nodded resolutely.  She reached behind her back and
unhooked her bra.  She allowed it to fall from her breasts before she lost
her nerve, and then just as quickly pulled her panties down and off,
handing the last vestiges of her modesty to Grayson.  Tanning salons are
kept cool because the heat generated by the beds -(TM) lights -(TM) alone
cause discomfort.  If the ambient air temperature were too high, the
patrons would become too uncomfortable, and business would decline.  Ali
-(TM)s nipples erected almost immediately when they met with the chilly air
of the room, and her skin broke out in goose pimples.  She shivered
slightly, but noticed that Uncle Paulie and Joey were both perspiring
slightly as all eyes in the room drank in her bared flesh. Ali resumed her
pose, made some slight changes as instructed by Joey, and he snapped a few
quick pictures.  Once the initial shock of her nudity was over, Joey seemed
to gain a little more confidence and ease.  Uncle Paulie was definitely in
charge, and had specific ideas of poses and shots.  Ali posed for several
naked pictures, standing at a variety of angles to the camera so that
virtually no part of her was not captured by the film.  Uncle Paulie then
had Tami retrieve some of the props from the front of the store; She posed
with a beach ball barely covering her.  She posed wearing nothing but a
glistening metallic grass skirt, the shiny green and silver things in the
bag she -(TM)d seen earlier.  The  -œgrass - was actually thin strips of
ribbon, so they highlighted her bare pussy and light pubic hair more than
hid it.  The light shimmering off of the flowing, fluttery garment
automatically drew the eye, and as she moved, the individual blades of faux
grass separated, exposing her nakedness beneath. Ali then laid in the
tanning bed.  First on her back, then on her side, with her legs in several
positions, looking casual, looking seductive, but hiding nothing.  All the
while, Joey took picture after picture, moving from one camera to the next
to ensure that he had captured the image from every angle available to him.
Finally they all moved to the front of the store, where Ali held the
balloons, which were imprinted with the White Lines Tanning Salon logo and
name, to her breasts.  Tami laid on the floor between her legs and held the
third balloon up, covering her pussy, while Joey took a few pictures close
up, to keep Tami -(TM)s hand out of the shot. Uncle Paulie then produced a
roll of tape, and the secured each balloon to Tami so that she could stand
with her legs spread and arms extended for more pictures while still
covered by the balloons.  Finally, Uncle Paulie and Tami posed for a
picture with Ali, each with their arm around her, and her with her arms
around them, leaning against the front counter with the salon -(TM)s logo
and name on the wall behind them. It had been almost two full hours, and
Ali was physically exhausted.  She -(TM)d heard that modeling was hard
work, but had no idea how two hours posing and smiling in front of a camera
could be so physically draining. She walked back to the room in which she
-(TM)d spent the large part of the last couple hours, and Grayson followed
behind, carrying her clothes.  As she was dressing the others wandered in
to congratulate her again, and repeat just how cute she -(TM)d looked.  She
found it upsetting that no one felt that she deserved privacy while
dressing, but reasoned that she -(TM)d stood naked in front of all of them
for the past few hours, and they likely did not understand her desire for
modesty any longer. Ali slept most of the afternoon away.  Tracey woke her
roommate in time for dinner.  She showered quickly, pulled her hair back
and slipped into her new jeans and a t-shirt.  Tracey insisted, once again,
that she leave the bra and panties at home to save time and effort.  The
theater would be empty after dinner, and the group planned to meet there
for a few hours so Ali could practice one last time before class the
following morning. Darren spent almost half an hour on Ali -(TM)s hair, but
without cutting it he had managed to style it in a very close likeness to
an 80 -(TM)s fashion.  With the headband holding the longer hair back, she
looked very much like the girl in the picture he had used as a model.
Practice, while embarrassing for Ali, went well.  Andrew had brought along
Kevin the pre-law student who had helped her earlier in the day at the
photo shoot, and Ali did not complain out loud.  She was starting to wonder
at the vast number of people who were seeing her naked on a regular basis.
-œI was nervous about doing this stupid project for class, - Ali said to
Grayson and Tracey as the three walked back to their dorm together.   -œand
it turns out I -(TM)m naked more in a week with you guys than I am in
class! - She was right, of course.  The total amount of nudity required
for class was six hours a week; two ninety minute classes on Monday and
then again on Wednesday.  To practice she had been spending two or three
hours a day, almost seven days a week, with part or all of her group of
friends, stripping or naked.  Even taking an average of only an hour and a
half per day, six days a week, she was still naked nine hours a week
outside of class.  -œYou agreed it -(TM)s helping. - Tracey argued.  -œI
know. - Ali conceded.   -œI just thought about it, and it seems weird. -
-œI think you just like to complain. - Tracey excused herself to hang out
with Monica and Stephanie in order to give Ali some time alone with
Grayson, for which Ali was grateful.  -œCan I tell you something? - Ali
asked, blushing even as she brought it up.  -œSure!  Anything! - Grayson
replied, sensing her nervousness.  He wanted to make her feel as
comfortable as possible. Ali felt her face heat up, and she struggled to
maintain eye contact with him.  She stammered and stuttered for a moment
before finally getting it out.   -œI think I -(TM)m starting to get turned
on by all of this stuff. - Grayson was silent for a moment, considering. 
-œI don -(TM)t think that -(TM)s really weird. - he said finally.  -œBut
why would I get turned on? -  -œWell, it -(TM)s kind of sexual, you know?
-  -œNO! -  -œI mean, you -(TM)re sexy.  You -(TM)re hot, actually.  And
you -(TM)re naked, and the sexual tension in the room is insane.  I don
-(TM)t know how you couldn -(TM)t get turned on a little by all of that. -
 -œWould you get turned on? -  -œI don -(TM)t know. - He replied.  
-œMaybe, I guess.  I mean, it -(TM)s just a bunch of guys and you, mostly.
I suppose if it was a bunch of girls all checking me out, and if I knew
they thought I was sexy, then yeah, I probably would. - Ali thought for a
moment.   -œIt would probably be harder for you to hide. -  -œHarder. 
That -(TM)s funny. - She playfully slapped his arm.   -œShut up.  You know
what I mean. -  -œIf I was turned on and naked, it would be very hard. -
-œYou -(TM)re a jerk! - she squealed, pushing him onto his back and
sitting on him as she started to tickle him. He reached up to push her off,
and as he grabbed her around the waist she twisted, and his hand solidly
grasped her firm breast, clad only in the thin t-shirt.  The laughter
stopped immediately, and they both froze, Grayson with his hand hovering in
the air, an apologetic look on his face.  Ali looked down and saw her
nipples pressing out against her shirt, and then glanced at Grayson -(TM)s
face. She pulled her shirt off, tossed it on the floor behind her, and took
Grayson -(TM)s hand, placing it firmly on her breast before leaning down to
kiss him deeply.   -œOoh! - she said softly.   -œIt is hard! - Grayson
blushed as she pushed against him, feeling her skin and knowing that she
could feel his cock pressing back against her.  She rode him like this,
kissing him, then sitting up and guiding his hands all over her bare
breasts, then leaning forward again and pushing her tongue roughly inter
her mouth.  Her pelvis never ceased its circular motion as she ground
against his manhood, jeans against jeans, feeling him nonetheless.  Her
breathing became more ragged as she writhed and thrust against him, now
moving up and down.  She was hovering over him, her arms locked and palms
flat on the mattress on either side of his head.  He was staring up at her,
their eyes locked.  Her bare, tan chest was inches from him, and for the
first time she wanted to be topless, wanted him to look.  She wanted to be
naked.  Her arms collapsed as the orgasm hit her.  Instinctually she
continued to hump against him.  She moved, so that her face was buried in
his neck.  She kissed and sucked, tasting him.  He was musky and salty and
delicious, and added to her pleasure as she rode out her orgasm. Exhausted,
she rolled off of him, onto her side.  She felt no need to cover herself.
She laid with him in silence for a few moments, simply breathing and
reveling.  She looked up at him, and he looked back nervously.  -œWhat
-(TM)s the matter? - she asked, suddenly worried.  -œNothing. -  -œWhat?
It -(TM)s something.  Please tell me! - She was concerned now.  Had she
gone too far?  Did he think that she was a slut?  Was it too soon?  Had she
done it wrong? -  -œI -(TM)m just embarrassed. -  -œEmbarrassed?  Why? -
He flushed slightly.   -œI came in my pants. - he whispered. She crawled
up so she was facing him, eye to eye, then whispered back to him  -œMe too.
- They laughed, and they kissed deeply.  She rolled off of him, tossed him
a box of Kleenex off of her desk, and then pulled her pants down, stepping
out of them, facing away from him to give him privacy to clean up.  -œThese
need to go in the wash! - She laughed, walking to her closet and dropping
her jeans into the laundry basket.  She pulled out her robe and wrapped
herself in it.   -œYou okay? -  -œFine. - Came Grayson -(TM)s reply.  She
turned, and he was sitting on the bed.  His hair was messed, and his face
was flushed.  He was holding a wad of Kleenex in his left hand, and looked
sheepish.  -œDon -(TM)t be embarrassed. - she said kindly.   -œYou don
-(TM)t have to be around me. -  -œI -(TM)m going to go. - he said,
standing.   -œI -(TM)m sorry.  I just feel stupid holding these. - He
indicated the Kleenex.  He kissed her and walked out the door.  Ali sighed
and slipped into her shower shoes, grabbed her tooth brush and prepared for
bed. = O = The following morning was a bustle of activity again as Darren
styled her hair, Andrew, Sam and AJ reviewed their notes, Tracey and Tim
looked over her costume and Ali sat naked in her desk chair. To class she
wore her custom made workout leotard, leg warmers, shoes and sweat bands,
with a pair of Andrew -(TM)s cotton sweatpants over everything.  They were
much larger than hers, and would fit over the shoes and leg warmers much
easier, and the drawstring waist allowed her to tie them tight enough to
keep them from falling.  She packed a pair of her new jeans in her bag
along with a bra and t-shirt, and pulled on her hoodie.  Andrew put a pair
of her shoes into his bag because hers was too full, and together they
walked to class, sipping their coffee. This was Ali -(TM)s best class so
far.  She moved flawlessly, and felt more comfortable stripping in front of
the group.  Although she still prayed nightly for the college to suddenly
realize what was happening and demand that the project be ended, she had to
admit to herself that she felt a lot different about it than she had the
first week.  She also found that she was able to concentrate on the
majority of the lecture. Andrew had spoken to Dr.  Dickson about the video
that had appeared in the college email system, and had addressed it at the
beginning of class.  -œLast week a video of Ali was emailed around the
campus.  It was removed from the server and marked as a virus in the campus
database so it can no longer be shared, but we must insist that this not
occur again.  Campus security will be patrolling the hallway outside of the
classroom, and will be monitoring the internet.  If any videos or pictures
of Ali are found, the school is prepared to prosecute the person
responsible. - Ali and her team took their seats, and class began.  Ali
found that, while there were far fewer students peering in through the
windows of the classroom door, it seemed that every member of the campus
security staff was taking turns monitoring the hallway, and she was peered
at by at least a dozen men in security uniforms.  When class ended, she was
once again approached by half of the class, but this time they made no
pretense of wanting to speak with her.  It was obvious that they only
wanted to look at her.  Two or three of the security guards walked into the
room, too. Ali simply stepped into her Reebok -(TM)s, told everyone she was
going to be late for her next class, and casually walked to the bathroom
with her backpack.  For the first time since this project had started, Ali
had to wipe herself dry before she could dress.  As she searched through
her bag, she realized that she had forgotten to pack a pair of panties, and
had to pull her jeans on without.  As she was putting on her bra the door
opened and two girls walked in.  Ali could see past them into the hallway,
where a few boys were standing, trying to peek in.  The girls said a
pleasant  -œhello - to Ali, but did not linger to talk, nor, Ali noticed,
did they snicker, grin, or exchange looks about the naked girl.  Ali pulled
on her t-shirt carefully, being sure not to mess her hair, put her leg
warmers and wrist bands into the backpack with her Reebok -(TM)s, and left
the bathroom barefoot.  Andrew was waiting just outside the classroom with
her shoes, socks and hoodie. In web design she explained loudly, so she
would have to do it only once, that she was an 80 -(TM)s aerobics
instructor for this week -(TM)s class, and that no, they could not see her
routine. The afternoon class went much like the morning -(TM)s, except that
from her perch in the front of the classroom she was more easily able to
see the door and the security guards peering inside, which was somewhat of
a distraction. Again, after class she walked to the bathroom, dried
herself, and dressed.  Andrew was waiting with her shoes and jacket as
before, and together they walked back to their dorm. Wednesday the security
team stopped pretending, and openly stared at her.  She noticed that they
worked in shifts, and that the two guys that patrolled the hallways at the
beginning of class were not the same two who were out there at the end. 
She slipped off the leg warmers and wrist bands in the classroom and
stuffed them in her bag before taking her shoes and coat from Andrew and
walking to the bathroom.  That night Tracey reminded her that she needed to
shave the heart into her pubic hair, which caused her to flush tomato red.
-œI never told Grayson about the guys shaving me. - she whispered to her
friend.  -œDon -(TM)t worry.  I -(TM)ll figure out a way so he doesn -(TM)t
know. - Half an hour later Grayson, Andrew, Dan, Sean, Darren, Tim and Jer
were gathered in their room with the two girls.  Ali was, as usual, naked.
Tracey had texted each guy, and everyone knew that Grayson couldn -(TM)t
know about the shaving that had been done the week before.  Tracey had the
picture of the girl with bright red hair pulled up on her computer.  -œI
don -(TM)t know about the bright red. - Grayson said.   -œHow many of the
sorority girls around here do you see with died red hair? - They scrolled
through the online pictures and agreed that the red hair, while a great
contrast, didn -(TM)t quite fit their agenda.  They ultimately decided on
platinum blonde, and Darren insisted he could easily die Ali -(TM)s hair
with washable hair color.  -œBut what about the heart? - asked Tracey,
bringing up the picture once again.  -œI still like that. - replied
Andrew.  -œMe too. - They all agreed.  Even Grayson thought it was cute. 
-œDo you think you can shave that into your hair? - asked Andrew, trying
to delicately ask the question.  -œI don -(TM)t know. - Ali admitted,
blushing a bit.  Ali took a piece of paper from her note pad and tore it
very small, then folded it by holding it against her body so that it was
the size of her pubic hair.   -œWow! - she said, holding it up.   -œIt
looks a lot smaller this way! - The paper measured one and a quarter
inches (3.2 cm) wide by two and a half inches (6.4 cm) tall, tapering
slightly from the widest point at the top to just under an inch wide at the
bottom.  Using this as a guide, Darren carefully traced a heart, which
Tracey then cut out.  If the original piece of paper had been small, this
was positively tiny. The heart was wide, so that from a distance it could
be seen, and shorter, but elongated at the bottom.  It used almost the full
inch and a quarter width, but measured only an inch and a half high at
most. Because of the width of the heart, Ali had to place it at the top of
her landing strip, which meant that more skin above her shaved pussy would
be bared, leaving the patch of hair an island surrounded by a sea of smooth
skin. Ali placed the heart over her hair, and the guys all looked to ensure
it was straight.  She then traced it with her eyeliner so that it was
clearly visible.  When she tried to shave, though, she was nervous, and
unable to see properly.  -œYou want one of the guys to do it? - Tracey
asked.  -œCan you do it? -  -œToo weird, shaving another chick -(TM)s
bush. - replied Tracey simply.   -œSorry. - Ali blushed.  She couldn
-(TM)t shave it herself and be confident that she would not mess up.  The
electric razor was large and clumsy, and when she held it in her right hand
she could no longer see her hair. After a long pause, she handed the razor
to Grayson and shut her eyes, blushing furiously.  She could not choose
another guy with Grayson in the room, but was absolutely mortified to have
her new boyfriend that close to her, touching her that intimately in front
of everyone else. That thought gave her pause.  In front of everyone else.
When Darren had shaved her she was horrified to be touched that way, to
have someone that close to her.  Now, with Grayson, she was more upset that
everyone else was here while he touched her, while he was down there.  
-~What does that mean? -(TM) she wondered to herself.  -œHow -(TM)s it
look? - Grayson was asking. Ali opened her eyes and looked down.  She had
been lying back on the bed, the towel under her butt daydreaming.  Grayson
had shaved her and she -(TM)d been so engrossed in her own thoughts, she
hadn -(TM)t even noticed. The affect was immediately apparent.  There was
now two full inches of skin between the top of her pussy and the bottom
point of the heart.  He had trimmed the hair shorter, too, so that the
edges of the heart were neater and more defined.  The guys and Tracey were
all very pleased, but all Ali could think about was how naked her pussy
looked, and how nothing at all was hidden.  She was unable to move as the
guys pressed closer to see Grayson -(TM)s handiwork, and suddenly noticed
what she had missed before.  She had been so fixated on the hair and the
skin below that she had failed to see that her pussy was open, glistening
with the moisture of her arousal.  Her clit was slightly swollen, straining
against the hood but not yet peeking out, and she could suddenly smell her
juices, unaware if it was in her mind, or truly that pungent.  She quickly
closed her legs and stood, almost pulling the towel with her hair off the
bed and spilling it on the floor.  Grayson -(TM)s fast reactions caught the
towel before it could fall.  -œI have to go to the bathroom. - Ali said,
dashing to the closet and grabbing her robe.  She left without stepping
into her shower shoes, and almost sprinted down the hall, holding her robe
closed as she ran. Inside the bathroom, Ali paced nervously.  They had to
have seen her, they had to know.  Why was she getting turned on now?  She
hated this, didn -(TM)t she?  The forced nudity.  She -(TM)d been wet after
class all week, too.  And now this? She opened her robe and looked at
herself in the mirror.  She was no longer open, her arousal no longer
apparent.  She could feel the wetness, but could not see it.  She lifted
one leg, spreading herself.  There it was; she could see it glistening in
the bright light of the bathroom.  She walked to a stall and dried herself.
She returned to the mirror.  Much more normal, now.  She spread herself
with her fingers and looked closer, and found that, with enough searching,
her arousal was always visible. Back in the dorm room, Grayson tried to
speak with her alone, but when there -(TM)s a naked girl in a small dorm
room with seven college guys, privacy is a scarce commodity.  Instead, Ali
was required to tell the group about her week, how well the classes went,
and even to go through her dance routine naked, pretending to remove her
clothes.  With the guys sitting on the beds and chairs all around the room,
she felt very exposed as she was viewed from every angle during each dance
move. When the night finally came to a close Ali hugged each of her friends
goodbye before ducking out of sight so they could file out the door.  Only
Grayson remained behind as Tracey followed the rest out, saying she needed
to use the bathroom.  -œI -(TM)m sorry. - Grayson whispered.  -œSorry for
what? -  -œI felt so bad for you.  You had to be laying there, all spread
open, and then I must have touched you wrong.  You got all wet. -  -œIt
was noticeable, wasn -(TM)t it? -  -œWell, kind of, yeah. -  -œKind of,
bullshit.  It was really noticeable. -  -œYeah.  I -(TM)m sorry. -  -œIt
-(TM)s not your fault.  Or maybe it is.  Ever since you and I started
seeing each other I keep getting horny when I -(TM)m naked. -  -œI make
you horny? - Ali blushed, realizing that was, indeed, what she -(TM)d just
said.  -œI guess. - Grayson pulled her into a hug.   -œI -(TM)m hard as a
rock most of the time I -(TM)m with you. - he whispered.  -œBecause I
-(TM)m naked all the damned time. -  -œDoesn -(TM)t hurt, - he admitted,
-œbut not just then. -  -œWhat do you mean? -  -œYou -(TM)re so funny and
cute, and I just sometimes daydream while we -(TM)re together and just
watch you talking to other people, or doing your homework, or whatever, and
the way you move, the way you smile, the way your nose crinkles up when you
-(TM)re concentrating really hard.  I just can -(TM)t look away, and
sometimes I -(TM)ll get hard. - He was blushing as he spoke.  -œDid you
know that I -(TM)m starting to fall in love with you, Grayson Matthews? -
-œDid you know that I -(TM)m already in love with you, Alison Cawood? -
They kissed deeply.  Ali started laughing, and they broke apart.  -œDo you
realize that our story about the first time we ever said  -~I love you
-(TM) is that I was naked in my dorm room the night that you had shaved my
pussy in front of a bunch of our friends? - Grayson laughed, too.   -œLet
-(TM)s not tell it that way when you meet my parents, okay? - = O =  -œOh,
my God!  I know!  I wish someone other than Grayson had shaved her, though.
But you said she was wet in class?  She -(TM)s definitely a different Ali!
- Tracey said.   -œShe didn -(TM)t seem upset that she was naked, just
that her legs were spread and we could all see her clit. -  -œIt really is
working.  I can -(TM)t believe how well! -  -œWhat do you mean?  This was
your freakin -(TM) idea! - Tracey replied.  -œI was surprised we got her
to get naked in the first place, let alone in a God damned classroom.  But
she -(TM)s actually changing, isn -(TM)t she? -  -œWell, I am the greatest
actress ever. - Tracey replied with over emphasized smugness.   -œI -(TM)m
starting to think I could convince anyone to do anything! -  -œI couldn
-(TM)t have done this without you, you know, Tracey. -  -œWhat are best
friends for?  But I do feel guilty.  I didn -(TM)t expect to like her so
much.  It -(TM)s harder to do this to her now that we -(TM)re really
friends. -  -œDon -(TM)t you back out of this -- - he warned.  -œOh, keep
it in your pants.  I -(TM)m not going to do anything.  But admit it, you
like her, too. -  -œYeah.  I do.  It was so much easier when we just knew
her on paper and from a few text messages. -  -œFreakin -(TM) kismet that
I got someone like her for a roommate. -  -œCertainly made the search
easier! - he replied.  -œI should run.  I told her I was peeing, so I
should get back. -  -œJust a few more weeks.  You guys can be friends
afterwards.  Now she -(TM)s our project. -  -œShe -(TM)s your project.  I
-(TM)m just your lab assistant. -  -œJust a few more weeks. - He reminded
her as she walked into the hallway.   -œDon -(TM)t wreck this. -  -œYou
think I -(TM)m new?  Come on, it -(TM)s me! - = O =  -~What did that mean?
-(TM) Grayson wondered to himself.   -~Just a few more weeks?  Don -(TM)t
wreck this? -(TM) As he was entering the stairwell, Tracey had come out of
the dorm room.  He -(TM)d paused, meaning to say goodnight, when he -(TM)d
heard the brief exchange.  -~I wonder if they -(TM)re talking about Ali?
-(TM) he thought to himself, hiding around the corner. He resolved to do a
little digging. = O = Grayson and Ali were sitting on a large blanket in a
field of wildflowers.  Their blanket was in an area of short, pristine lawn
that smelled of fresh cut grass.  Ali always loved the smell, and used to
sit outside sipping iced tea on warm summer days when her father was
mowing. She always made a pitcher, and always had a glass for him.  The
smell made her feel safe and content.  The sun was warm, and the flowers
added their own, sweet scent to the air, and seemed to go on for miles in
every direction.  They sat in a small oasis, an island in a sea of purple,
green and yellow. The picnic basket held fresh fruit.  Strawberries,
pineapple, watermelon and sliced peaches, which were all her favorites. 
Grayson was sipping on a glass of champagne, and Ali had one in her own
hand. She fed him a small cube of watermelon and the juice trickled down
his chin.  She licked it from him, then kissed him.  His lips were cool,
and she could taste the watermelon as her tongue entered his mouth. While
they kissed she felt something cold and wet touch her bare breast.  She
pulled back, startled.  He leaned toward her and licked the sticky, sweet
peach juice from her skin, chasing it as it ran down her stomach.  She
leaned back, watching his tongue follow the nectar as it dripped down her
body.  He was only teasing her, stopping short of her waiting, wanting
pussy.  He kissed her lips, and now she tasted the peach.  In her hand she
held a piece of pineapple, and she pressed it against his chest, sliding it
down until she felt his hardness.  He gasped slightly and she nibbled his
neck, then began licking the tart, cool nectar from his skin.  She took her
time, slowly licking down a few inches, then back up toward his chest,
repeating the agonizingly slow descent toward his throbbing manhood.  She
watched it as it pulsed in time with his heart, her hand, still slick and
wet with the juice from the pineapple, lazily teased the sides, the head,
and his sensitive balls. She grasped him and gently kissed him, then opened
her mouth to take him inside.  The dream was broken, and Ali awoke, moaning
loudly and rapidly approaching orgasm.  She was tangled in her sheets,
lying on her side with her hand pressed firmly against her sex.  One finger
had snaked inside, and felt incredible as it moved in time with the
thrusting of her hips.  The other hand was squeezing and kneading her
breast.  She was aware of Tracey, awake and stirring as the first wave
crashed over her. Daylight was steaming into the room, finding its way
around the edges and through any small imperfections in the fabric of the
curtains.  It was early, but well after sunrise.  -œI -(TM)m going to do
it. - Ali announced, untangling herself from her covers.  She was
embarrassed once again at being caught, and needed to fill the awkward
silence.   -œI -(TM)m going to make love with Grayson. -  -œHave you guys
talked about it? - Tracey asked, looking down and seeing the obvious wet
spot on the bed sheets where they had been squeezed between Ali -(TM)s
legs.  -œNo.  Not really. - Ali admitted.  -œWell, it might save you time
doing laundry. - Ali followed Tracey -(TM)s gaze and blushed scarlet,
seeing the evidence of her arousal so blatantly displayed, and knowing that
her roommate had seen it also.  She quickly moved the sheets to hide it,
anyway.  -œJust don -(TM)t rush into anything.  I don -(TM)t want to see
you get hurt. -  -œI don -(TM)t think I -(TM)m rushing. - Ali replied,
then after a pause added  -œWell, maybe a little. - = O = Thursday night
-(TM)s naked practice was a somewhat intimate affair.  Stephanie was on a
date with Eric, so Monica, Tracey and Ali were the lone girls, and only the
guys from the dorm were partying with them.  Sean, Dan, Chris, Ben, Andrew
and Grayson had arrived after dinner, and the nine of them were playing
dice for shots. Ali had tried to sit as demurely as a naked girl can, but
Tracey admonished her friend and demanded that she sit as agreed, cross
legged and exposed.  Ali could feel the moisture forming inside her, and
every time she looked down was dismayed at the slightly dewy appearance of
her pussy.  The outer lips were a little puffy and a deeper shade of pink
than normal, and were spread slightly due to her arousal.  The inner folds
of her womanhood were clearly visible, and looked as though they -(TM)d
been sprayed by a very fine mist, and were glistening slightly in the
bright light of the dorm room. Ali wrapped herself in her robe and walked
to the bathroom too often, desperately wiping the moisture from her exposed
sex.  As the night wore on, she noticed that she was becoming more and more
excited, and therefore wetter.  Long before the night was over she all but
surrendered to the fact that they would all see her moisture, and she cut
her bathroom trips to one an hour. For their part, none of the guys said
anything about her obvious arousal, but as is always the case with teenaged
guys, they were quite a good deal less than subtle in their interest in
this new exposure and the accompanying moisture.  Ali was used to the guys
staring at her body, but most of the time she could count on them making
eye contact when they were speaking with her.  Now it was as though her
entire being was focused on a piece of her anatomy three inches high and an
inch wide. And the more they stared, the more embarrassed Ali became.  And
it seemed that the more embarrassed Ali became, the more freely her juices
flowed.  Ali was so consumed in this new phenomena that she missed parts of
the conversation, was slow to throw the dice, and found herself losing a
lot more frequently than normal.  Truly, by the end of the night she had
done nearly twice the shots of any of her friends. Ali hugged each of her
friends as they left for the night and after brushing her teeth and peeing
before bed, Tracey approached her looking a little uncomfortable.  -œI don
-(TM)t know quite how to say this, so I -(TM)m just going to come out with
it. - Tracey said as Ali was standing naked and putting her robe away. 
-œIt -(TM)s so embarrassing. - Ali replied in a rush, assuming that Tracey
was going to comment on her obvious arousal.   -œI don -(TM)t know why I
was so wet all night! -  -œYou were wet.  By the end of the night you
could almost see it leaking out. - Tracey replied.   -œEven I couldn
-(TM)t look away! -  -œAfter my last shot, before we started playing
again, I looked around.  Everyone, including you, was staring at my pussy.
- Ali said in dismay.  Tracey nodded.   -œAnd I guess that -(TM)s kind of
what I wanted to say. - Ali waited, blushing.  She was still standing by
her closet.  -œI -(TM)m kind of, um -- I don -(TM)t want you to take this
wrong.  I understand.  But -- - Ali was blushing beet red, waiting for
what her roommate would say.  If she was having this much trouble getting
it out, it would surely not be easy to hear.  -œI -(TM)d really rather not
get woken up by your moans tonight. - Tracey said in a rush. Ali looked
away from her friend, feeling absolute humiliation coursing through her. 
She felt her nipples erect for the umpteenth time that night.  -œI -(TM)m
sorry. - Ali nearly whispered, looking at the floor on the far side of her
bed.  -œI understand, and I wouldn -(TM)t care, but it -(TM)s been like
every night this week. - Tracey said apologetically.   -œI don -(TM)t want
to do it! - Ali said only a little louder than her previous sentence.  
-œI just -- I don -(TM)t know.  I just do it.  While I -(TM)m sleeping. -
-œI know.  But I was thinking that maybe if you did it before you went to
sleep you wouldn -(TM)t wake both of us up. - Tracey said, nervousness
obvious in her voice. Ali turned quickly toward her roommate, opened her
mouth to speak, but made only a squeaking sound.  She felt a wave of warmth
as her arousal increased.  -œI just want a good nights sleep. - Tracey
apologized.  After much stunted, embarrassed debate, Ali agreed to try. 
Tracey had, after all, watched her roommate masturbate several times
already, and would likely see her do it again in her sleep if she didn
-(TM)t.  And Ali could not hide her obvious arousal as her body betrayed
her words as she tried to argue. Resignedly, Ali laid down on her bed. 
Tracey sat expectantly on her own, watching her roommate with unbelieving
eyes. Ali was tentative at first, but Tracey softly spoke to her.  
-œPicture yourself alone with Grayson.  You -(TM)re in the room here,
laying on your bed, and he -(TM)s kissing you.  He -(TM)s touching your
skin with his fingers and probing your mouth with his tongue.  Now you
-(TM)re kissing his neck.  You can taste him.  His hands are pulling your
shirt up slightly, and you feel his fingers on your bare stomach, slowly
reaching up and inside your shirt. - Ali -(TM)s eyes were closed now, and
she was finding a rhythm.  She was embarrassed, but her roommates voice was
soothing and erotic.  The words were painting a visual picture for her, but
more than that, the fact that she was talking reminded Ali that she was
being watched, and that seemed to be turning her on.  -œNow you feel his
hands on your tits, over your bra.  He -(TM)s gently kneading, and it feels
wonderful.  He -(TM)s kissing your neck, and you can feel his breath in
your ear.  He unhooks your bra and you lean back and let him take your
shirt off. - Ali was kneading her breast with one hand, caressing her
spread pussy with the other.  Her hips were bucking off the bed in time
with her fingers, stroking her swollen and sensitive clit.   -œYou take his
shirt off, too, and you kiss his chest, down to his pants.  You can tell
how hard he is already. - Tracey -(TM)s voice was closer now.  Ali had not
heard her rise, nor had she heard footsteps as her roommate walked closer.
Now she felt Tracey sit on the bed at her feet, and the orgasm hit her. 
Ali opened her eyes to see Tracey leaning in, watching Ali -(TM)s fingers
as they stroked her clit, and she was thrown into a second wave of orgasm.
She grunted and moaned rapidly, loudly.  Tracey was once again reminded of
animal noises. After a few minutes Ali lay still, panting and glistening
lightly with sweat.  Her pussy, her hand, and the small heart-shaped patch
of pubic hair above were all soaked with her sticky, thick juices, and she
embarrassedly pulled her legs up, closing herself from Tracey -(TM)s view.
Tracey stood, went to Ali -(TM)s closet and tossed her friend a wash cloth
from her stack of towels.  Without a word or a glance, Ali dried herself
and then donned her robe and left alone for the bathroom, where she washed
herself properly. When she returned, Tracey was in bed, her light turned
off.  Ali did not speak, but went straight to her own bed, draping her robe
over the corner at the foot.  -œGood night, Ali. - Tracey said quietly. 
-œNight. - Ali replied.  The embarrassment and humiliation was evident in
her voice.  -œIt -(TM)s nothing to be embarrassed about. - Tracey said
kindly.   -œI -(TM)ve seen you do it before, and I do it a lot myself. - 
-œI -(TM)ve never done that awake before. - Ali said after a long pause. 
-œI -(TM)ve never done it before this week, even asleep. -  -œYou needed
to. - Tracey said.   -œAnd now you have.  Keep doing it whenever you want
to.  It -(TM)s good for you. - Ali did not respond for a long time.   -œIt
-(TM)s still embarrassing. - she finally said.  -œIt shouldn -(TM)t be.  I
-(TM)ll help you with that, too. - Ali rolled onto her side.  She knew
that she would have a difficult struggle talking Tracey out of  -œhelping
- her.  She didn -(TM)t want to put on live masturbation shows for her
roommate every night, but Tracey would insist.  Somehow she was always able
to talk her into things.  And how would she argue that she didn -(TM)t like
it?  She -(TM)d had two orgasms in less than two minutes tonight.  Tracey
would insist that it was good for her, that she needed this release. 
Tracey would argue that, if she really and truly hated it she would not
have been able to come, let alone twice, as quickly as she had.  Ali could
think of no argument.  As she laid thinking about it, unable to sleep, she
came slowly and surreptitiously to the realization that it was the
embarrassment and the humiliation of the night, of her exposure, that
caused her arousal in the first place.  That further humiliated her, which
increased her arousal.  Being forced to masturbate in front of her friend
was a whole new humiliation, and that, more than anything, had been the
catalyst for the intensity of her orgasm. Ali was shocked by her self
awareness and the realization that it brought, and dismayed as she found
that she really didn -(TM)t want to talk Tracey out of  -œhelping - her
with nightly masturbation shows.  Two distinctly different sides of her
were now struggling; one side was screaming out to end the torture, to
allow her to wear baggy clothes and fade once again into relative
anonymity. The other side was reveling in the new clothes, the nudity, and
the new found sexual awareness.  This side popped a horrible thought into
her head.   -~Wouldn -(TM)t it be fun to show Grayson how I masturbate?
-(TM) Ali shuddered at the absurdity, at the utter ridiculousness of that
thought.  It was disgusting that she -(TM)d even thought of it.  She
realized that she was smiling, and pulled the sheet to cover her face as
she drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Friday night Ali and Grayson went
on a date to Slice of Life, where, as Ali had predicted on her first trip
there, every table was full, and the wait was long.  Chip, the irritating
waiter from their previous visit, recognized them immediately.  -œAnything
you can do to get us a table faster than 45 minutes? - asked Ali quietly.
Chip smiled and winked awkwardly.   -œI -(TM)ll hook you up. - Five
minutes later they were being escorted to a booth by the window.  Chip even
offered to sneak a couple of beers to their table, they politely declined.
Grayson was nervous about drinking and driving, and Ali just didn -(TM)t
like the taste of beer. Chip was friendly and attentive, if not overly so,
and actually tuned out to be a pretty nice guy.  -œWhy don -(TM)t we stay
out all night together, Gray? - Ali said after he had declined her offer
to pay half the bill.   -œWhere do you want to go? - he asked.  -œI don
-(TM)t care. - Ali replied.   -œAnywhere but the stupid theater. -  -œOh,
so you don -(TM)t care about spending time with me. - Grayson pouted.  
-œYou just don -(TM)t want to do your naked practice tonight. -  -œIt
-(TM)s both.  But I wouldn -(TM)t be asking anyone else to stay out all
night together.  I -(TM)d be asking everyone else to pretend that I was
sick.  Or I -(TM)d run around this restaurant and lick everyone else -(TM)s
silverware and really get sick. -  -œYou actually are sick.  The fact that
you would even think of licking everyone -(TM)s silverware is disgusting!
-  -œBut if you take me away and hide with me I won -(TM)t have to do it.
- Ali offered.  -œBut then I wouldn -(TM)t get to see you naked.  It
-(TM)s really the highlight of my day, you know. -  -œWhat if I promise to
let you see me naked? -  -œHmm.  An interesting proposal. - He offered. 
-œYou can see me naked any time you want. - she offered, sweetening the
pot.  -œOh, that -(TM)s not good. - he replied cryptically.   -œNot good?
- she pouted.  -œI -(TM)d never want to go anywhere or do anything.  I
-(TM)d just want you naked and all to myself.  We -(TM)d never leave my
room and we -(TM)d starve to death in less than a month.  I -(TM)d be this
wasted away corpse with a smile on my face and really dry eyes. -  -œDry
eyes? -  -œI wouldn -(TM)t want to blink.  If I shut my eyes to blink I
couldn -(TM)t see you for that fraction of a second.  That would suck. - 
-œSo you -(TM)re not going to take me away for the night? -  -œIf you
really want me to I -(TM)ll take you anywhere. -  -œBut I can -(TM)t, can
I? -  -œI don -(TM)t think so. -  -œBut you -(TM)d really refuse to blink
and die of hunger? -  -œIf the fifteen day hard-on didn -(TM)t kill me
first. -  -œI -(TM)d help you take care of that. - she said, blushing. 
-œWhy Alison Cawood, you little slut. - he joked.   -œYou have just
exceeded the definition of the perfect woman.  You -(TM)re now beyond
perfect. -  -œWhat -(TM)s the perfect woman, then? - she prodded. Now it
was Grayson -(TM)s turn to blush.  -œCome on, is it just any woman who gets
naked? - she joked.  -œAny woman who looks like you, who -(TM)s as smart
as you, as funny as you, and as genuinely nice as you.  The naked part is
just a bonus. -  -œAnd I exceeded that? -  -œDirty talk is always a big
plus. - he said matter-of-factly. = O = At 9:00 they entered the theater
together.  Everyone from their group was present, and Ali noticed a new
face, sitting close with Stephanie.  -œThis is Eric, Stephanie -(TM)s new
boyfriend. - Tracey announced.   -œStephanie invited him to come along
tonight after he found out about it. - Ali wondered why it was acceptable
for random strangers to be invited to see her naked, but also knew that it
would be an argument that she wouldn -(TM)t win.  She thought it over, and
decided it would be less humiliating to accept it than it would to fight it
and end up allowing him to stay anyway.  -œThis coming week is the ninety
-(TM)s sorority girl. - Tracey said, leading Ali onto the lower stage. 
The rest of the stage was now crowded with the set of a Victorian era
sitting room, the main location for My Fair Lady.  She picked up a bag and
gave Ali a pink and blue plaid mini skirt, blue spike-heeled shoes, and a
pink silky camisole that ended a few inches above Ali -(TM)s belly button.
-œApparently I -(TM)m a slutty sorority girl. - Ali complained, looking at
the outfit once it was on.  -œSexy. - Tracey corrected, looking at her
friend appraisingly.   -œYou can -(TM)t be frumpy or anything if you
-(TM)re going to be stripping. -  -œBut my ass doesn -(TM)t have to hang
out of my skirt before I take it off. - Ali countered.  -œMaybe we should
take a vote? - Tracey said.  -œNever mind. - Ali replied dejectedly.  She
knew that the guys would never vote to have her more covered.  -œNow take
my flip phone. - Tracey said.   -œIt -(TM)s my mom -(TM)s old one.  She
mailed it to me; I told her it was a prop for something in one of my acting
classes.  We -(TM)ll have you come into the classroom like you -(TM)re on
the phone, and you -(TM)ll strip like you -(TM)re alone in your room at the
sorority house. - Tracey had written out a script for Ali, and it was
quite long.  She needed to be up at the front of the classroom for five
minutes, and that would require a lot of phone time.  Ali read through it
aloud once, getting laughs from the guys in all the right places, and then
a second time while Tracey timed her on a stop watch.   -œFour nineteen. -
Tracey said when she -(TM)d finished.   -œSo now just go through the acting
part of it for four minutes nineteen seconds. - Tracey showed Ali how to
walk, how to carry herself, and mimicked the motions of pulling her clothes
off.   -œSo about a minute in there I have you say  -œhold on a sec. -
Tracey reminded her.   -œThat -(TM)s so you can take your shirt off. - 
-œGosh, thanks. - Ali replied. Ali practiced the walk, held the phone up
to her ear and repeating what she could remember of the script.  After
about a minute Tracey looked at her stop watch and pointed to Ali, who said
 -œHold on a sec, - and she removed her shirt, then went right back to
talking. They had her practice several more times, finally agreeing as a
group to having Ali remove her skirt first, then her shoes, and finally say
 -œhold on a sec. - and remove her shirt.  -œDon -(TM)t any of the people
I -(TM)m pretending to be ever wear underwear? - Ali asked, frustrated
that once again she -(TM)d be stripping quickly and walking around naked
for the majority of her  -œstrip - routine.   -œIt -(TM)s part of the
project. - AJ replied.  It -(TM)s all in the proposal. Ali stood
dejectedly as Tracey corrected her posture, and reminded her that she
needed to remove the skirt and shoes faster, because the last time she
-(TM)d been five seconds late to say  -œHold on a sec - based on the
original time. After another few times through to practice, Ali was able to
strip completely in the first minute, and had also memorized the first two
minutes of the phone speech.  She then stood naked on the stage and
practiced the rest of the script a couple of times, and then tried to do
the whole thing, including the stripping.  She stumbled on her words a few
times, but overall it went very well.  She could feel that she was aroused,
but did not look down for fear of drawing attention to it, and because she
knew that if she was as visibly aroused as she had been the night before,
she would not have the guts to continue.  Mercifully, by 10:30 they were
all ready to leave for a party. Grayson joined Ali on the stage as she
dressed.   -œYou -(TM)re amazing, you know that? - he asked her.  -œYou
-(TM)re just saying that because I -(TM)m naked. - she replied.   -œNo, I
-(TM)d say it even if you had a tiny little g-string on. - he quipped. 
-œWow.  You really do care about me! - she joked, stepping into her thong.
 -œBut do you still think I -(TM)m all that?  This isn -(TM)t a tiny little
g-string. - In reply he grabbed her, pulled her close and kissed her.  The
feeling of his hands on her bare flesh sent a charge of electricity through
her body, which seemed to focus its tingling charge on her clit.  She felt
her nipples immediately erect, and knew that he would see. She kissed him
back, hard, and felt her panties getting wet.   -œYou want to blow off the
party and go back to your room? -  -œI could be talked into it. - He
replied coyly.  -œI -(TM)ll wear just a little less than I -(TM)m wearing
now. - she whispered into his ear.  -œThat -(TM)s my favorite outfit! - =
O = There were many firsts for Ali in Grayson -(TM)s dorm room that night.
The first time she -(TM)d been alone and naked (and fully conscious) with a
guy.  The first time she -(TM)d ever seen a guy naked and not in a movie,
website or magazine.  The first time she -(TM)d ever allowed a guy to touch
her breast, butt, and pussy.  The first time she -(TM)d ever touched a
penis; and tasted one. But not the first time she ever had sex. She was
nervous, and Grayson could tell, so he backed off.  She was sure, or
thought she was, but couldn -(TM)t convince herself, let alone him.  Naked,
they lay together in Grayson -(TM)s bed, feeling the warmth of each others
bodies against one another.  Ali was grateful that he was so patient and
understanding, and eventually they fell into a silly game.  Ali kept trying
to peek at Grayson -(TM)s dick, and he kept trying to hide it.  This turned
into a wrestling match for the covers, and Ali found herself on the losing
side.  When Grayson could immobilize her, his reward was to fondle any bit
of exposed flesh before releasing her and starting their game over. So far
he -(TM)d had fairly constant access to her breasts, and had spent half a
minute caressing and lightly spanking her bare butt.  He -(TM)d just
flipped her over and wrapped his legs around her arms, pinning them to her
sides.  Her back was pressed against the hardness of his cock with only a
thin sheet between them as he sat, looking down at her helpless and exposed
body.  He teased her by lightly brushing his fingers against the sides of
her breasts, or quickly and lightly pinching her nipples.  It was in this
position that Grayson -(TM)s roommate found them when he stumbled in the
door. Cole Sullivan had known that Grayson was seeing someone, but found
his roommate irritatingly mute on the subject.  Her name was Ali, no last
name shared, and she was in his accounting class.  They were friendly, but
rarely hung out together, but still it bothered Cole that his roommate
would not talk about his girlfriend. He first saw the naked girl, breasts
bared and beautiful.  Then he saw the heart-shaped tuft of pubic hair and
the spread, wet pussy glistening below.  Grayson and the girl had both
frozen, as though instead of entering the room Cole had instead walked into
a time warp.  After a few seconds the girl screamed, and began struggling
to get under the covers. When people are in highly stressful situations,
adrenaline heightens the senses and sharpens the wits.  This is a defense
mechanism inherent to humans, and likely other animals, to help them avoid
danger.  It causes people to remember details about accidents as though
they occurred in slow motion. But danger is not the only cause of stress.
Cole -(TM)s mind, although clouded by alcohol, seemed hyper aware, and he
saw everything occur as though running at quarter time.  The way her flesh
moved, her breasts bouncing slightly as she lifted her body.  As she
flipped over to pull the covers up and slip underneath, he clearly saw her
pussy once again, this time from behind.  And the cute, gorgeous ass. Ali
screamed at him to get out.  Grayson asked nicely for five minutes.  Ali
needed only two, carrying her shoes and socks, with Grayson following her.
-œI -(TM)m sorry. - Grayson said for probably the thirtieth time.  -œI
know.  I -(TM)m sorry I freaked out.  I was just surprised.  I shouldn
-(TM)t even care any more. - Ali said.  -œI should have known he -(TM)d
come back.  I -(TM)m sorry. -  -œStop apologizing, please. - Ali said.  
-œYou -(TM)re going to make me feel bad. -  -œOkay.  I -(TM)m -- -  -œDon
-(TM)t say you -(TM)re sorry! - she warned.  -œI guess I really can -(TM)t
help myself! - he grinned.  -œI love you.  I -(TM)ll see you tomorrow. -
she said, leaning up on her bare toes and kissing him.  -œI love you.  And
I can -(TM)t wait for tomorrow.  Breakfast? -  -œBreakfast. - she agreed
happily, and she let herself into her room.  Tracey was readying herself
for bed, and Ali told her all about the nights events. = O = Ali and
Grayson were on a large bed with silk sheets.  Both were naked, and Grayson
now looked as he did in real life, rather than the dream version.  They
were wrestling, the victor winning the opportunity to ogle and fondle the
loser.  Grayson lost as often as Ali, and she enjoyed the sight, smell and
feel of hi penis.   -œI want to make love. - she told him.  -œI do, too.
- he replied, taking her into his arms.  She felt him slip inside of her;
there was no pain, just pleasure.  Somehow she could see him thrusting into
her.  She had left her body and was watching herself with him, as though
they were a movie.  She could see his cock and her own pussy as he plunged
in, sliding halfway out only to thrust himself back in. In her dream there
were two Ali -(TM)s.  The watched, who was making love with Grayson, and
the watcher, who was seeing it all.  The watcher began to masturbate.  She
could feel the feelings of both Ali -(TM)s, and she now heard herself moan.
It was both Ali -(TM)s that were moaning; grunting from one Ali, a squeak
from the other.  Her noises must have alerted the love-making couple to her
presence.  They turned, and now she knew that they were watching her
masturbate.  They continued to make love, watching her as she watched them.
She looked into Gray -(TM)s eyes and saw pure lust and desire.  She awoke
to her stifled scream as the orgasm rocked her body.  The lights in the
room were all on, and she was half off the bed, wildly humping the edge of
the mattress.  The sheets were once again a tangle, tonight acting as a
sling supporting her leg as it hung off the side of the bed, allowing her
to grind her crotch against the harder corner of the mattress.  Her pillow
was on the floor, and her other leg and most of her body was uncovered. The
orgasm was intense as she tried to clear the image in her head.  Grayson
had locked his gaze with hers, and still she could see his deep, gray,
intelligent and kind eyes, full of wanting and desire.  She turned her
head; Tracey was standing over her once again, and this time had not
dressed.  Looking up she saw her roommates manicured pubic hair and bared
breasts, and the nudity excited her.  She whimpered, grunted deeply in her
throat, and came again as she continued thrusting her hips wildly against
the mattress.  Tracey did not move or attempt to cover up, but instead
watched her roommate with an intense curiosity, so Ali -(TM)s second orgasm
rolled across her body into the third. She was covered in sweat and out of
breath when she was finally able to move.  As she shifted her body, the
weight that had been holding the sling in which her knee and leg had been
supported disappeared, and she fell from the bed to the floor.  Tracey
jumped backward, and immediately began laughing. After a few moments Ali
saw the humor, and both girls were now giggling uncontrollably, naked on
the floor in their dorm room.  -œIf we -(TM)re ever going to sleep again,
you need to start releasing that pressure valve you call a pussy before
bed! - Tracey said. Ali had been through this the night before, and knew
that she would lose.  She argued anyway, but less convincingly than she
wished.  The conversation was over before it began, and Ali reluctantly
agreed. = O =  -œI can -(TM)t believe it. - Tracey said into her phone.
Ali was in the shower, and Tracey had placed the call almost immediately
after she left.  -œIt was like she wanted to do it.  It took me all of
about 30 seconds to talk her into it. - Pause.   -œNo, I -(TM)m not
bullshitting. -  -œI have to keep her from screwing Grayson, though.  She
starts having sex and she won -(TM)t need the added release.  I won -(TM)t
be able to keep her frigging herself every night if she -(TM)s out boning
Gray. - She paused to listen to the person on the other end of the line
speak.   -œI -(TM)ll figure out a way.  You -(TM)ll get to see. - she
promised. = O = Grayson arrived at the dorm room to meet Ali for their
breakfast date, but paused before knocking.  He heard Tracey -(TM)s voice
coming through the door, and pressed his ear to listen.  -œI think she had
three last night.  No kidding, three! - she said. She paused again.   -œI
know.  Only three more weeks.  Don -(TM)t worry about my end -- I know, but
the really hard part is that I like her! - Tracey must be on the phone;
Grayson was hearing only one end of the conversation.   -œYou like her too,
and you know it. -  -œGrayson? - Ali was walking down the hall.  -œHey,
good morning! - he said, trying to act as though he hadn -(TM)t just been
caught.   -œI couldn -(TM)t wait for you. - She smiled warmly at him, and
kissed him softly.   -œCome on in while I get ready. - she invited.  Then
she opened the door a crack.   -œYou descent? - Tracey was wearing her
robe, but was obviously naked underneath.   -œI -(TM)ll be out of here in a
second. - She said, quickly ending a call on her phone and picking up her
shower basket. Grayson and Tracey exchanged brief smiles as they passed
each other in the doorway, and Grayson watched her walk down the hall,
heading straight to the bathrooms.  When he closed the door and turned
around, he found Ali naked with a slight pout on her face.  -œYou -(TM)d
rather watch Tracey walk away than me take my robe off? -  -œI curse the
fact that I missed it. - he said, taking her in his arms and kissing her.
-œI was kind of jealous of this project at first, but I -(TM)ve got this
really hot girlfriend who spends most of her time with me totally naked, so
I -(TM)m really having trouble finding something to complain about. -  -œI
woke Tracey up again last night. - Ali confessed, holding Grayson close so
he would not see her blush.  -œJerking off in your sleep again? - Grayson
asked.  -œGuys jerk off. - Ali corrected him, smiling.   -œI don -(TM)t
have anything to jerk, in case you haven -(TM)t noticed. -  -œI never look
anywhere but your eyes. - he lied.  -œThen take my word for it.  Nothing
down there that I could grab onto and JERK. - she had snaked her hand into
his pants and as she emphasized the last word, she grasped his hard dick
and gave it a gentle, playful tug.  -œCareful! - he said, even though her
touch felt wonderful and not at all too hard.   -œYou -(TM)re going to tear
it off! -  -œThen I could keep it under my pillow. -  -œDangerous, the
way you sleep! - he joked. Ali blushed crimson and turned away.  -œI
-(TM)m sorry.  Trying to be funny. -  -œNo, it was funny. - Ali replied.
-œI -(TM)m just embarrassed.  Tracey -(TM)s making me do it at night before
bed so I stop waking her up. -  -œShe -(TM)s what? -  -œYeah. -  -œWow.
So, I don -(TM)t want to get you upset, but -- that -(TM)s really hot. - 
-œWho are you, Paris Hilton? -  -œShut up, you know what I mean. - 
-œYeah. -  -œWow.  So what does she do? -  -œShe just sits there and
watches me. - Ali confessed, burning bright red and feeling the heat in
her face.  -œThat -(TM)s just about the -- I don -(TM)t know -- weird isn
-(TM)t the right word.  Amazing.  Wild, maybe.  That -(TM)s the wildest
thing I -(TM)ve ever heard of. -  -œYou were watching me. - Ali said,
still not looking at him.  -œHuh? -  -œLast night.  You were watching me.
In my dream. - She then told him about her dream, about how she somehow
split into two Ali -(TM)s, and how he and the Ali he was making love to
were watching the other Ali masturbate, and how exciting it was.  -œThat
-(TM)s an incredible dream. - he admitted, shifting slightly to adjust his
erection.  -œYeah.  It was pretty amazing. -  -œWhat do your Psych classes
say about that dream? -  -œThat I -(TM)m really horny, - she answered,
smiling,  -œand that it -(TM)s all your fault. -  -œMy fault?  I guess I
can handle taking the blame for that. -  -œWell, it never happened to me
before I met you. - she blushed.  It was hard to admit this to him, but
she felt better telling him; sharing herself.  -œWhy are you so honest with
me? - he asked, as though reading her mind.  -œIt feels right. - she
replied simply, as though this should be obvious.   -œI don -(TM)t feel
like I have to lie to you. -  -œI -(TM)m glad you feel that way. - he
said.   -œIt makes me feel special. -  -œI love you.  I didn -(TM)t have
to take my robe off.  I could have asked you to wait in the hallway so I
could get dressed.  I wanted to do this. -  -œI -(TM)m really glad that
you wanted to do this. - he smiled.   -œI love your body. -  -œAnd you
don -(TM)t judge me? -  -œJudge you?  How? -  -œCould I tell you anything
and have you still love me? -  -œUnless you tell me that you hate me.  No,
that would just hurt me, but I -(TM)d still love you.  I can -(TM)t think
of anything.  Maybe if you said you had sex with a couple of guys after I
left you last night.  Maybe -- -  -œIt -(TM)s really hard.  I am trying to
be honest -- - she said.  -œI promise you, I will do my best to
understand. I really do love you.  I can -(TM)t believe how close I feel to
you after this short a time, but I -(TM)ve never clicked like this with
anyone.  We can talk for hours about nothing, and I still walk away feeling
like I had a great time.  You have a laugh that -(TM)s musical, and a great
sense of humor.  I love making you laugh, but I love even more that you can
make me laugh.  And I haven -(TM)t even started talking about how
incredible you look.  Your eyes are amazing; when you laugh, when you
smile, they get brighter somehow.  Every expression your face makes shines
through your eyes.  I -(TM)ve never seen anything like it. - Ali was near
tears.  She felt such an overwhelming sense of emotion.  Grayson was saying
the right things, telling her not only that he loved her, but unconsciously
telling her why.  And most importantly, he had not yet mentioned her body;
her nudity.  She was standing naked in her dorm room, completely exposed to
him, and he was prattling on about her eyes, her laugh, her smile. She
leapt at him, planting a wet kiss half on his lips, half off.  She
realigned her aim and caught him square on her second try, pushing him
backwards onto her bed.  She did not know that the tears had overflowed in
her eyes until she tasted the salt and felt the moisture.  Embarrassed at
her emotions, she wiped her cheek dry with the back of her hand, now
attempting to hide her face.  -œWhat is it? - Grayson asked,
misinterpreting her tears.  -œI -(TM)m scared. - she whispered, sitting up
fully now.  Somehow it didn -(TM)t seem strange at all that she was naked
with him.  -œScared of what? -  -œI want to ask you something.  But I
-(TM)m scared. - He was silent for a long moment.   -œYou can ask me
anything, but I -(TM)m not going to push you.  Why don -(TM)t you get
dressed and we -(TM)ll go to breakfast.  You can decide later. -  -œI want
you to watch me. - she blurted out loudly and quickly.  It sounded like a
single, long word. It took a moment for Grayson to process the noises into
separate words.  He fought his instinct to ask her to repeat herself; he
knew it had been difficult.  -œWatch you? - he asked finally.   -œI didn
-(TM)t understand at first.  You said you want me to watch you, right? -
Ali was blushing crimson, now suddenly ashamed of her nudity.  She stood
and pulled on a pair of panties from her drawer.  She wished she had bought
more than three thongs; they were all dirty, and she was pulling on her
old, large panties from Target.  They seemed very unsexy and frumpy,
deepening her embarrassment.  She had no cute bras clean, and stood
uncertainly, unable to look at Grayson, wishing to cover her nudity, but
not wishing to embarrass herself.  She pulled out a blue bra that didn
-(TM)t match the panties she had chosen, and hesitated. She walked quickly
to her closet and quickly grabbed a pair of warm-up pants.  She pulled them
on, pulled on a t-shirt, followed it with a sweat-shirt, and finally her
hoodie.  She dropped her bra in her hamper, too embarrassed to return it to
the drawer. When she turned, Grayson was standing.  He pulled her into a
hug, and kissed her forehead.  She had tears on her cheeks again, and
gently he used his thumbs to wipe them away, then softly kissed her eyes. 
-œI promised you that I would try to understand. - he said softly.   -œAnd
I think I do.  I think I know what you want, but I can -(TM)t figure out
why. - Ali buried her face in his strong shoulder, cradling her eyes in
the crook of his neck.   -œIt feels really weird, with just Tracey. - she
whispered. Grayson now understood.  He hugged her strongly.   -œYou don
-(TM)t have to say any more.  I -(TM)ll do it.  And I won -(TM)t judge you.
- Now that she -(TM)d said it, or almost said it; now that Grayson
understood, Ali felt a flood of relief wash over her.  It had been a very
hard conversation, but he had made it so much easier.  On this side of the
discussion she had difficulty remembering why it had been so hard to talk
about. She wiped her eyes and laughed at herself.  -œI don -(TM)t know why
that was so hard. - she said.   -œI -(TM)m such a freak. - Grayson held
her by the shoulders very firmly, and looked into her eyes.  His expression
was stern and serious.   -œDon -(TM)t you ever talk about the woman I love
that way, or I swear to God, I -(TM)ll mess you up. - Ali laughed out
loud.  -œYou -(TM)ll mess me up? -  -œBig time. - he replied, smiling
now.  -œI don -(TM)t allow no one to talk no shit about my Ali. -  -œYou
sound so tough.  I like a rough, hard man. -  -œI -(TM)m hard almost all
the time I -(TM)m around you, - he replied,  -œand if I don -(TM)t shave
for a few days my beard is kind of rough and scratchy. - She kissed him,
allowing her hands to scratch lightly down his back, and she firmly grabbed
his butt.   -œJust so I can forget about this all, - she said,  -œcan you
tell me what we just talked about, so I know you know? -  -œYou don -(TM)t
think I speak Ali? - he asked challengingly.   -œI can read you like a
book. -  -œHumor me. -  -œYou want me to be there with you when you jerk
off.  You -(TM)re scared to have sex with me, even though you think you
want to.  You know that you can -(TM)t talk Tracey out of making you do it
at night before bed, and you know that you -(TM)ll keep waking her up if
you don -(TM)t do it, anyway.  And you feel weird about doing it in front
of a girl.  Kind of gay.  I -(TM)m the best choice of guys because I -(TM)m
your boyfriend. - Ali was stunned.  She figured that he had understood
that she wanted him to watch her masturbate, but she had no idea that he
would have been smart enough to figure out that she was still afraid of
sex.  -œGirls don -(TM)t jerk off. - She replied.   -œNo dick, remember?
-  -œI keep forgetting that part. - he replied.   -œMaybe one of these
days I -(TM)ll take a look when you -(TM)re naked. -  -œYeah, maybe if you
-(TM)re ever down there shaving me again you can peek.  I know it offends
your sensibilities, but for purely scientific purposes. -  -œIf it -(TM)s
for science, then I think I could do it. - he said, reaching his hand up
the back of her shirt to feel her bare skin and kissing her lightly on the
tip of her nose.  -œCall it masturbating. - she said.  -œSounds so
clinical. - he argued.   -œWhat about tossing the taco salad? - Ali
fought back her grin.   -œToo long.  Flipping the switch? -  -œNot bad. 
Gives a good visual, I think. -  -œI forgot that you like a good visual.
- Ali teased.  -œHow about digging for clams? -  -œThat -(TM)s just
gross. - Ali said, unable to suppress her laugh.   -œDigging the ditch is
one thing -- -  -œSo anything referring to fish -- -  -œWould get you
banned from naked practice. - Ali interrupted.  -œGot it.  So we -(TM)ll
stick with flipping the switch, tossing the taco salad, and digging the
ditch. -  -œHumping the hand is another possibility. - Ali said
thoughtfully.  -œNice.  That would work for guys, too. -  -œAny of those.
Just don -(TM)t call it jerking off.  That -(TM)s what you do when I -(TM)m
not around. -  -œRight.  And humping the hand is what you do when I am
around. -  -œYou really are cool with this, aren -(TM)t you? -  -œI
-(TM)m cool with you.  Anything you could throw at me is perfect. - 
-œThree way with another guy? -  -œDo I get to pick the guy? -  -œI didn
-(TM)t know you had a thing for guys. -  -œI don -(TM)t, but I -(TM)d pick
someone with a really small dick and a hair trigger.  I -(TM)d seem like a
total stud next to him. -  -œYou -(TM)ve given this a lot of thought,
haven -(TM)t you? -  -œNone before today. - he admitted.   -œBeen
thinking about three ways with two girls since I was six. -  -œSix? - 
-œI got an early start.  Back then I was more thinking about playing
baseball with a real bat and ball, rather than in the figurative sense. -
-œAnd with me? -  -œI -(TM)d have a hair trigger.  You have to promise me
that if I cum in my pants the first time you -(TM)ll give me a few minutes
to recover and try it again.  You -(TM)re just so perfect I -(TM)ll
probably blow it the second you say you want me. -  -œGod, I want you
inside me, Grayson. - Ali whispered seductively into his ear. Hugging her
tightly he jerked, twitched, and grunted.   -œCrap, I just blew it in my
pants.  See what you do to me? -  -œToo bad.  This was going to be the
time.  I guess we -(TM)ll have to wait. - Ali joked.  -œI -(TM)m fine with
that.  You just keep whispering in my ear like that and I don -(TM)t need
sex.  I -(TM)ll need another couple dozen pairs of underwear -- -  -œYou
-(TM)re a pig. -  -œGood thing you love bacon so much. -  -œI -(TM)m
going to call you bacon from now on.  That -(TM)s your new nickname. - 
-œThen I get to call you taco salad. -  -œI suppose it -(TM)s better than
tuna salad. -  -œOh, I like that. -  -œDon -(TM)t even think about it! -
= O = By Sunday evening Ali had fully memorized her phone speech, and had
perfected her strip so the timing was flawless.  As she lay with Grayson on
his bed after dinner, she marveled at how far she -(TM)d come since the
beginning of the school year.  -œDid you know that junior year in high
school I had to give a speech on how to make a peanut butter and jelly
sandwich, and I almost threw up? -  -œBad sandwich? -  -œNo! - she said,
playfully slapping him without moving her head from his chest.   -œI was so
nervous having to stand up in front of the class and give a speech. - 
-œSo the sandwich was good? -  -œI didn -(TM)t eat the sandwich.  I was
just commenting on how tomorrow I -(TM)m going to be pretending to talk on
a cell phone in front of a classroom full of people while I -(TM)m taking
off all my clothes.  I think that would have killed me. - It -(TM)s a huge
change. - He admitted.   -œI did mine on how to juggle. -  -œWhat? - 
-œYour sandwich speech.  It was a demonstration speech, right?  You had to
pick something and teach the class how to do it? -  -œYeah -- -  -œI had
to do the same thing at my school.  I did it on how to juggle. -  -œGet
out!  I didn -(TM)t know you could juggle! - He stroked her hair lightly.
-œSure.  It -(TM)s easy. - He had wadded up three pieces of paper to use
as juggling balls when Ali got a text.  Jer and Tim were upstairs waiting.
-œI hate this part. -  -œI -(TM)ll come with you. -  -œThank you. - Jer
had spray-on hair color with him.  Ali changed into her oldest one-piece
bathing suit with her sloppiest t-shirt over it and went with him into the
guys -(TM) bathroom.  They logically assumed that few guys would complain
about her presence there, but most girls would complain about Jer -(TM)s
intrusion to their space. Most guys left them alone after curious glances.
Ali was sitting on the floor in one of the showers while Jer stood behind
her, carefully spraying her hair in layers, allowing a minute for each to
dry before flipping the next layer down. It took nearly half an hour, but
when he was done she looked like a perfect platinum blonde.   -œAnd you
-(TM)re sure it washes out? - she asked for the tenth time.  -œPositivie.
You might need to shampoo twice, but your hair is light already, so
probably once will do. - Ali was too uncomfortable in the guys bathroom,
and went next door to the girls -(TM) to wash her face and hands, and then
met everyone back in the dorm.  -œAny naked guys in there? - Tracey asked.
 -œJust one.  Big guy from the football team.  Must -(TM)ve been six five.
Total washboard abs.  Huge dick. - Ali lied.  -œYou wish. - Tracey
replied.  -œThey were all very nice to us. - Jer corrected.   -œAnd very
few of them showed Ali their dicks. - They laughed.   -œSo am I doing her
heart? - Jer asked.  -œI can do that. - Ali offered. Jer looked to
Tracey, disappointed, but Tracey agreed with Ali.   -œGet your suit off and
hose your bush down, then. - Ali blushed at the crassness of her roommates
command, but complied nonetheless.  Taking some last moment instruction
from Jer, and using her already-stained t-shirt as a backdrop, Ali sprayed
her pubic hair, running her fingers through it to ensure that it was died
to the roots.  After it had dried she wrapped herself in her robe and
headed to the bathroom to clean up the skin around it and her hands. The
affect was immediately visible.  She -(TM)d been tanning nude now, and was
deeply bronzed all over.  The almost white of the pubic hair stood out
starkly against her dark skin, making the heart shape clearly visible from
across the room.  The lightness of the hair on her head, too, made the tan
on her face seem deeper, and with the right stance and attitude, she looked
completely vacant and shallow; exactly what they were going for. She
practiced her strip once more, while rehearsing her speech, and naked
practice was mercifully called short, a sort of reward for her excellent
work. The truth was, it was all getting easier for her.  She was no longer
as nervous, nor as reluctant, to take her clothes off during naked
practice. Class was still difficult for her, but with all of the rehearsal
and practice, she had confidence that she -(TM)d never felt before, and
could use the strength of that self-assuredness to get her through what she
knew had to be done.  -œI -(TM)m going to go to bed early. - she told her
roommate after the room had emptied, leaving only her, Tracey and Grayson.
-œOkay, so say goodnight to Grayson and we -(TM)ll get ready for bed. -
Tracey offered.  -œUm -- Grayson -(TM)s going to stay for my other
practice. - Ali blushed. Tracey looked uncertainly at her roommate.  Did
that mean what she thought it meant? Still naked, Ali moved to her bed and
sat down.  Grayson took a place at the foot of the bed, gently caressing
Ali -(TM)s bare leg, just above the knee. Tracey stood near the center of
the room, unbelieving.  Was shy little Ali actually volunteering to let a
boy watch her play with her pussy? With no prompting, Ali reached down and,
smiling nervously at Grayson, used two fingers to slightly spread herself,
dipping a third lightly into the soft folds of skin, moistening the tip. 
She was both surprised and dismayed to discover how wet she was, but
resisted the urge to lift her head.  It was more thrilling, more erotic
somehow, to add the tension of not knowing just how lewd her display was.
She shuddered slightly, dragging her moistened finger just to the side of
her clit, as she imagined Grayson -(TM)s view from his position between her
legs.  She could still feel his hand, lightly caressing her skin only
inches below her bare sex, and she kept her eyes fixed on his face,
refusing to look down, preferring instead to imagine the degree and extent
of her exposure. She found that watching Grayson watching her was equal
parts erotic and frustrating.  Grayson was nervous, and was trying to
maintain eye contact with Ali, wishing to give her a feeling of ease.  He
was, however, a guy, and one who had never before watched a woman
masturbate, especially not less than a foot away from him.  He stole
furtive glances toward her fingers as they lightly caressed her swollen,
wet pussy.  When she would catch him glancing downward, it was heaven.  She
wanted him to watch.  She knew that now, more certainly than she had
before. She needed him to look; to see her.  She wanted to be open to him,
to be a dirty, sexual thing after which he lusted.  He attempted to hold
eye contact with her.  He was trying to be respectful.  Frustration was
building; she did not want respect from him, she wanted to see him hunger
for her.  He could love her later, when she was clothed.  When she was in
class, or on a car ride.  But now she needed to be desired, to be wanted.
To be watched in her private moment, and to feel the intimacy created by
being so open, so base. She closed her eyes.  She wanted to watch him, to
know he was looking at her, seeing her pussy.  Her cunt.  Now it was her
cunt, open, wet and wanting.  She wanted to see him, to look at his face
and see his beautiful gray eyes staring at her hand as it fucked her cunt.
She opened her eyes, needing to see the lust on his face.  His gaze was
fixed between her legs, his mouth open slightly, eyes wide and staring. 
After a moment that passed too quickly, he locked eyes with her again.  He
did not look away, and appeared embarrassed that he -(TM)d been caught
looking elsewhere. A whine escaped her lips.  She felt a rush of sexual
energy as she summoned the courage to open her mouth.  She moaned slightly,
thrusting her hips up to meet her hand.   -œWatch me. - she whispered. 
Confusion flashed through his eyes, followed by understanding.  He smiled
at her, a wicked, knowing smile, and her hips involuntarily drove upward
again, accompanied by a guttural sound emanating more from her throat than
her mouth as his focus shifted from her face to her crotch.  He knew now,
and he was suddenly comfortable.  She wanted him to see, and he wanted to
watch.  This was not practice, not  -œmedicinal - masturbation, and not
something about which either of them should feel ashamed.  This was a raw,
uninhibited sex show, and they each had their parts to play.  Her role was
to show herself, to be on display for him.  His role was to see, to thrill
at the erotic presentation in front of him, and to let her see his desires
and his lust shining through his eyes.  She needed him to know her
intimately, to hide nothing. He placed his other hand on her thigh, sliding
both now lightly and gently upwards, toward her pussy.  He pulled the skin
slightly, spreading her more to his gaze.  She was watching him, her eyes
fixed on his face.  She could see that he was mesmerized, and it drove her
closer to her orgasm. The sight was beyond erotic.  Nothing Grayson had
seen on the internet, in the emails his friends had forwarded him, could
have prepared him for what he was now watching.  This was genuine,
unbridled lust being teased, tortured and nursed as it moved rapidly toward
a climax of release.  There was no acting here; no pretense.  The emotions
were real, the movements were involuntary, and the sounds were not
primitive, instinctual.  Ali -(TM)s fingers caressed her swollen,
protruding clit, gliding lightly along the side, pulling the hood back and
exposing all of her to him before flipping around the top and gliding back
down the other side, dipping lightly into her open, glistening hole and
repeating the journey.  Her hips ground, humping the air furiously, and he
could see the muscles and tendons in her hips and thighs straining as she
moved.  Her legs were spread wide, and her thin, lithe body was laid out
for him.  The bronzed skin contrasted against the impossible white of the
tiny, dyed heart-shaped tuft perched uselessly above her gaping pussy.  The
hair was decoration, providing neither cover nor protection for her vagina.
The flat of her belly flexed and writhed as she panted, moaned, squirmed
and thrusted, displaying for him each tendon, muscle and bone.  Above were
her breasts, round and firm, as deeply tanned as the rest of her nude body.
Her left hand gently kneaded the right tit, gently pinching her erect
nipple between the thumb and forefinger as she continued to ride the waves
of pleasure toward the impending climax. Her eyes were still locked on his,
watching him watch her.  He smiled again, the lust apparent in his eyes,
and then his gaze traced slowly her body back down, squeezing his hands
tighter against her upper thighs, pulling her pussy wider, and leaning
closer.  -œLook at how wet you are. - he said quietly.  Ali shuddered in
reply. Tracey appeared over his shoulder.  Ali had all but forgotten she
was there.  Her gaze was fixed between Ali -(TM)s legs, and she made no
pretense of otherwise.  The look on her face was one of amazement, and Ali
could take no more. Her body locked, rigid and straight with her butt
inches off the bed, her fingers pressed tightly against her clit and her
hand squeezed her boob, almost painfully.  The orgasm started, and Grayson
could see her pussy contract tightly, almost snapping closed.  A couple of
seconds later Ali -(TM)s body collapsed, and her pussy began to spasm,
opening and closing, pulsing as she continued to furiously frig her swollen
clit and her other hand resumed it -(TM)s firm kneading and squeezing of
her breast. As the waves of pleasure were beginning to recede, Grayson
stroked her lips with his thumbs, reminding her that he was there, of where
his eyes were fixed, and that his hands were close.  A second climax locked
her body, sending new tremors through her.  From her mouth came animal
noises; grunts, squeals, cries and panting.  Ali lay, spent, on the bed. 
Her hand was still resting on her pussy, her other now draped across her
belly.  Grayson and Tracey were speechless, still taking in the beauty of
their nude friend, lying naked and exposed on the bed, and the wonder of
what they had seen. Grayson gently moved her hand, uncovering her pussy. 
He bent forward and lightly kissed her on the wet skin between her
hypersensitive pussy and the small, decorative tuft of hair.  She shuddered
slightly at the intimate contact, but made no move to stop him. Breathing
hard, she pushed herself onto her elbows.  Grayson moved to sit next to
her, and gently brushed her slightly damp hair from her face, wiping away
the thin film of perspiration.  He kissed her softly, and she tasted
herself on his lips.   -œWow. - said Tracey, walking slowly back toward
her own bed, looking more at her roommate than where she was going. Ali
blushed slightly.  Now that the heat of the moment had died down, she felt
dirty, slutty for the show she had put on.   -œYou -(TM)re an amazing girl,
and I -(TM)m lucky to know you. - Grayson whispered in her ear so that
only she could hear. She hugged him tightly, then laughed embarrassedly.  
-œI got your shirt wet! - she giggled, looking at her still-wet hand. In
answer, Grayson kissed her again, more deeply.  She could still taste
herself, and was excited by it. Ali wrapped herself in her robe and walked
to the bathroom with Tracey and Grayson.  He promised to wait for her
before returning to his room. Ali quickly washed her hands and scrubbed her
pussy.  Some of the hairspray washed off, leaving her with a two toned
heart.  She didn -(TM)t care.  She peed quickly, rewashed her hands, and
dashed back to the hallway and into Grayson -(TM)s arms.  -œI want to talk
about that. - she whispered.  -œTomorrow. - he assured her.  -œYou don
-(TM)t think bad about me? -  -œI think very, very good about you. -  -œI
think good about you, too. - She smiled, pulling him into another hug. 
-œYou wouldn -(TM)t if you knew what I was about to go do. -  -œI -(TM)m
jealous that I don -(TM)t get to come along and watch. - she replied,
blushing at the thought.  -œI -(TM)m not quite as brave as you.  Maybe
someday. - he said, also blushing slightly.  -œLet -(TM)s break up the
love fest and get to bed.  Monday -(TM)s suck with everyone coming over at
the butt crack of dawn to help you get ready. - Tracey said, coming out of
the bathroom. She walked alone down the hallway to their room as Ali and
Grayson kissed goodnight, hugged again (and again), and finally parted.

   **********

   The next morning Jer, Tim and Darren woke the girls knocking on their
door early.  Ali had received three separate text messages, but had somehow
slept through all of them. Tracey opened the door, quickly pulling her robe
on over her t-shirt and panties.  Ali was groggily rising, sitting slightly
and rubbing her eyes.  It was somehow more embarrassing to be naked in bed,
just waking up with no chance to mentally prepare.  It seemed stranger now;
the guys were still wearing their coats, and Ali was under the covers
completely naked.  She was trying to force herself to climb out of bed when
her phone chimed, alerting her of a text from Andrew.  He, Sam and AJ would
be there in a minute.  -œWhat happened to the color on your heart? -
Darren asked, referring to the washed out pubic hair, a casualty of the
masturbation session the night before.  -œI -(TM)ll fix it in the bathroom.
- Ali said, pulling the sheet back over herself, extremely embarrassed to
know for certain that the guys were looking at her pussy even before she
-(TM)d kicked her covers completely off.   -œBut how did it get like that?
- he pushed, dismayed.   -œIt -(TM)s only supposed to wash off.  One night
of sleep shouldn -(TM)t -- -  -œI had to clean up last night. - Ali
interrupted, shooting Tracey, who was laughing quietly to herself, a fierce
look to keep her from explaining in any detail.  The two girls quickly
stopped the boys -(TM) inquiries and insisted that they needed a few
minutes.  Ali wrapped herself in her robe and opened the door to find
Andrew, Sam and AJ about to knock.  The girls excused themselves, then went
to the bathroom. Tracey broke into a wide grin as they walked down the
hallway together, and both girls were laughing by the time they -(TM)d
reached the bathroom.   -œYou don -(TM)t say a word. - Ali warned.  -œWho,
me? - came Tracey -(TM)s innocent reply.  -œI swear.  Not a word. -
Tracey simply laughed in reply, and locked herself into a stall and started
peeing.  Ali relieved herself, and then headed to the showers with her
spray-on hair color and began to touch up the small heart shaped tuft of
hair.  -œI don -(TM)t even know why I have this stupid heart. - Ali called
to Tracey, who was standing at the sinks.  -œIt -(TM)s all about
presentation, isn -(TM)t it? - Tracey called back.   -œCostuming. - 
-œNice costume. - Ali shot back snidely. Tracey just laughed in reply as
Ali walked up to join her at the sinks.  She took a wash cloth and wiped
the excess spray off, embarrassed further as Tracey stopped brushing her
hair and stood back to watch in the mirror. Ali quickly brushed her teeth
and the girls headed back to the dorm room together.  There, Tracey pulled
the robe undone and slid it easily off of her shoulders leaving Ali naked
in a room with six guys.  -œYou can -(TM)t keep doing that.  I only bought
one can of the spray, and we won -(TM)t be able to do your hair for
Wednesday if you keep needing touch ups. - Darren scolded, looking at her
pussy instead of her face as he talked.  -œThen we won -(TM)t spray it
Tuesday night. - Ali said coldly.   -œI like to shower in the morning and
this is a pain in the ass. -  -œWell maybe we don -(TM)t like coming over
at six in the morning. - Darren shot back.  -œThen I apologize for waking
you up.  I -(TM)ll just get dressed now, and you can go back to living your
comfortable life that includes sleeping late in the morning and a complete
lack of naked girls. -  -œSomeone talking about naked girls?  I like naked
girls. - said Grayson, cautiously entering the room with two cups of
coffee.   -œYou might want to keep the shouting to a lower volume, and
maybe make sure the door is closed. - Grayson -(TM)s mere presence in the
room had a calming effect on Ali, and she quickly rushed to his arms,
kissing him deeply.  Although her friends were perfectly content to view
her nude body from any conceivable angle regardless of her embarrassment,
they turned respectfully away as the couple embraced.  Ali stifled a small
giggle, and Grayson, noticing the same thing, grinned back at her and
resumed kissing. The argument forgotten, Darren ushered Ali to her desk
chair where he used a flat iron and a curling iron on her hair, styling it
perfectly - parted on the right side and swept back into full, flirty
curls. Tim ensured that her outfit was perfect, and with ten minutes to
spare she was ready to head to class.  She pulled Andrew -(TM)s warm-up
pants over her skirt, feeling foolish in her heels, pulled on her own
hoodie, and grabbed her bag.  Grayson kissed her warmly before running off
to his own class, leaving Ali, Sam, Andrew and AJ to walk together to the
PoliSci building. Special care was taken not to offend; there were guys in
fraternities and girls in sororities in all of the classes, and they did
not want to insinuate that all sorority girls were vacuous, slutty and self
absorbed, so as Ali continued to talk quietly into the phone, completely
naked now, her team mates explained in detail how stereotypes, sometimes
exaggerated, comical ones, were being used in the project. No one seemed to
care in the least. Ali took her seat, and by the end of class was
embarrassed to find a small wet spot on her chair.  She fumbled with her
hoodie, intentionally allowing it to fall onto the chair, where she used
the sleeve to surreptitiously wipe up the evidence of her arousal before
pulling on her jeans, slipping into her t-shirt, and finally pulling on her
hoodie.  She sat once again in her chair to pull on her socks and lace up
her shoes before bidding farewell to her fans and dashing across campus to
her next class. The remainder of the week was a blur of similar activity.
Evenings were spent at the tanning salon, driven by Grayson or Andrew. 
Tami now felt comfortable chatting openly with Ali, as though they were
close friends.  She would complain about how boring it could get later in
the evening.  -œThe busy times are after class.  It -(TM)s almost all other
students, you know? - she said casually, leaning against the open door to
Ali -(TM)s room, watching the counter and Ali at the same time.   -œThere
-(TM)s a few townies, but they come in the mornings.  Around now it -(TM)s
so boring  -~cause there -(TM)s never anyone here.  Wow.  You have a little
heart this week! - Ali had just pulled her panties off, and Tami had
immediately noticed the newly sculpted tuft of pubic hair.  -œWhat -(TM)s
next week? -  -œShaving it all off. - Ali replied, trying to sound more
bored than nervous.  -œUgh.  I have to have my landing strip. - Tami said
as though they -(TM)d been friends forever.   -œMakes me think of a little
kid with no hair.  But I guess that -(TM)s the new style.  You look at
Playboy and stuff and all the girls are shaved. -  -œYou read Playboy? -
Ali mentally kicked herself for getting drawn into the conversation. 
-œUncle Paulie gets it.  It -(TM)s always in his office.  Sometimes it
-(TM)s really boring here and I read it.  Kills the time. -  -œCool. -
Ali replied dully.  I -(TM)m going to tan, then. - Tami was not big on
hints, and simply averted her eyes from the bright light of the tanning
bed, leaving the door open and continuing to talk to Ali.  She left at one
point to show another customer to her room, but then returned, reopening
Ali -(TM)s door, to continue their conversation. Naked practice continued
nightly, but had become less formal.  Ali practiced her speech alone,
practiced her stripping once or twice, but mostly just sat naked, doing her
homework, watching TV, playing dice, cards or just hanging out as her
friends came and went during the evenings.  Grayson and Ali had become
virtually inseparable, and met for breakfast, lunch and dinner daily. 
Grayson did his homework in the evenings with Ali, and they had reluctantly
allowed his roommate, Cole Sullivan to join on occasion.  He had already
walked in on them, had seen Ali naked, and had finally been told that she
was the infamous Naked Girl.  When he found out that there were a dozen
guys  -œhelping - her with naked practice and confronted Ali and Grayson
late Monday afternoon, it became next to impossible to turn him down. Each
night Grayson would stay after everyone left.  He and Tracey would sit,
sometimes side by side at her feet, sometimes next to her, or with her head
resting on his lap, and Ali would pleasure herself.  Grayson -(TM)s easy
smile, deep, penetrating eyes and his seemingly complete understanding of
Ali made it easy for her to speak to him; to tell him things that would
normally embarrass or humiliate her.  -œI -(TM)m afraid to have sex. - she
told him over a private lunch one afternoon.   -œBut I get so insanely hot
when you watch me. -  -œI want to reach out sometimes.  To touch you
myself. - he confessed.  -œDon -(TM)t. - she asked him, looking slightly
abashed.   -œIt -(TM)s so much more intense when you just watch. -  -œI
won -(TM)t touch you until you ask me to. - he promised, lightly pulling
her hand to his lips, gently kissing each finger.  Ali wondered if he meant
anything deeper by it; her first thought was that those were the fingers
she used on herself each night, and it gave her a slight thrill.  -œWhy are
you so easy to talk to? -  -œBecause I love you unconditionally. - he
replied simply.   -œNothing you could ever say can change the fact that I
love you. -  -œThen how did I get so lucky? - she amended.  -œNot luck at
all.  In our previous lives we were totally ripped off.  I was a mosquito
who flew into a bug zapper and never even got to bite anyone.  You were a
swan.  The most beautiful swan on the lake.  You were trying to protect
your family and were eaten by a wolf. -  -œEaten by a wolf? -  -œBetter
than flying into a bug zapper.  You were noble.  I was just an idiot. - 
-œIn your defense, your brain wouldn -(TM)t have been very big. - she
said, remaining serious.  -œIt was a very, very pretty light. - he replied
thoughtfully, as though suddenly recalling.  -œI -(TM)m sure it was.  But a
wolf? -  -œA wolf. - he confirmed.  -œI didn -(TM)t know you were
psychic. -  -œInternet. - he replied casually.   -œThere -(TM)s a site.
Reads your past life aura from a whole bunch of personal information. 
Credit cards, social security number, drivers -(TM) license number.  Stuff
that can -(TM)t belong to anyone else.  You just type it all in and it
tells you what you were in a past life.  I did you, too.  Borrowed your
purse.  Hope you don -(TM)t mind. -  -œNice, - she replied, raising one
eyebrow.   -œand this site told you that I was a swan who got turned into
wolf poop? -  -œI have a picture of the poop if you want to see it. - 
-œNo, thanks.  Bad memories. -  -œSo our crappy past lives are being made
up for now.  Karma. -  -œNo fear of identity theft, then? -  -œKarma
wouldn -(TM)t allow that.  If it did we -(TM)d have to come back next time
even better.  There -(TM)s nothing better than you, so it can -(TM)t
happen. -  -œI -(TM)m going to hang a bug zapper in my room to lure you
there every night. - Ali said, leaning in and kissing him softly.  -œNo
matter how pretty that light was, - he replied,  -œit looks like a burned
out bulb next to you. -  -œI -(TM)m glad I got eaten by a wolf. - Ali
said, pulling him into a tight embrace.   -œI -(TM)d get torn apart by
fifty wolves to be with you. -  -œAnd that was a cool light. - he added.
Ali was so comfortable with Gray.  She had started a deep conversation
about her sexuality, and he had quickly understood, assured her, and then
deftly changed the subject to some nonsensical thing to put her back at
ease. After class on Wednesday Ali and Andrew, as was now their custom,
walked back together.  Grayson would be in class for another hour, so Ali
had time to shower.  -œCome to my room with me. - Ali said.   -œLet me
give you your stuff out of my bag. - Andrew -(TM)s warm-up pants were
folded at the bottom of Ali -(TM)s bag.  He, AJ and Sam had, as usual,
collected her clothes as they walked to the stools at the front of the
class, and put them away for her as she stayed in character.   -œI -(TM)ll
get them. - Andrew offered, sliding Ali -(TM)s backpack from her shoulder
and unzipping it.  He -(TM)d been putting things into or taking things out
of her bag for so long that neither of them considered it rude that he didn
-(TM)t ask first. Andrew pulled out the sorority girl outfit, placing
everything neatly on Ali -(TM)s desk.  The shoes he dropped lightly to the
floor.  At the very bottom were his warm-up pants, which he pulled out,
finally turning to Ali.  -œSo do you -- - he stopped mid sentence, shocked
to find Ali naked, stepping into her shower shoes.   -œDo I what? - asked
Ali, pushing her arms into her robe and pulling the belt closed around her.
 -œSorry.  I wasn -(TM)t expecting you to change before I left. - he said.
 -œI wanted to know if you were going to shower right away.  Stupid
question now. - Ali looked down at herself.   -œI didn -(TM)t even think
about it! - she admitted, blushing slightly.  She -(TM)d just walked into
her room, thinking of Andrew no differently than she would Tracey, and
changed.  She was so used to being naked around her guy friends that she
had, for a brief moment, forgotten herself.  -œNo problem. - Andrew said
nervously.  Each stood awkwardly for a moment.  Ali then bent to retrieve
her shower basket and a towel, and broke the silence.   -œSo, I -(TM)m
gonna go shower -- -  -œYeah. - Andrew said stupidly, suddenly realizing
he -(TM)d been staring and jumping toward the door.  -œSo I guess I -(TM)ll
see you later. - She replied. Together they left the room, and walked
silently down the hall.  Andrew stopped at his room and Ali continued
toward the bathroom.  -œWait. - she called to him.  -œWhat? -  -œUm.  Can
I -- um -- use your shaver? - she asked shyly.  -œOh, yeah.  The heart has
to come off. - He replied, unthinking.  He held the door open for her.  
-œCan I just bring it back? - she asked.  -œUm -- it -(TM)s not supposed
to get wet. - He answered.  Ali sighed and decided it was too difficult to
argue.  There was so little hair anyway, it would take only a moment.  She
took the razor as he handed it to her, straddled his trash can and squatted
low, pulling her robe open slightly.  In three passes with the razor the
heart was mostly gone, and she could now use her blade in the shower to
remove the remaining hair.  She looked up to see Andrew staring.  -œThanks.
- she said, handing the razor back to him.  -œUh huh. - She quickly left
the room, feeling her face burning, and nearly ran to the girls bathroom.
In the shower she finished the job she -(TM)d started, leaving herself
completely bald for the first time since she was eleven.  On her skin was a
small, heart shaped white spot, untouched by the light from the tanning
bed. She shampooed her hair three times, just to be sure that the platinum
blonde spray was completely washed out, then conditioned it heavily.  Half
an hour later she finally exited the shower feeling nervous energy.  This
always happened before she was going to see Grayson.  It was especially
strong today; she had the small, white heart on her skin  -" the only part
of her that was not tan  -" and she was anxious for him to see.  She was
both nervous and excited at the prospect. She styled her hair and put on
her makeup in the bathroom, something that she almost never did.  She still
wore little makeup, but had begun using a flat iron on her hair, and was
wearing it less frequently pulled into her trademark ponytail. When she had
completely run out of tasks to keep her occupied, she gathered up her
things and walked slowly back to her room.  She still had fifteen minutes
before Grayson would arrive after class, and she knew that sitting alone
would drive her stir crazy.  Her room was still empty.  Play rehearsals
were in full schedule, and Tracey, as the lead, seemed always to be at the
theater.  Ali kicked off her shower shoes and walked around her room
nervously.  There was something about being barefoot in the middle of the
afternoon in late fall that felt, somehow, fun.  She -(TM)d been barefoot
in this room more than not in the past few months, but being alone made it
a bit of a thrill.  When she was alone she was always fully dressed. She
seemed to contemplate something, and suddenly make a decision.  Ali walked
purposefully to the window and twisted the mini blinds, angling them
upward. Light still came into the room, but the view from outside was all
but completely blocked.  Ali then walked to her closet and shrugged out of
her robe, baring herself.  She was alone, and naked.  This was another
first for her, and she suddenly shivered with excitement.  Ali was never
truly comfortable being naked, and her alone time was always the time when
she would slip comfortably into a pair of her baggy jeans and a sweat
shirt, and pull on a pair of thick socks.  But this Wednesday afternoon,
with her newly denuded sex, she was reveling in the feeling of her nudity.
She paced the room, checking her hair and makeup in the mirror several
times.  She stopped to admire herself in the full length mirror on the back
of the door, posing at several different angles. Finally, too full of
energy to sit still, she grabbed her iPod, holding it in her hand as she
danced wildly, watching herself in the mirror as her nude body twisted and
swayed seductively.  She flipped her hair, spinning and writhing as she
allowed the music to guide her movements.  She nearly lost her balance
once. She recovered and, continuing to dance wildly, flipped her hair
seductively and lost an ear bud. Laughing at herself she continued to move
to the music, now more silly and untamed than seductive.  She was amazed at
how, for the first time, she saw herself as sexy.  With no hair on her body
and just a small, heart shaped tan line on her otherwise bronze skin she
looked so -- womanly.  The heart had looked stupid; clichÃ(C) and
prop-like. The landing strip before that had been very similar to what Ali
had always worn, so it looked normal.  The large, overgrown bush before
that had just been unkempt, almost appearing unhygienic. But now, just as
those had appeared contrived and staged, almost fashion statements, she now
saw herself looking raw and uninhibited.  There was nothing to hide her
most intimate parts from any eyes that might see, and that translated
somehow in her mind to confidence; confidence she -(TM)d never felt before.
She could suddenly see herself clearly.  Not that the small heart had
hidden anything, but it had somehow diminished her pussy; sharing the
spotlight.  Now there was nothing but her nude, raw sex, visible to the
world.  As she moved she saw her muscles, her tendons pushing against her
tan, tight skin, and for the first time in her life she saw what others
saw; a nubile, fit, woman.  She realized in that moment that she wasn
-(TM)t a girl.  She was no longer the gangly, uncoordinated skinny thirteen
year old she had seen in the mirror every day for the past five years.  She
was an eighteen year old woman, with a woman -(TM)s body. She turned,
peering eagerly over her shoulder, first to one side and then the other,
looking at the reflected image of her butt.  It was an athletic ass, high
and firm, tight, small, round and tan.  Her back was strong, widening as it
approached her shoulders, round and muscled from years in the pool.  Her
arms were more slight, with taut skin and lightly defined biceps and
triceps.  She turned back to stare at herself.  Even her face looked more
womanly.  She pouted her lips seductively; the effect was almost comical.
She couldn -(TM)t have everything. She kept watching herself, enthralled
with how grown up she -(TM)d become, marveling at how she could have missed
it, at how the simple removal of a small patch of hair could awaken her to
the beauty that she truly possessed.  She continued to move slowly and
seductively to the music, swinging the cord connecting her ears to her hand
as she danced, allowing it to play across her breasts, gently caressing her
firm nipples as they stretched out toward her reflection. Her phone chimed,
alerting her of a new text.  Two quick steps and she leapt, covering the
final few feet to the bed in the air, landing softly and bouncing on the
mattress, her phone already in her hand.  -œon my way - It was from
Grayson.  She put her iPod on her night stand, leaping excitedly out of
bed. She ran to her desk and quickly ran a brush through her hair, taming
some of the wildness she -(TM)d created with her raucous dancing. She
posed, checking her reflection in the mirror.  She stood sideways, then to
the other side, one hand on her hip, hands casually at her side, straight
on to the door, legs together, slightly spread. Suddenly she leapt to the
door, pulling it open a crack.  Grayson would be the first to arrive, she
knew, but the sudden thrill of standing naked in the room with the door
open so that anyone could walk in excited her. She continued posing,
looking for the one that displayed her best.  She reclined toward her desk,
one leg outstretched, supporting her weight, the other bent, resting on
bare toes with the heel raised and pressed against the cool metal of the
desk drawer.  Her arms were behind her, slightly to the sides, supporting
the rest of her weight as she leaned on the desk.  Her shoulders looked
strong, her abs were stretched tight, and her breasts pushed out. She
smiled slightly, and spread her legs just a little farther. Grayson knocked
lightly, and the door swung a few inches into the room. Ali was giddy with
anticipation, but didn -(TM)t speak.  She could scarcely breathe.   -œAli?
- He pushed the door open, stopping short and staring, transfixed. She
stood for a moment, allowing him to see her, to look at her body, but her
emotions quickly overcame her and she leapt into his arms.  He staggered
back slightly into the hallway before catching his balance, and carrying
her swiftly into the room, his hands holding her butt and thighs as she
kissed his face and neck, any place she could reach. Grayson tossed her
lightly on the bed, quickly stripped off his coat, and dove next to her,
allowing his hands to touch her hot skin; her smooth thighs, tight belly,
and strong, sexy arms.  She purred quietly with pleasure, allowing his lips
to caress the skin of her neck, and her throat.  She gently guided one of
his hands to her breast, pressing her tongue into his mouth.  After a few
moments Grayson pulled gently away.   -œWhat -(TM)s gotten into you? - 
-œI -(TM)m hoping that will be you. - she whispered hoarsely.  -œReally?
- he asked teasingly.   -œI thought you weren -(TM)t ready. -  -œDid you
know that I -(TM)m not thirteen any more? - she asked.  -œI would hope
not! I wouldn -(TM)t last a week in prison! -  -œI mean I -(TM)m not the
same girl I was.  I always saw myself in the mirror.  I was still thirteen.
I never saw myself age. -  -œAnd now? -  -œSomething -(TM)s changed. -
she said throatily.   -œI -(TM)m suddenly all woman.  Look at me! - She
pushed him away and sprang to her feet, holding her arms out to her sides
and twirling for him.  -œI finally see what you see. - she told him.   -œI
-(TM)m a woman, not a little girl.  I have tits and a pussy, not boobies
and a vagina.  I -(TM)m grown up! -  -œI love your tits, and I love your
pussy.  You forgot your ass, but I -(TM)ll forgive that.  But what changed
your mind? - She sat on his lap, peppering his face and neck with light,
teasing kisses, pulling his shirt off as she explained.   -œI shaved.  My
pussy.  And I wanted to surprise you.  I was going to be naked when you got
here. -  -œYou were naked when I got here. - he grinned.   -œI noticed
that almost right away. -  -œAlmost? - she grinned.  -œYeah.  Almost
immediately. - he smiled mischievously back. She kissed him softly, then
began to untie his shoes.   -œI hoped you would.  And I was waiting for
you, and I took my robe off, and I just felt -- I don -(TM)t know.  I felt
different.  I was alone, and I was naked, and I -(TM)m never naked when I
don -(TM)t have to be.  But it didn -(TM)t feel weird.  It felt good. 
Kinda cool.  So I looked at myself in the mirror and you know what?  I
-(TM)m a woman!  I love having a bald pussy!  I love that you can see my --
what should we call it?  Lips is so clinical. -  -œGash? - he suggested
as he allowed her to pull off his socks, tossing them on top of his
discarded shoes.  -œGASH! - She laughed out loud, and the sound was
musical.   -œI love that you can just see my gash.  When I stand there, I
can -(TM)t hide it.  I used to hide it with my hair.  Now I can -(TM)t hide
it, and it -(TM)s just a sexy gash that boys like to see.  I want you to
see my gash. - He stopped her now, as she was trying to tug his pants and
boxers down at the same time.   -œAre you sure this is what you want? - 
-œYou have a rubber with you? -  -œUm, no. -  -œIn your room? -  -œWell,
you kind of said that you didn -(TM)t want to, so I gave mine to my
roommate  -" to Cole  -" last week. - He replied sheepishly. Ali pouted
briefly, then pulled his pants off quickly, before he could protest. Gray
-(TM)s erection stood proud.  He was reclined, propped slightly on his
elbows.  His cock pointed up toward his chin, curving ever so slightly so
that it drew slowly away from his body, then gradually bowed back so that
the head was hovering just over his belly button.  To Ali it looked huge.
She reached to touch it, wrapping her small hand around the center, her
fingers and thumb barely touched as they met on the other side.  She could
feel his pulse. She could not tear her eyes away, studying every detail. 
They had been naked together before, but she -(TM)d been shy, ashamed to
really look, but now she wasn -(TM)t a little girl any more, and the woman
in her was curious, excited and unafraid. He had medium blonde hair that,
on closer inspection, was made up of both light and dark hairs, growing
together and intertwining, becoming sparse until they were just a stripe,
extending upward and ending at his naval.  His balls were firm and high,
the skin pulled tight, indicative of his arousal.  She lightly caressed
him, watching the skin move, relishing the texture and firmness in her
hand, and feeling the heat. His breath was coming in shorter bursts, his
shock and surprise giving way quickly to the wonderful and pleasurable
sensations she was giving.  Slowly she bent forward, taking him gently into
her mouth.  She was tentative at first, but soon developed a rhythm.  As
she pleasured him, her own arousal increased.  She used her hands and her
mouth at the same time, driving him closer to climax.  He tensed, and she
closed her eyes, prepared to take his load into her mouth.  He spasmed
slightly, and then it came.  She had been ready, but was still surprised.
There was so much.  It tasted salty, slimy.  She swallowed as another jet
shot into her mouth.  She fought not to gag, afraid of offending him, she
swallowed again, slower, as more and more spasms from his cock poured more
and more of his seed into her mouth.  The taste was not unpleasant, just
different than anything she -(TM)d known before.  Eventually he seemed
done, and she allowed him to fall from her mouth.  She giggled at the
combination of drool and cum on his dick, balls and his pubic hair.  He
slowly lifted his head, blushing as she laughed.  -œI made quite a mess! -
she laughed.   -œI need to get better at that! - Grayson felt more at ease
at her light tone, and pulled her up to him.   -œMy turn! - she whispered,
pushing him aside, and beginning to touch herself.  Grayson sat, watching
at first, then slowly moved down her body, kissing her breasts and stomach,
until he found her fingers, dancing their familiar pattern over her
drenched sex. He quickly pinned her hands, replacing her fingers with his
tongue.  She bucked against him, moaning with pleasure.  Soon his hands
were there, pulling her open, caressing her skin, gently venturing inside
as his tongue kept its slow, soft, steady rhythm gently licking, flicking
and stroking her clit.  She could feel his hot breath on her. The blowjob
had been quick, but this was faster.  In almost no time Ali was crying out
in orgasm, her legs locked firmly around his head, pulling him against her
as she thrust her hips upward, grinding her dripping sex into his face.
When she released him he rose slowly from between her legs.  She laughed as
she saw his face, wet from nose to chin, shining with her juices.  She was
not ashamed; there was no embarrassment.  He brought his hand to wipe his
face, but she quickly caught his wrist, pulling him toward her.  -œI want
to taste. - she said quietly, tentatively licking his lips.  For an
instant she considered the flavor, then smiled, and pulled him to her,
locking him in a deep kiss.   -œPussy tastes pretty good! - she purred,
laughing as she held him.  -œYou should look at your gash now. - he
laughed. Like a child on Christmas morning she was out of bed, dashing to
the door.   -œHoly crap! - she cried, moving her legs and admiring her
pussy in the mirror.   -œMy gash got bigger! -  -œI love your gash.  Your
little pussy. -  -œCunny! - she cried, rushing back to the bed and
jumping on him again.   -œIt -(TM)s dirty like a cunt and still cute like
pussy! -  -œIt -(TM)s all pink inside. - he chuckled, lightly caressing
her as she sat open to him.  -œAre you trying to take advantage of my
cunny? - The rest of the afternoon they laughed, lounged and loved.  Ali
played with her new toy, the one that Gray kept between his legs.  She
kissed, caressed and fondled until it was back to its full size.  Then she
kept playing, and this time she watched him cum, giggling quietly,
fascinated.  It was about sex, but there was so much more, too.  It was
love, lust, playfulness, closeness, and discovery.  There was no
embarrassment, no tentativeness, and no shyness in the way they explored
each other -(TM)s bodies.  Four times Grayson made her cum.  It could have
extended to five or more, so insatiable was her appetite, but she nearly
wet the bed during the last one, and they reluctantly agreed to go pee,
clean up and head to dinner.  Ali took another shower.  Disappointed that
she had no time to make herself pretty, she threw her damp hair into a pony
tail, but looking in the mirror was surprised to see a woman, not the
little girl she expected, staring back at her.  Her new grown up image of
herself was there to stay, and not reliant on her hairdo.  She smiled as
she slipped her new jeans on over her tiny red thong.  She decided that she
really didn -(TM)t need a bra, and left it on her bed as she pulled on her
sweater.  It was slightly itchy, but made her hyperaware of her braless
state.   -œDinner first, or tan first? - he asked.  -œTan. - The evening
was crisp and cool, and Ali could feel the dry, brittle leaves crumble
under her shoes as they walked silently together toward his car.  Just
being with Grayson, even for something as mundane as a trip to the tanning
salon, brought her senses to life, exposing the world around her in sharp
relief.  Ali was raised in a young neighborhood, where the trees were still
relative babies, shedding their foliage, fronds and nettles by the dozens
as autumn came, rather than by the tens of thousands.  The campus was old
and the trees even more so; most had been adults already and were witnesses
as their comrade -(TM)s were felled, making room for the college -(TM)s
buildings to be erected a hundred years ago.  These ancient sentries still
stood close and vigilant watch, and with the encroachment of fall and the
approach of winter, they coated the ground with crisp, colorful remnants of
the green canopy that had provided welcoming shade all summer long.  -œHey,
Ali! - called Tami cheerfully from behind the counter.  -œHey! - Ali
-(TM)s voice was cheerful.  For the first time she felt a warmth for Tami.
She really was a nice girl, after all, and had no way of knowing that Ali
had been embarrassed.   -œQuick twenty minutes and we -(TM)re out. - 
-œHi, Grayson. - Tami demurred.  Ali smiled, flattered that Tami obviously
found him attractive.  She felt no jealousy in the obvious, if not clumsy
flirting. Tami grabbed a towel and eye covers and led Ali back to her usual
room.   -œYou can come if you want. - Ali offered, directing her comment
to Grayson. The three entered the room, and Ali quickly began undressing,
pulling her sweater off first, baring her breasts to them even before
untying her shoes.  Tami chatted about work, leaning in her usual spot
against the door jamb so she could watch the counter and hold the door open
simultaneously.  Grayson stood uncertainly against the wall just inside the
door until Ali giggled  -œIf you hold my clothes you can have the chair. -
She tossed her jeans at him as she spoke.  -œYou guys are so cute. - Tami
sighed.   -œYou should see him naked! - Ali replied, stepping out of her
thong and turning to face Tami.  -œYou want to tan? - Tami asked him
coyly.  -œI could give you a free one in the next room. -  -œUm -- -
Grayson started.  -œIf it was that easy to get him out of his pants he
-(TM)d have skin cancer by now! - Ali laughed.   -œWhat do you think? -
She held her arms out, clearly displaying her naked body to Tami.  -œYou
-(TM)re a lot more cheerful tonight. - Tami commented.   -œOh!  You
shaved! -  -œI think it looks awesome! -  -œIt does look good.  Better
than I thought it would.  That heart should fade in a couple of sessions.
- Tami commented.  -œI hope so. -  -œI love it. - Grayson said, pulling
her toward him and kissing the tiny patch of pale skin.  -œSo cute. - said
Tami, pouting slightly.   -œI want one. -  -œIf I figure out how to clone
him I might lend you one. -  -œI -(TM)d take it! - Tami cried, laughing.
-œBut don -(TM)t tell him I -(TM)m that easy! - she whispered, giggling. A
customer entered the shop, and Tami left to go attend to her.  The door
swung shut automatically, but neither Grayson nor Ali moved to lock it. 
Ali set the tanning bed, then climbed in, and she and Grayson discussed
their dinner plans, and the afternoon.  Tami came and went a couple of
times, but eventually left them alone to talk. Dinner was at Slice of Life,
and Chip was once again their waiter. Ali was uncharacteristically
friendly, and apologized for her previous behavior.   -œI was really
nervous when this whole thing started, - she explained,  -œand I was
having a whole bunch of bad days in a row.  Sorry I was such a bitch. - 
-œYou were never a bitch. - Chip laughed.  He was kind of cute, in a geeky
sort of way. Dinner was pleasant, and Chip proved to be smart and funny,
now that Ali wasn -(TM)t disturbed by his presence.  Even Grayson noticed a
huge change, and kept complimenting her on her new found joy of life, and
openness with people.  -œCan we invite Chip to practice? - Ali whispered
giddily to Grayson. Beyond the shadow of any doubt, he knew; Ali was a
different woman now.  He felt a stirring in his pants as he thought of a
future with her.  He -(TM)d read stories, seen videos on the internet. 
Girls who lost bets and flashed, or girls who were dared to go topless at
parties.  A relationship with Ali would be one filled with skinny dipping,
wild bets and dares, strip games and nudity for no reason at all.  He would
have to be there for her, to keep her out of trouble, to keep her safe.  He
would have to support her, to understand, to listen, and to help her be the
person she was.  This would require that he stem any jealousy.  eWas there
really any?  He thought of Chip, and he gently stroked her face, smiling at
her.  -œWe can invite anyone you want. - he whispered back. Grayson wasn
-(TM)t jealous at all.  Ali wanted to be seen, but not touched, not
screwed. She wanted to show off, to be naked and free, but she wanted to be
with him.  He could definitely live with that.  -œYou -(TM)re an amazing
girl, Ali. - he said, kissing her lightly.  -œYou -(TM)re the most
incredible guy I know, Gray. - she replied.   -œThank you. - = O = The
weekend passed too quickly for Ali.  Tami had predicted that the white
heart would be gone in two days, and she was right.  By Friday it was a
slight discoloration.  By Sunday night there was no trace.  Naked practice
continued in much the same way as the week before, with friends coming and
going as they pleased, Ali spending her time naked, but otherwise acting as
natural as any of the others.  She was nude whenever she was in her room
now, and always seemed to have visitors. Tami and Chip both found time to
stop by, and were both thrilled to find Ali so free and careless about her
nudity.  Just as Ali had assumed would happen, Chip asked Tami out, and she
accepted.  -œI told you he was cute, in a geeky, dorky kind of way. - Ali
whispered.  -œHe -(TM)s really funny. - admitted Tami, and the two girls
giggled and gossiped about him until Grayson cleared the room.  -œI need to
talk to you about something. - Grayson said to Ali when they were alone. 
-œAbout sex? - Ali asked hopefully.  -œAbout your roommate. - Gray
replied seriously.  He explained about the conversations he -(TM)d
overheard, and what he thought it all meant.  -œAnd she was talking to
Andrew? - Ali asked skeptically.  -œThey went to school together, did you
know that? - Ali looked incredulous.   -œYou -(TM)re sure? - Grayson
opened his notebook and showed her what he -(TM)d found.  It was a
yearbook, archived online, highlighting Andrew Hardwick, child genius,
graduating at age fourteen after only two years of school.  He clicked and
loaded another page from the same yearbook, showing the sophomore class. 
Tracey Halloran was in her second year at the same school, meaning they
-(TM)d spent two years together at the same high school.  -œShe said she
didn -(TM)t know him. - Grayson reminded her.  Ali just stared,
dumfounded, at the page.  -œI read an article about him. - Grayson
continued.   -œHe lived in Winchester Arms, the same apartment building as
Tracey and her dad. - Grayson was trying to be calm, worried about his
girlfriend -(TM)s response.  He would be there for her, he would be strong,
and would help her through this. However he may have imagined Ali would
react, her laughter took him by surprise.   -œThis is funny! - she said. 
-œDon -(TM)t say anything.  Just act natural.  I want to play detective. -
Grayson shared all of his research with her, and she seemed absolutely
giddy in anticipation, and Grayson could tell that a plan was forming.  He
couldn -(TM)t help but wonder what it might be. = O = The following week
was Ali -(TM)s celebutard week.  She arrived in class clad in a black dress
that she borrowed from Tracey.  The chest was too large, and the skirt was
too short, thanks to a temporary hem put in place by Tim.  As she moved
casually her nipples came into view frequently, and she could barely take a
step without flashing her pussy.  She acted slightly drunk as she pretended
to fend off the paparazzi, stripping off her dress as she staggered around
the room, and throwing it at an imaginary photographer.  On Wednesday, as
Andrew walked her home from class, she casually confronted him.  -œI read
this really interesting article on the net about this girl who streaked a
high school football game wearing nothing but running shoes and a ski mask.
I guess there were rumors around the school that a bunch of people were all
supposed to do it, but I guess everyone else chickened out.  Can you
imagine? - Andrew looked slightly nervous.   -œWow. -  -œYeah, - Ali
continued lightly.   -œThey never caught her.  The streaker.  Good thing 
-" she probably would have gotten kicked out of school.  And then, there
was this other article I found, and it was about this girl who ran butt-ass
naked through the cafeteria and then out into the parking lot.  I guess she
jumped into a pickup truck and the guy drove away. -  -œReally? - Ali
smiled as a thin line of perspiration formed on Andrew -(TM)s brow, despite
the fifty degree weather.  -œYeah.  I guess her boyfriend was driving the
truck. - Ali continued casually.   -œThey both got arrested.  Tried to
blame some fourteen year old kids back at the school, but no one believed
them.  I mean, how could a fourteen year old talk two seventeen year olds
into doing something like that? -  -œWeird. - Andrew said, realizing that
he was supposed to talk now, but unsure of what to say.  -œYeah.  You know
who they tried to blame? - Andrew looked nervously at Ali, but did not
reply.  -œThey tried to blame you and Tracey. - Ali continued, calmly.  
-œI found a bunch of news stories about strange sightings of naked high
school girls, all from your old school...  They all stopped at the
beginning of this school year.  Nothing this whole year, after four years
in a row.  Isn -(TM)t that weird? -  -œBizarre. - said Andrew, gaining
back some of his confidence.   -œBut purely coincidental.  I -(TM)m not
sure what you -(TM)re trying to insinuate. -  -œYeah. - Ali agreed.  
-œCould be a huge coincidence.  But you know what?  Tracey -(TM)s my
friend. She feels really bad.  She told me the truth.  She told me that it
was always just a lot of fun.  She told me about you guys.  But she says
that this one was a lot harder because she feels bad for me.  She said it
wasn -(TM)t fun any more. - Andrew looked positively pained.  They were
silent for a good while, walking along together across the campus.  Ali did
her best to look angry, and kept her eyes straight ahead.  -œI -(TM)m
sorry. - Andrew finally said, stopping dead and grabbing Ali -(TM)s arm to
turn her toward him.   -œIt -(TM)s all just been fun.  I never meant to
hurt anyone.  I just always liked that I could talk people into things.  I
felt this power trip.  It -(TM)s stupid.  I -(TM)m sorry. - = O = 
-œAndrew confessed the whole thing. - Ali said to Tracey later that night
as she tried to deny everything.   -œThe girl who streaked the football
game.  The naked girl in the cafeteria.  All the other ones you did in high
school.  How he helped you, told you what to say.  How you guys would bet
that you could make those girls do it. - Tracey broke down, crying
apologetically.  Ali really had become a true, dear friend, and she felt
utter remorse.  She sobbed uncontrollably, unable to speak, holding Ali
tightly. = O =  -œYou know I like it now. - Ali said.  -œShe does.  Can
-(TM)t get enough. - Grayson agreed.  -œBut I still feel awful. - Tracey
said.  She was done crying now, but her eyes were raw and puffy.  -œMe,
too. - agreed Andrew, looking truly repentant.  -œI -(TM)m glad you feel
bad.  But only a little. - Ali smiled warmly, and they could tell that,
truly, they were forgiven.   -œI -(TM)m sad that this is all coming to an
end. - She drew upon her new found strength and confidence, taking a deep
breath.   -œI want to keep doing it.  Maybe not in class, but... - Andrew
and Tracey listened with rapt attention as Ali and Grayson laid out their
plan.  They were understandably nervous, but agreed. = O =  -œMy Fair Lady,
the wonderful play about an overly intellectual man who is able to, on a
bet, transform a woman -(TM)s personality to make her over completely from
a commoner into a sophisticated, charming socialite lady, was a smashing
success, due in no small part to the amazing acting and singing of Tracey
Halloran, the star of the show. - The school paper had a rave review
posted online before the theater was half emptied. A large group of
students were back inside only three hours after the show had ended on
opening night.  Stephanie, Monica, Tami, and a couple of Ali -(TM)s
girlfriends from PoliSci were in the front row.  Filling in the rest of the
seats in front of that lower stage areas were Chip, Dan, Sean, AJ, Sam,
Ben, Chris, Jer, Tim, Darren, Kevin the pre law student, and most of the
other guys who had all seen Ali -(TM)s shows.  -œDo you know why they
invited us all here? - Tami asked a girl who she recognized from one of
her computer classes.  -œNot really.  Just something to do with stripping.
- replied the girl. The house lights dimmed, and backlighting appeared. 
As a 60 -(TM)s song began to play over the sound system, her silhouette
danced out of the wings wearing the hippie costume.  The light shone
through the thin, white material showing her figure in graphic relief.  In
less than a minute she danced her way to the lower stage, and once there
she stripped off the dress, revealing her naked body and cleanly shaved
pussy as a spotlight shone brightly on her.  Her friends in the audience
cheered loudly. She continued to dance naked to the raucous screams of the
crowd, and as the first song ended, a second 60 -(TM)s song started, and a
spotlight suddenly illuminated the left side of the stage.  Andrew Hardwick
clumsily and nervously danced across the stage, followed by the light,
until he joined his naked friend Tracey on the lower stage where she
continued to dance.  He could see the blush on her face.  He tried not to
stare, but this was the first time he -(TM)d ever seen his long-time friend
naked.  She looked amazing.  -œTake it off! - Ali screamed, walking, fully
clothed, onto the stage now and seating herself in a chair on the main
stage, set in a place of honor just above her friends.  This elicited
cheers and echoed chants from the other girls in the front row.  A naked
guy!  This was getting good! Andrew sheepishly stripped off his t-shirt,
then after a few uncertain moments, dropped his shorts to the floor,
blushing furiously.  Ali had made both he and Tracey shave, in retaliation
for the way they had orchestrated the project to make her appear nude in
front of over 100 people wearing six different pubic hair styles.  Both
were devoid of hair everywhere on their bodies except their heads.  And Ali
-(TM)s scheme had been successful.  By making Tracey strip first, by
allowing Andrew to watch his longtime friend dance naked, he was completely
erect when he dropped his shorts.  Which was Ali -(TM)s hope all along. 
The cheers from the girls upon seeing his boner swaying provocatively were
nearly deafening. The audience of their friends applauded, screamed,
encouraged and ogled as the second 60 -(TM)s song ended and the first 70
-(TM)s song started.  Through the 70 -(TM)s, 80 -(TM)s, 90 -(TM)s and a
pair of songs from this year and last, the naked pair on stage continue to
dance, displaying their nudity from every possible angle for nearly an hour
as Ali and her friends cheered them on from their seats.  They -(TM)d even
brought popcorn.  Ali had her revenge, and it tasted sweet.



   +++ EPILOGUE +++ Naked practice continued for the remainder of the
school year, and Ali flourished in her newfound popularity.  Occasionally
Tracey joined her roommate, but Ali usually preferred to be the center of
attention. Tracey Halloran spent the summer filming a Hollywood movie.  She
played the leading role of a yellow and brown striped teenage girl from
space who, after breaking up with her boyfriend in a horrible fight, crash
landed on earth and is discovered and nursed back to health by a young high
school boy who falls in love with her.  Her costume for almost the entire
movie was nothing more than six square inches of latex and half a gallon of
body paint.  Tracey became an overnight star, both for her acting and her
body.  Upon her return to school, she moved into an off campus apartment
with her best friend Ali and Ali -(TM)s boyfriend, Grayson.  The parties
were awesome, and rumors abounded that the girls were often naked, although
the paparazzi could never actually catch them.  Much to Tracey -(TM)s
frustration, it took her almost two more years to get Ali into bed.  She
contends to this day that it was more than worth the wait.  Tracey
graduated with a degree in communications and theater.  She has gone on to
star in many Hollywood blockbuster movies as an A list actress, and
continues to surprise critics and thrill audiences with her willingness to
accept roles with nudity. Andrew Hardwick became Governor of California,
thanks in no small part to his campaign staff -(TM)s hard work and his many
endorsements from Hollywood stars, including his long-time friend Tracey
Halloran.  His popularity across the nation was so high that he leapfrogged
his congressional bid and became the youngest President in history at age
36. Grayson Matthews switched majors and joined his future bride, Alison
Cawood, on the campaign trail for Andrew Hardwick, where the pair were
instrumental in his elections.  He proposed to Ali while playing a copy of
the video of her, dancing naked in the classroom all those years ago, on a
60 inch high def TV at campaign headquarters.  She said  -œyes - without
hesitation to the applause of her coworkers and Andrew himself. Alison
Cawood, after gaining public notoriety as a girl who attended several
college courses completely naked, as a published author of a study on
societal change, and as the youngest Campaign Manager to win a Presidential
election, accepted a position as the head of the FCC under President
Hardwick, and has announced plans for sweeping reform of the TV and Movie
ratings system, citing the  -œcurrent generations views on the social
conventions of propriety. - She and her husband Grayson are happily
married and spend as much time as they can with their closest friends. 
They still enjoy their little games, wagers and contests.  Ali continues to
live by her credo,  -œskin to win. -