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 ï>¿Starting School -- in the Nude By Claire

   Last night (Sunday) was my first night in the dorm.  I came up myself
with just a few boxes of things, my laptop and a couple of plants.  It's a
quad, which is four dorms (two girls dorms and two guys dorms) surrounding
a courtyard.  My room is a triple and both my new roommates, Amy and Steph,
were already there unpacking.  Steph was not really unpacking much because
she told us she'd actually be living with her boyfriend day-to-day and just
keeping enough stuff in the dorm so her parents would think she was living
there.  So it would really just be me and Amy with the extra room of a
triple.

   I really like Amy because she's very nice and has a good sense of humor
and we hit it off right away.  Plus one of the first things she said to me
was, "I imagined you showing up naked" because of what I'd said about being
a nudist.  She didn't really expect me to do that, of course, but it was
just an image in her head and it kinda broke the ice on the subject (but
her saying that made the crazy part of my brain feel all tingly and I
wanted to rip my clothes off right then and there).

   But there were still lots of parents and big brothers and grand- persons
running around the hallways carrying stuff.

   And right about then there was a knock on the door and it was our
floor's RA (that's resident advisor, a grad student who mother- hens us
youngsters) and her name is Emily and she had a clipboard with our names on
and she looked up at me and said "ah, you're my nudist, aren't you?  Don't
worry, it'll all be clear in an hour or so."

   And then she was gone again to the next room checking on her little
chicks and pretty soon we were all unpacked and it was dinner time so the
three of us went out and found one of the cafeterias and talked some more.
The subject of my nudism came up again, this time Steph asked if I grew up
as a nudist and went that way around my family.  I was honest about the
fact that no, I was not brought up as a naturist, and that I haven't had
all that much actual experience doing it.  It was a really good
conversation, probably the first time I'd really talked it all out and I
was SO relieved that they were still so cool and accepting about it all.

   So then we go back to the dorm and all the parents are gone and things
have settled down.  It's like 7:30 or something and I decide this is the
moment to get naked.  So I announce that I'm going to take a shower and I
get undressed gather up my shower stuff and my towel.  I fumbled around a
bit at this point because my brain was debating whether to put the towel
around myself or carry it.  Carrying it won and I went out the door naked
with the towel over my shoulder and holding my little plastic bucket of
bath stuff and as I started to close the door I made eye contact with Amy
and she was grinning back at me like "go girl."

   I walked down the hallway and at first there was nobody else but then
two other girls came out of a room and were walking towards me and I tried
to be really casual as we passed and I said hi cheerfully and they said hi
and we introduced ourselves and I remembered their names because I always
remember people's names when I meet them (one of my popularity skills), and
nothing at all was said of me being naked.

   So then I went on to the bathroom, got in the shower and got all clean.
I was feeling pretty excited and very tempted to spend extra time washing
certain body parts but I resisted (mostly) that urge.  And then a few
minutes later there I am walking back down the hallway very naked and all
damp from the shower carrying my wet towel over my arm.  But NObody was in
the hallway this time which was disappointing.

   But the important thing was establishing the "normalness' of me being
naked in the dorm room.  So back in our room I hung up my towel and
blowdried my hair, still naked of course as Steph and Amy went about their
preparations.  Then when I was done with my hair I just sat down at my desk
and started sorting through my class stuff.  I looked up and Steff was
looking over her things too like nothing was unusual and Amy was also but
she glanced over at me with a big smile that made me feel SO good about the
situation.  Here I was, accepted by my new roommates as a nudist!  This was
just what I hoped for and I thought of how every day I'd just be nude in
the dorm room, hanging around, etc.

   But then I heard some conversation in the hallway and -- feeling so
confident now -- I said "I hafta go pee" and went out the door.  This time
I was naked and without even the towel but just walking down the hallway
towards the bathroom again and eager to meet people this way. 
Unfortunately the voices I'd heard were from a bunch of girls walking away
from me and now far down the hall with their backs to me, not seeing me at
all.  I walked fast hoping they'd turn around and want to chat me up, but
they disappeared down a stairwell.

   I was standing right next to the bathroom door again so I went ahead
inside and peed a teeny bit because, well, I was there and that's what I
said I would do.  Then I stood in front of the mirror a bit all alone and
got myself a little hot hardly even touching myself (though I did a little)
but mostly just by the awareness of what I was finally doing.

   Then, feeling all tingly, I started back down the hallway to my room,
but now suddenly there were a bunch of girls in the hallway coming my way.
Cool.  And I saw Emily the RA knocking on doors calling "floor meeting!"
And Steph and Amy were coming out of our room and heading in my direction.
Everyone was headed in my direction and I was going against the stream and
then Emily was in front of me and I guess I was stammering about whether I
needed to get a robe but she turned me around by the elbow with a smile,
saying "you're fine," and sort of pushing me in with the flow.

   Steph and Amy were at my sides and everyone else was coming out of rooms
and joining us as we filed into a big common room with sectional sofas and
loveseats and heavy tables and chairs The room filled up quickly and there
was noplace for us to sit but on the floor.

   As everyone settled down I was mostly thinking "Holy shit, I'm naked! 
This is great!" And Steph and Amy were grinning at me because they knew how
totally major this was.  And I started looking around at everyone's faces
in the room and most of them were looking right at me.  Many of them were
making eye contact but some were focused a couple feet lower and it
occurred to me that I was sitting in a normal, comfortable way but not
paying any attention to how exposed I was.  I tried to be more modest but
discovered that there really aren't many good positions to sit on the floor
without flashing my wet parts to the whole room (and yes those parts were
getting wet).

   Emily led the meeting telling us about all the dorm rules, visiting
times, laundry facilities and so on.  Male visitors, for example, are
permitted between noon and 7 p.m.  on school nights and til 9 p.m.  on
weekends.  That kind of thing.

   And then we did the bit where you go around the room and all say
something about yourself.  Like I always do I tried to remember everyone's
names and something about them.  That's something I'm good at -- I'm very
social by nature and always get to know everyone around me.

   When it came around to me I was nervous because of being naked and
self-conscious about making sure I was sitting the right way.  I had
decided to totally ignore the fact that I was naked and just gave my name
and hometown and stuff.  But some girl on the other side of the room
yelled, "so are you really a nudist?"

   And I said what I told Amy and Steph -- that I didn't grow up in a
naturist home or anything, and haven't actually been a practicing nudist
before coming here and Emily said "but she wants to get in more practice
with us!" and everybody laughed.  Then it went on to the next person.

   When the meeting was over and we were all filing out of the room some
girl edged her way through the crowd to me and said "I just want to tell
you I think you are SO cool," which made me feel really great.

   And I was able to say, "thank you Katie, I think you're pretty cool too
-- studying criminology and all." She was flattered that I remembered what
she'd said and we stood there in the hallway in a little knot of girls
having a conversation, me naked, and as I looked around at each of them I
tried to call them by name.

   Then we were back in our room and it was 10 p.m.  Steph took off to go
to her boyfriend's and me and Amy sat up talking for a while and I felt so
comfortable just lounging around naked (and not bothering about how my legs
were positioned).

   At about 11:00 we both had a chocolate craving (and I had a wander
around the dorm craving) and so we gathered up our change and dollar bills
and went up to the kitchenette/laundry room on the next floor up that Emily
had told us about during the meeting.  I thought she'd said there were
vending machines there also but there weren't.  But it was pretty nice
anyway.  There was a sign on the fridge explaining that milk, coffee,
margerine and a few other basics were provided and that if you brought your
own cereal and stuff you should label it.

   "I'm pretty sure the are vending machines in the lobby," Amy said,
glancing down at me with a grin.  "You up for that much ...  travel?"

   "You bet I am!," I said and we went down the stairway to the first
floor. I was nervous but also really excited.  I could hear lots of voices
as we pushed our way through the door way.  Amy stopped and kind of held me
back.

   "Claire, there are some guys over there," she whispered.

   Supposedly no guys were to be in the building at that hour, but there
they were sitting around the lobby with some girls.  That was way across
the room, but if they looked up they'd see me.

   "It's okay," I insisted and walked straight to the vending machine area.
Nobody noticed and once we were in the little vending room we couldn't be
seen from the lobby -- though there was a big dark window that took up a
whole wall, which meant I was on display from outside if anyone was
looking.

   We both bought dark chocolate Hershey bars with almonds (we have so much
in common) and then I led us back to the stairs.

   The elevator was right next to the stairway and I hit the button and
then just stood there facing the group in the lounge as I waited for the
elevator just standing there in plain sight feeling a little miffed because
nobody was noticing.

   But then one of the guys looked up and stopped in mid-sentence and then
without taking his eyes off me he said something to the others that I
couldn't hear but now everyone was looking at me and the elevator still
wasn't there.  Amy was more panicked than I was even though she was wearing
clothes and was hissing "let's take the stairs" at me but I was frozen with
a piece of chocolate sticking out of my mouth.  The guy called out
something to me, something friendly but I didn't make it out over the rush
of excitement in my head.

   "Ting." The elevator doors opened and we stepped inside, everyone still
looking.  As the doors closed I waved and then Amy and I looked at each
other and squealed with laughter, hugging each other and jumping up and
down.

   Back in our room we talked a while longer and then climbed in our beds
and put out the lights.  I couldn't sleep, thinking back on all that had
happened and touching myself a little as I listened to Amy's breathing
across the room.  And then I realized she was breathing kind of fast and I
peeked over at her in the moonlight and saw the lump of her hand under the
covers between her legs, moving just a little.



   Sunbathing Nude at School By Claire

   I'm up in the kitchenette having a bowl of cereal before my first class
of the day.  And yes, of course I am naked.  I have about 15 minutes so
I'll write a bit about what has been happening to me.

   After my wonderful first night at the dorm I hated having to put clothes
on in the morning to go to class.  I wore capris and sleeveless tee shirt,
but nothing underneath.  Even back home I often went without panties
because it could be my little secret.  Going without a bra was a little
harder to hide.  Not that I'm all that big but I've got enuf to be bouncy
and besides I have unruly nipples that decide on their own to jut out thru
my shirt whenever they hear words like "Say Cheese!" or "Claire come to the
front of the class to give your presentation."

   But I figured being braless would be no big deal in college -- and boy
that's true.  Not only do plenty of girls go braless but I saw some wearing
halters, tube tops and the lowest of low cuts.  In high school we weren't
allowed to show much midriff and even around town I couldn't show too much
skin because you never know when you're going to bump into your aunt or
your math teacher at the mall.

   But now, hmmm, I realized as I walked to my morning classes checking out
the fashion scene, I could be a lot more daring that before.

   I had three classes in a row and then a break from noon to 3:45 so I
went back to the dorm and ditched my clothes as soon as I got in my room.
Amy wasn't there so I decided to go walk the halls of the dorm naked and
meet people.  Our dorm has four floors and I strolled down the halways,
took the stairs to the next level and strolled some more, cheerfully saying
hi to everyone I came in contact with.  And if they seemed willing to chat
for a minute or two I did, learning names and making friends.

   A few girls seemed standoffish or a bit shocked by my nudity and a few
others avoided looking at me and didn't even say hello, but nobody was
truly hostile.

   On the top floor there's a doorway leading out to a sun deck with built
in picnic tables and there were some girls out there in bathing suits
laying out on towels on the deck.  Some of them had their tops off.  So I
went out and stretched out on the bare wood and closed my eyes, which felt
very nice.

   "They can see you when you're standing up," someone said.  I opened my
eyes.  One of the girls pointed to a boy's dorm across the courtyard, built
the same as ours but standing a bit taller because it's on a hill.  I had
to sit up part way to see over the brick wall that goes around the edge of
the deck.  There were two guys over there tossing a football and a few
others sitting along the railing looking our way.  If they were looking
they'd have seen me walk out there.  I sat up so I could check them out and
they could see my head and shoulders.  I really wanted to stand up and let
them see me, but I didn't because first I wanted to make friends with every
girl out there.  So I just started chatting with the girl who spoke to me
and introduced myself and pretty soon others joined in the conversation.

   "So you came all the way out here naked?" one girl asked.  "You didn't
even bring a towel."

   "I'm pretty comfortable this way."

   Another girl raised herself up on her elbows.  "You're the nudist from
Floor Three aren't you?  My friend, Danni, lives on your floor."

   "Danni from Pennsylvania?  Yeah, I really like her."

   "So if you don't care if those guys see you?" someone else asked," why
don't you stand up?" It was a dare.

   I shrugged like no big deal, but suddenly I felt shy.  It was one thing
to go naked in front of other girls, but guys?  I'd imagined it of course
-- imagined mingling naked at a party with guys all over the place checking
me out.  I had imagined rollerblading nude down a busy downtown street at
lunchtime past construction workers and men in expensive suits.  But that
was all within the safety of that happy little corner of my brain where the
me who lives there doesn't even own any clothing.

   But these were real, actual guys over there and they were already
standing on the picnic tables trying to see my chest as I sat there not
quite facing their direction.

   Pretending not to notice them, I stood up and stretched.  I heard a
couple of hoots and cheers but in the corner of my eye I could see the guys
shushing each other, apparently thinking I didn't realize they could see me
and not wanting to blow the opportunity.  So I kept talking to my new
friends and walked around the deck in a natural way.

   "You are so nuts!" laughed one girl (Marla, from Cleveland who misses
her boyfriend, Nick, because he is studying this semester in Antrctica).

   "Yes, I am," I declared proudly.  "Well, nice meeting you all.  See you
around!" I walked slowly back towards the doorway, but paused and turned
right towards the guys' dorm and waved to them.  I could hear them cheering
and yelling "don't go, baby!" as I went through the door.

   When I got back to the dorm room Amy was there and I was happy to see
her.  I told her about the sun deck and she thought it was great.  But she
was in a hurry to get to her next class and was soon out the door.  I had
another hour and wanted to go do some more exploring, but I also had
another urge.  I lay down on my bed and thought about everything I'd done
in the past day, how wonderful it all had been and I pictured myself at
some future party dancing naked as those guys from the dorm watched me. 
And I had a fantastic orgasm that left me sweaty and I lay there a while
and sort of dozed as the breeze came in the window across my damp skin.

   After a while it was time for me to get moving again.  I went down the
hall to take a quick rinse-off shower, holding my hair up to keep it dry. I
had forgotten to bring my towel so I walked back down the hall dripping,
passing Jenna, Krista and Hannah and exchanged a few words with them as
they teased me about my dripping body.

   In my room I ransacked my drawers looking for skimpy things.  I put on a
halter that I had in the past nearly always worn over a tee shirt.  By
itself it doesn't cover much.  And with this I chose one of my lightweight
cotton skirts with elastic waistbands.  I'd always worn them with panties
before and I'd always wore them about halfway between my belly button and
my pubic hair.  This time I tugged it as low as I could, especially in
back, checking myself out in the mirror until I had a little butt cleavage
going.



   Nude Frisbee

   Every morning before I shower I go up to the 4th floor kitchenette and
have a little breakfast, usually cereal with fruit on it.  I buy
blueberries at the grocery and label it "help yourself!" in the fridge
instead of putting my name on it.

   Sometimes I sit there in the kitchenette to eat if someone is there to
talk to.  But not a lot of people bother with breakfast and so sometimes I
go out on the sun deck and sit at one of the picnic tables by myself.  The
guys in the dorm across the way have become aware of my habits and I often
have a few spectators as I eat my breakfast nude in the cool morning air.
They call out silly things and if they're nice and not crude I wave back at
them.

   Pretty soon, though, the weather will start to change.  Already we had
one morning that was pretty cold, though the forecast said it would be 85
by mid-day.  I was surprised by how cold it was when I went out on the deck
with my breakfast, but I didn't go back inside.  It was an interesting
experience, feeling the cold on my skin but accepting it and even enjoying
it.  It was fun for a while, but by the time I was done eating I was
shivering.

   I took a nice, hot shower to warm up but then I had to decide how to
dress.  I knew it would be hot by mid-day so I wore a skimpy top and one of
my favorite skirts.  My wardrobe has expanded a bit in recent days due to
contributions from friends and a little boutique I found that was unloading
its summer stock.  I now have a couple tee shirts that are just barely long
enuf to wear by themselves (if no bending over is required).  I have not
yet worn them to class but did go that way to the library once and when I
sat down at a table it was just me and the chair!

   I also now have a marvelous bathing suit in which the bottom is a two
parter -- separate panty and tie-on skirt for when the lady is out of the
pool and feeling modest.  I've worn them together and I've taken off the
skirt, but what I haven't done quite yet (except to model for my advisers)
is to wear the little skirt alone without the panty.  It is tantalizingly
precarious, just a little flap in front and a little flap in back.  I'm
afraid it's just a bit too non-existant for public use but I'm still toying
with the idea.

   But enuf about clothing.  Let's talk about wearing NO clothing at all
and going outside that way.  Becuz after all, that's the name of this
group, right?

   Well, I've been flirting with this for some time as you might suppose. I
go out on the deck of course, but that's pretty safe, being an island in
the sky.  I've also been going down to the first floor a lot, which is
rather public.  There are no dorm room on that floor, just various common
rooms like the vending area, lobby,a music room with a piano, and an
exercise room.

   This afternoon (Sunday) I was "making my rounds" in the dorm, just
strolling the halls naked as I like to do, seeing who was around to chat
with and so on.  And I went down to the first floor to check things out and
dropped in at the exercise room where I found my friend Kell pounding away
at the weight machine.  She is shorter than me but was a high school
basketball star and is now going to play in her first year of college
basketball.  She compensates for being short by being tremendously strong
so that she can jump higher.

   Kell (she drops the y because she's gay and thinks her given name is too
girly) actually doesn't live in this dorm, but in the next one over.  She
just likes our weight room better.  She was also in my Economics class but
she dropped it because she found out there'd be a conflict when team
practices started up mid-semester.  She had the textbook and I (trying to
be cheap) had been trying to use the copy on reserve at the library.  So
she said I could have hers if I give it back.

   Anyway, I did a few routines on the weight machine, not really seriously
working out, but just something to do while talking, and she coached me on
my posture as she continued her more strenuous workout.  Kell uses free
weights and she asked me to 'spot' her while she did her bench press.  This
was not something I'd ever done before and I was worried that I wouldn't be
able to help enough if she needed it.  But she said she'd only need a tiny
bit of help for balance if she needed it at all.

   So she got in position on the bench and I stood there behind her and
only at that exact moment did the two of us both realize what kind of view
this was giving her, especially now that I'm shaving my pubic hair.  She
grinned up at me and said "I'm gonna have some trouble concentrating here,"
and we both burst out laughing.

   It took a few tries but she got thru her bench press routine without
laughing and then she was all done with her workout and as she wiped her
face with her towel she said, "you want to come over and get that Econ
book?"

   And I said sure, but as I said that something occurred to me, and I
think she was a little ahead of me on this.  The exercise room is at the
very, very end of the first floor hallway, right next to the exit that is
closest to her dorm.  I could go waaaaay up to my room on the third floor
to put something on, or I could do what we both knew I have been itching to
do.

   So she says again, you want to come over and get that book?  And she
steps towards the door.

   And I say okay and she pushes open the metal and glass door and I follow
her out into the beautiful sunshine, feeling the the sun on my skin and the
heat of the concrete sidewalk beneath my bare feet.

   The distance between the dorms isn't far, like walking across the
street. But just like a public street it is always populated and people
were all around -- walking, riding bikes, rollerblading, etc., and there I
was strolling totally naked and chatting nonchalantly with my friend Kell.
It was SO wonderful and SO normal!  For a little while no one even seemed
notice.  About a third of the way across some guy whistled and yelled
something crude in which my most personal of body parts was declared to be
"nice." There were a couple more yells and whistles, all positive, but now
EVERYone seemed to be looking at me and I was feeling nervous and thrilled
at the same time.

   And this lasted maybe 20 seconds or however long it takes to walk across
the street.  Once we were inside I relaxed a bit, but not all that much
because this was not my dorm and there were still lots of girls there I did
not know.  But nobody seemed to mind and the fact that I was with Kell
seemed to help because everyone knew her.  We went up the stairs to the
second floor where she lives and it's mostly jocks that are on that floor.

   And Kell took me around knocking on doors introducing me to some of her
teammates, which was fun.  I don't want to generalize, but I'm pretty sure
she picked mostly her gay teammates.

   And then we were in her room and we just hung out a bit listening to
music and talking.  Now if you're expecting a steamy lesbian sex scene
right about now, I'm sorry to disappoint you becuz nothing like that
happened.  We just listened to music and talked, though I hafta admit the
whole situation felt pretty sexy!

   After a while I decided I should get going so I took her Econ book and
the spiral bound workbook that it came with and headed back to my dorm.

   And then I was at the side doorway.  I took a breath and pushed the door
open and was outside again.  The sky had clouded over and I felt sprinkles
of rain on my skin as I carried my economics book and workbook in one arm
and casually walked again across the grassy commons towards my dorm.  I
glanced around and saw people noticing me and heard a few shouts, but it
was cool.  Just the Naked Girl coming home from a visit.

   I was about halfway across when a frisbee landed at my feet.

   "Little help, please?" a guy's voice called.  I looked over and saw a
shirtless guy grinning back at me.  I picked it up and threw it back to him
and walked on but then again it landed in the wet grass just in front of
me.

   I turned and looked at him again, my weight on one foot and my free hand
on my hip.  "You either did that on purpose or you're a really bad shot," I
said.  (It didn't sound as cool as I wanted it to, but it was good enuf).
As I was talking, the sprinkles turned to a light rain.

   "C'mon out and play," the guy said.

   "I can't," I said reflexively.  I picked up the frisbee and threw it
back again and he caught it easily.  "I hafta go," I said.  "My books are
getting wet."

   "Go put 'em away and come back out?"

   "I can't," I said.  "Bye."

   And then I was back inside my dorm feeling really conflicted.  I went up
to my room and dried off Kell's book with my towel.  I couldn't see from my
window so I went up to the fourth floor and out onto the sun deck.  It was
raining pretty hard now and I was quickly wet.  I went to the railing and
looked down at the commons.  The shirtless guy and his two buddies were
still throwing that frisbee despite the rain.  I wanted to be down there
with them, but instead I just watched and let the rain fall on me.



   Really Nude in Public

   After my breakthru last weekend in which I walked naked outdoors across
the grassy commons from my dorm to the other girls' dorm in our quad, I
knew I wanted to do that again.  And I got a perfect excuse to do so when
it turned out that Kell couldn't drop that econ class after all becuz she'd
missed the deadline.

   She's kinda stuck because when basketball practice starts she'll have a
schedule conflict (which is why she tried to drop the class).  BUT the prof
has said several times that 98 percent of what we'll be tested on comes
right out of the book.  Since we're sharing the book we agreed to study
together and I graciously agreed to come to her dorm two evenings a week so
we can do all the assignments together.

   So twice now (not counting the time I already wrote about) I have made
that walk -- totally naked -- from my dorm to hers.  Like I said, it's
really not that far, like walking across a street, but there's always
people around so it's definitely public.  Nobody seems to mind and the only
shouts I've heard have been positive (if sometimes a bit crude).  I was
more bothered by the cameras.

   I've also been dealing with the camera issue in the dorm becuz I've been
hanging around in the first floor common area and guys have whipped out
their cameras without asking first.  I ask them not to do it or to at least
agree to keep it to themselves.  At least these guys are my friends and I
can explain things to them.  It's not so much that I mind them taking my
photo; I just don't want it to end up on somebody's MySpace page or
something.

   Anyway, so I walk across the way between the dorms carrying our shared
economics book and our shared workbook and I go thru the halls of Kell's
dorm saying hi to whoever is around and they are getting to know me.  Up on
the second floor where all the jocks seem to live I get whistles and hoots
as I pass.  They act worse than guys sometimes!

   The first time we studied together it was just in Kell's room, but the
second time we were in their kitchenette sitting at one of the tables and
about eight other girls from the floor were in there too, some studying
like us and others making food or just hanging out.  They were all athlete
types like Kell and most of them seemed to be lesbian.  Which is fine.  In
fact, I really enjoyed being the object of their teasing comments and looks
even tho I am not gay myself.  I guess I have a sufficient bisexual streak
to want to flirt with them, but that's probably all.

   ANYway.  I've ALSO started experimenting a bit with public toplessness.
People keep telling me that a girl can get away with being topless on
campus wherever a guy can go topless, but NObody seems to actually do this.


   Now you might think that if I walked naked across the commons that going
topless would be no big deal.  But the commons, though definitely public,
is just the enclosed area behind the four dorms.

   In front of the dorms it's a different story.  There's a main public
"street" (mostly pedestrians, but cars can go on it at certain times) and
across from that there are lecture halls.  So that's public in a much
bigger way than the quad commons.  Lots more people and more chance of
being seen by non-students.  But I just felt compelled to do it.

   So what I did Friday was take off my top when I was almost in front of
the dorm walking back from class -- but still on the main walkway.  When I
was practically, but not quite to the stone steps going up to the main
entrance, I untied my top and stuffed it quickly into my bag and just
walked on topless among the crowd of passersby.  I was only out on the main
roadway a brief time.  There are about 20 stone steps that lead up to a
wide landing and there are always girls and guys hanging out and sitting on
the wall.  It's the main entrance leading to my dorm and to one of the
guys' dorms so there were a LOT of guys to walk past.

   And yet amazingly, this went really well -- though again some camera
phones came out.  But instead of being off in the distance as they were
when I walked through the commons, they were right there because we're all
on the stone steps which are maybe 20 feet wide.

   A lot of the guys I know now because I've met them here or there around
the dorms, and some have already seen me completely nude either in the
commons or in my dorm, so it wasn't a total surprise.  And I feel a lot
more comfortable when I've met a guy and know his name and he knows me. 
Then I'm not an object, I'm a friend.

   And some of them greeted me by name, with "Hey Claire, lookin' good
today" or "nice outfit, Claire" or things like that.  And I felt wonderful!


   So anyway, that was more progress.  I've really gotten addicted to this
and I have no idea where it will lead.  I'm sure I'll reach the limit of
what I can do publicly pretty soon, but privately among friends I am
totally free.  I have made a zillion friends already and they support me
and understand me (sort of) and they know that this isn't sexual (even if
it IS a bit sexy -- there's a difference).  So I know I will get to do this
as long as I want even if the university cracks down on my public
adventures.

   And speaking of adventures, I'm writing this on Sunday night and
normally we'd have early classes tomorrow but it's a holiday so it's like
another weekend night.  Amy and I are going over to Steph and Tony's
apartment in a little while and I know there will be some other people
there, some that I know and some that I don't know.  Steph told me I can
either stay dressed or take off my clothes when I get there, whatever I
decide.  That would be cool --and another first for me, going nude
somewhere else but the dorms, but I'm not sure I'll actually do it.  We'll
see . . .



   My Nude Night Out

   It's Tuesday evening and Amy and I are both getting ready for bed.  We
have become the best of friends in a really short time.  She is my anchor
when I'm wanting to do daring new things and she says I have made her more
confident about her own body.  Lately she has started sleeping nude and is
more likely to hang out nude in the room when it is just me and her, as she
is now (shhhhh!) Anyway,Amy and me and three other girls from this floor
who know Steph pretty well walked together about five blocks off campus to
Steph and Tony's apartment.

   Their apartment is in a big old house that was divided into four
apartments to rent to students and you climb up an open stairway from the
side of the house.  There were five other people there besides Steph and
Tony, a couple and another guy.  They were all a couple years older than
us.

   Steph introduced us all and by their reaction I could tell they knew
about me.  The girl complimented me on my "dress" and I told her it was a
vintage silk scarf and she felt it and then the guys felt it (just the hem,
of course, not against my body).  And Steph said it covered more of me than
usual, and suddenly we were talking about me being a nudist and everyone
acted fascinated and Steph repeated in front of them that I should feel
free to be nude or not, whatever I wanted.  And I could tell that everyone
was expecting me to strip right there, but I wasn't comfortable doing that
yet and just said thanks I might do that, and the conversation awkwardly
moved on and Steph handed me a glass of wine.

   Back in high school, if you were at a party where there was alcohol the
point of the party was getting drunk, which I was never into.  But here in
college, with slightly older students, it was different.  We were adults
having a serious conversation about world affairs and art and only sipping
at our drinks secondarily because we were all so grown up and sophisticated
now.  At least, that is how I was feeling after my first glass.  I am not a
crazy drunk girl, but it also doesn't take much for me to feel it and after
that one glass of wine I was feeling really comfortable and I went into the
bathroom and took the scarf off but I was still not quite feeling ready for
this so I folded it in half and rewrapped it around my waist went back to
the party topless.  Everyone was totally cool and positive and remarks were
made about how versatile a garment this was.  But Steph said I really
didn't need the scarf at all and everyone agreed with various sincere and
encouraging comments and so I took it off and folded it carefully into a
little and put it on a table by the door, and then I had a wineglass in my
hand again and we were all standing around chatting and I was nude except
for my red necklace and shoes.  Altho I'd already been nude at a few little
parties in the dorm, and there were guys there too, this felt different,
exciting.  Maybe it was being off-campus or with these older students or
maybe it was the fact that I was wearing dressy heels and jewelry while
otherwise naked.  But I was really feeling . . .  um, well, erotic.  Not
that anything sexual was going on, nor did I WANT anything s exual to
happen.  But I FELT really, really, REALLY sexy.

   Then the doorbell rang and I started to reach for my scarf but Steph put
her arm around my waist and whispered in my ear that it was fine.  Tony
opened the door and suddenly there were two more couples in the room and I
was being introduced.  And these people had clearly NOT heard about me in
advance like the others had, and they acted surprised and delighted to find
a naked girl at the party.  And I LOVED that moment of meeting them and
hearing Steph explain very seriously that I was her nudist roommate from
the dorm.  And they were like, oh, well, that's so interesting.  And I was
like, ho-hum, yes I suppose, and yet inside I was bursting with . . . 
feelings.  And there was a wineglass in my hand again and I swear I don't
know how it got there.

   Yes, I got a little drunk.  Not barf-in-the- toilet drunk or anything,
but just very happily buzzed about the whole situation.  The music had been
a boring smooth jazz radio station much of the evening (Tony's preference)
but Steph took over and put on some dance music.  Normally I would have
felt self-conscious dancing naked with guys around, but I was feeling so
totally perfect that it didn't matter.  Everything seemed just so right and
I kicked off those heels and danced!

   Most of the girls and a couple of the guys danced too (in that awkward,
self-conscious way that guys dance -- is that in the Y chromosome somewhere
or what?) and we probably did that for an hour or more, at least I did. 
The others= danced a little, stopped to talk and then danced some more, but
I couldn't stop if I wanted to.  Dancing is one of my favorite things, and
the best kind of exercise for me because with the right music I often lose
track of time and my surroundings.

   I knew the guys were all watching me but I honestly wasn't trying to get
them to look at me.  I was just having a good time.  Besides, one of the
other girls (Staci from my floor) also had her top off and Amy had taken
off the shirt she wore over her tube top and she kept having to pull it
back up, so it wasn't just me.

   I don't know how much time went by but eventually we stopped because Amy
had to pee.  I went into the kitchen for some water and almost had to
squint my eyes because the light was so much brighter there than in the
other room.  While I was standing there at the sink gulping down a glass of
water two of the guys (Andy and Zach) came over to chat me up and it was
only then that I realized how sweaty I was.  My hair was damp and I could
feel the trickles of sweat running down my body.

   It was 2 a.m.  when we decided to leave and Steph offered to drive us so
we wouldn't have to walk.  My silk scarf was right where I left it but I
didn't want to put it on, partly becuz I was still feeling sweaty and
didn't want to stain it and partly because I just didn't want to.  I gave
it to Amy to put in her purse and we went out he door and down the open
stairway of their apartment.  It was a REALLY cool night and the sweat
dried almost instantly on my body and I was chilled but eager to continue.

   Steph's car was out on the street and down just a little ways.  No one
else was around, but I knew that could change at any moment if a car came
around the corner and there I'd be, a naked girl in the night carrying her
shoes.

   There were six of us, plus Steph the driver and we crammed into her car.
The back seat was full by the time I climbed in so I just sort of hurled
myself onto their laps.

   These were all girls from my dorm and we were all silly drunk.  It was
dark but when we'd go under streetlights I could see their faces and I knew
someone could see me if they were in a truck or crossing the street while
we were at a traffic light.  My head was in Amy's lap and she stroked my
hair as I looked happily up at her.  Staci was at the other end holding my
legs and I noticed she was sort of caressing me a bit, not anywhere major
but just gliding her hands over my legs (she was the drunkest of all of us
that night).

   The closest you can get to my dorm in a car (except emergency and
security vehicles) is to the parking lot next to Kell's dorm next-door.  So
our intention was to cut through that dorm on the way to ours.  But when we
scrambled, giggling, out of the car and made our way to the door of the
dorm it was locked.

   So we had to walk around that dorm to get to the entrance to our own
dorm, and altho it was 3 in the morning there were some people hanging out
and we walked past them and said hi and on to our own dorm and that door
was locked too but one of the girls had her key card and we were able to
get inside.

   Naked Around the Guys Well, it's been a week and I've got a pretty good
routine and haven't had any real problems.  I've made friends with nearly
everyone and have been going nude in the dorm virtually all of the time
except when I'm dressed to go out or have just come back -- and even then I
sometimes get undressed before I make it all the way to my room.

   One thing I've known from the beginning is that sooner or later I'd have
to deal with whether to be naked around guys.  Technically, they're allowed
to be upstairs between noon and 7 p.m.  and down in the lobby until 11. 
But the only part of that anyone tries to enforce is guys actually sleeping
over or guys being inside the dorm unescorted by a resident female.  Other
than that no one cares.  Emily said it was kinda like me going naked. 
Technically I'm not supposed to, but no one will bother telling me not to
unless someone complains about me (like those Christian girls potentially).
So I'm certainly not going to be the bitch who complained about boyfriends
being in the dorm after hours.

   A guy saw me naked on my very first night in the dorm but it was just a
brief across-the-room thing.  Since then I've bumped into a few in the
hallways and downstairs.  They've always been with a girl I know and so far
the encounters have been brief, like standing there for two minutes being
introduced and saying hi and nice meeting you.  But STILL.  Try doing that
naked.  It feels like a lot longer than two minutes lemme tell ya.

   BUT ...  I did it and it was fine.  And actually it was fun -- though at
least one of my girlfriends was a bit annoyed.  I talked to her later,
afraid she was mad at me, but she said she was only mad at him for the way
he totally ignored her while being flirty with me (which is SO not cool).
But I was relieved that she wasn't blaming me too, which she wasn't.

   My "going out wardrobe" still needs some work.  I've modified some tee
shirts, but my only preferred bottoms right now are my three little skirts
and the multicolored undies Amy contributed.  I did a little running the
other day while wearing the yellow panties and ribbed sleeveless white tee
shirt that I'd cut short.

   I ran a couple miles and it was humid so I got pretty sweaty and as I
approached the student center plaza I stopped running and just walked thru
the plaza catching my breath.  It was crowded with lots of people sitting
around on benches and on the plaza steps in the sun.  There was plenty of
skin on display besides mine (In fact, I've been told that supposedly in
this plaza girls sometimes go topless but I haven't seen it yet.  I'll do
it myself once I'm sure it's okay.)

   But as I was waking through this crowd I could tell lots of guys were
checking me out.  One thing about these cotton panties that make them
different from bathing suit bottoms is that when the fabric gets wet it
really clings to your skin so I figured I probably had a major wedgie on
display, which was fine with me.

   I always cut through the student center on my way to the dorms and when
you go in that main door you feel the air conditioning hit you and you see
yourself in a big mirror along one wall.  Being sufficiently vain to do so
I watch myself approach the mirror and check myself out as others just did
outside.  And it's only then that I realized that it wasn't just my butt I
was showing off but my front as well.  Not only had the yellow fabric
become pretty transparent when wet, but I had a very noticeable "frontal
wedgie" as well (if ya know what I mean!)

   I resisted the temptation to adjust myself and walked on through the
crowded hallway to the rear door and on from there to my dorm.

   I ran a little more from there and was pretty sweaty again when I got
inside the dorm.  I went straight to one of the bathrooms, stripped off and
got in the shower to rinse off.  There's liquid bodywash in all the showers
so I only need my own products once a day and just use what's there for my
extra showers.

   I rinsed out my sweaty things and carried them and my running shoes back
to my room, dripping wet as I walked because I had no towel.

   As I came back to my room I heard voices and as when I opened the door I
saw not just Amy, but also Steph, who had come by to visit . . .  with her
boyfriend, Tony.

   Although Steph has not been sleeping here I've seen her almost every day
this week and I met Tony a couple times outside the dorm.  So he'd seen me
in skimpy clothes and knew I was a nudist and I'd told Steph it would be
okay to bring him over whenever she wanted.  So I knew this was going to
happen, I just didn't know when.  Even so I was surprised and a little
flustered to have him suddenly there in the room.

   But I kept my cool and just said "Hey Tony.  Nice to see you."

   "It's a lot nicer to see you," he said with a grin, checking me out with
a glance up and down.  "That's a good look for you."

   "My favorite outfit," I said (a line I use a lot), glancing at Steph's
face to make sure she was okay with this degree of flirting, but Tony was
already checking in with her, unlike that other guy who ticked off his
girlfriend.

   "I see you're going for the smoothie look," Steph exclaimed.  "When did
you do that?"

   "Um, a few days ago."

   "Very sexy, don't you think, Tony?"

   Okay, that was a little more attention than I wanted.  Fortunately I had
to dry my hair so I did that in front of the mirror while the three of them
sat back down and talked.  I stopped the drier a couple times to join in
the conversation and then when I was all done I plopped down on my desk
chair and we sat around talking for an hour or so.  The subject of my
nudity came up a couple of times, but just as part of the conversation of
what we'd all been doing that week.  Steph quizzed me about it more than
Tony did, but I think he liked hearing about it.

   When they were getting ready to leave, I walked them down the stairwell
to the side doorway and even stepped a few feet outside on the sunny
concrete landing and I hugged them both goodbye and stood there in the sun
watching them go down the steps.  A guy on a bike rode by and slowed down
to look at me.  I waved at him and turned back into the building, feeling
great but wishing I could have just walked out into the sun naked.

   Interrupted Prayers Well it's Friday night and we were going to go out
check out the dance places off campus, but we never quite made it.  There
was a sort of party down on the second floor and we spent most of the
evening there, which was pretty fun for me because I could be naked which I
could not be elsewhere.  We had a little wine (shhhh!) and when we came
back to our room so I could get dressed for us to go out, Amy, that wussie,
fell asleep!  But that's okay.  I'm not really that much for partying,
though I do like to dance.  It is how I get my best exercise.  (And
speaking of exercise, there is a great work-out room on the first floor
that I haven't tried yet but hope to this weekend.) My only regret about
not making it off-campus tonight was I was feeling pretty excited about
going out to a dance place dressed the way I've been this past week.

   Ever since Monday afternoon I've been basically trying to be as close to
nude as I can reasonably be while outside the dorm.  In my Quest for Skimpy
Clothing I sorted out my stuff and set aside all the stuff I DON'T want to
wear.  I'm tempted to take it all to the Goodwill but I suppose I'll need
it when I go home at breaks or when it gets cold.  But for now I just want
those little bits.  I've seen girls around campus wearing practically
nothing and if they can do it so can I!

   Amy contributed to the cause by going through her stuff and offering up
a tube top and halter for me to borrow when I want.  She doesn't have the
same urge I have to be as naked as possible, but she does feel to some
degree the same feeling of liberation being off on our own in a more
liberal place where you can get away with much more than in your hometown.

   In going thru her stuff I saw some skimpy bottoms I fell in love with
but she said, "Claire, these are panties."

   I looked at them and could see she was right, but they were the kind
where it's not that obvious.  No frills or anything and they weren't
see-thru.  Just thin cotton panties in bold colors like red and green and
blue, but faded out from many washings.  They were basically the same as
bathing suit bottoms so she gave me a couple.  And twice I have gone around
campus wearing those panties as my only bottoms.  You can't tell (for
certain) that they're underwear.  I mean, they're no different from bathing
suit bottoms, except that the fabric is pretty thin.

   But my favorite bottoms are still my little cotton skirts with the
elastic waistbands because I can pull them as low on my waist as I dare. 
I'd already worn them so low they were at the very top of my pubic hair and
I decided the other day I could go lower with a little shaving.

   I've never had to shave my pubes because they're just a little scraggly
clump with no shape and don't peek out from standard bikini bottoms (though
I've never owned the most skimpy of suits).

   So the3 other day in the shower I started trimming downwards, not really
sure how much I'd leave.  I did about half and got out and checked myself
out in the mirror.  It looked really stupid, like a sideways 'landing
strip'.

   Amy laughed when she saw it.  "Um, it looks like a mustache," she said
trying not to laugh.

   Soooo, I went back to the bathroom and whacked the rest of it off in
front of the mirror.  While I was doing this Emily the RA came into the
bathroom and when she saw what I was doing she sort of cheered me on and as
I toweled off the shaving cream I was kind of shocked by the difference it
made, like I was nude for the very first time and Emily sort of made a fuss
over me saying how nice I looked and I felt my face get hot and whenI
looked in the mirror I was blushing all over my face and down my neck and
halfway across my chest.  But I was mainly fixated on looking at my shaven
area because it was so BALD now even though there had only been that little
bit of hair before.  But what made all the difference was having someone
around me laughing and telling me how good I looked.  Maybe I'm just
superficial, but a little attention like that goes a long way with me and I
was on a cloud.

   Unfortunately, about a half-hour afterwards I had the opposite
experience.  I was all happy and wandering around the dorm wanting people
to notice my new look and I waltzed into one of the common rooms where some
girls were gathered at a table.  These were some of the girls I hadn't
gotten to know yet because they tended not to respond much when I greeted
them in the hallways.

   This time I stupidly marched right up to them all cheery and chatty and
asked what they were up to.

   "We WERE praying," one of them said coldly.

   "We'd invite you to join us, but you're not exactly dressed
appropriately for God," another said (or something like that, I forget
exactly, but that was the gist and her tone was very snotty).

   So I stammered an apology and fled from the room.  It was the first time
I felt dirty and wrong for doing this and in part of my mind I had already
decided to totally stop doing this and dress like a normal, sensible "good
girl" again.

   But as I got back to my floor I ran right into Emily again -- literally
I ran into her, almost knocking us both down but she caught me and for just
a second or two she was holding me in her arms as I got my balance again.
(And yes, if you haven't guessed I do have a bit of a crush on her, but not
in a sexual way; she's just very cool and I admire her and enjoy it when
she pays attention to me).

   ANYway, I'm glad I saw her right then because she talked me off the
ledge and reminded me that everybody's different and contrary to my natural
instincts I don't HAVE to be friends with EVERYone.  True, that's one of my
personality flaws.  It's like I need to win everyone's approval or
something.

   So I was okay after that and pretty soon I was outside feeling the wind
blowing under my little skirt, which I had pulled down so low it was
showing all the skin that used to have hair on it and for about the 50th
time some guy fell in step beside me and started chatting me up.  But I
don't mind that if they're nice and not jerks.  I let him walk with me and
enjoyed talking to him (I enjoy talking to nearly anyone), but I didn't
answer when he suggested we meet again or IM.  I just smiled and told him
I'd see him around and I felt him watching my partially exposed butt crack
as I went into my next class.



   Thinking About Going a Little Further

   I think I wrote last time about walking naked across the grassy commons
between the two girls dorms in the quad to go study with my friend Kell. 
Well now I make that trip two or three times a day, not just to see her but
to visit with other friends and really just to do it.

   And lately in the mornings when I get up, instead of going up to the
kitchenette of my own dorm for breakfast, I walk naked across the commons
to the other dorm and get something from their vending room on the first
floor.  We have great vending service in both dorms.  You can get fresh
fruit, yogurt, cereal and milk and all that, and there's plenty of tables
and chairs, and even a little outside eating area with an awning.  I really
like that becuz it feels almost as if I'm going out to a restaurant naked.
In the mornings I do this alone because Amy won't get her butt out of bed
until the last minute and skips breakfast.  And because this is at about 7
a.m.  it is often pretty chilly which for some reason I like.

   Altho there aren't many people around at that hour, later in the day
when it is warm I will find other excuses to make the trip.  Everyone in
the quad knows me and I know nearly everyone by name and I stop to chat for
a brief moment or two with several different people as I make my way across
the quad.  Some of the guys are still obnoxious and there are still a few
girls here and there who turn up their noses at me, but it's mostly been
just fine.  But I don't stay out more than a few minutes at a time and am
always headed towards one dorm or the other and soon inside.  I still
expect someone in one of those windows to call security on me, plus if I am
out there too long there will eventually be a crowd of guys around me.

   As for outside the dorm area I've taken my top off now and then.  I am
boldest when I'm with a crowd of friends and we're not near a busy street
or large numbers of people.  Amy, Steph and Kell are my closest friends but
there are several other girls (and guys) that I hang around with and when
they're walking with me someplace I sometimes can be talked into whipping
off my top for part of the journey.

   I've acquired a few more of those silk scarves I wrote about before. 
They are very handy because I can just slip them off and fold them up in my
purse or my bookbag as I come back to the dorm.  In addition to the
scarves, I also have a couple skirt-like bottoms that a friend of mine made
with her little $25 mini sewing machine that she got from Target.  We were
inspired by that little two-flap skirt that detaches from the bikini
bottoms.  Although I've worn that a few times I can't really wear them to
class or in real crowds of people because they truly don't cover enuf.  So
my friend found some vintage ladies handkerchiefs and put a loop hem in
them and held them together with an elastic cord.  So like the bikini skirt
they just have a flap in front and flap in back, but the flaps are big enuf
(though barely) that they almost make a skirt except just a sliver of skin
that shows on each hip.  But then when I want to I can bunch the cloth
together like you do when opening a curtain and then much more of my hips
are exposed.  So that has come in really handy because I can walk past a
prof into a classroom looking reasonably well covered and then let more
show when I'm seated.  And I like to lift the back flap as I sit so that my
bare butt is on the seat.  (Some people probably find that gross, but I
like how it feels.)

   Interestingly, I have felt more secure and safe totally naked in the
quad commons than wearing my skimpy outfits elsewhere on campus because I
sometimes feel a bit creeped out by stalker-boys who aren't brave enuf to
come near but hover nearby.  I don't think they're dangerous but you never
know and I'm careful about where I go by myself.

   Fortunately, I'm not really alone that much.  Just in the few weeks I've
been here I've made a lot of friends -- and not just horny guys who want to
hang around with me but real friends, mostly girls but some guys.

   I haven't really dated anyone yet, though I do get offers!  I like some
of these guys but just as friends.  There are three guys in particular that
I spend a lot of time with.  They are just guys from the dorms in the quad
and they hang out with me and Amy and some of the other girls from my dorm.
One of the few things the RAs are strict about is guys only being in our
dorms when visiting a specific person so these guys are here as our guests.
I go naked around them in the dorm common rooms (ours, never theirs!) where
we watch TV, play ping-pong, etc.  I know they get off on being around me
and I enjoy their occasional horny comments but for the most part me being
naked just isn't the central focus of conversation anymore.  I forget I am
nude for long stretches of time and only remember when I look up and notice
all the guys are staring at my crotch and I realize I'm sprawled in some
natural position but accidentally displaying myself, and when that happens
I quickly change positions and we all laugh about it and I feel embarrassed
(in a good way).  There have even been times when we decide to go someplace
and I start walking for the door and don't remember until we're almost
outside that I need to put something on.

   When I am in Kell's dorm I sometimes hang around near the main front
entrance look out, wanting to just walk out there.  There's a parking lot
on one side and down the way there's the back of the Art building and in
front there's a street (not a busy one) across which there's a little
coffee place with a few booths inside and a to-go window where people walk
up and order like at Dairy Queen.  I fantasize about walking out that door,
crossing the street naked and going up to the take-out window to buy a cup
of coffee.  I don't even like coffee, but I'd like to try that one of these
days.



   Nude Off Campus

   > It is Friday evening (finally!) and in a few minutes Amy and I are
going across the courtyard to Kell's dorm where there is a party.  And yes,
I will be going nude although it is a bit chilly tonight.  > The party will
be nearly all girls, but a lot of them are lesbians so that can be pretty
exciting too -- the flirting, I mean.  I don't > actually do anything
physical with them but I enjoy how they act around me.

   > Anyway, I haven't written in a while, not really because of the
"boycott" but just because I've been busy, etc.  But here are a couple
quick things.

   > As you know, I often go nude in the two girls dorms and in the open
courtyard in between the four dorms in the quad (which includes two boys
dorms).  The most I do elsewhereis dress skimpily(and I don't do all that
much of that anymore) or I've occasionally gone topless for a little while.


   About a week ago on a sunny but chilly day I had gone across to visit
Kell to study economics together.  The exit of my dorm that I'm in the
habit of using was blocked off for repairs to broken glass and I had to
take another door.  No big deal, but then on the way back from I walked out
of habit to the door that was locked and only thought of it when I got
there.  I could have walked back along the courtyard to the other door, but
I decided on a whim to walk around to the FRONT of the dorm.  Even tho I'm
so comfortable back in the courtyard, the front of the dorm is way
different because it is a busy area.  There are lecture halls across the
"road" (it's built like a street but is pedestrian only except for
emergency vehicles.  All classes change at the same time and there's 15 min
in between so during class changes it is really really crowdedwith people
walking busily up and down the roadway.

   Soooo, there I came along the relatively quiety side of the dorm and
emerged into this busy crowd.  I was wearing only my sneakers, ballcap on
backwards and my watch and I was carrying my econ book and workbook.  A
front entrance to my dorm was right there on the corner and my intention
was to round the corner from the little sidestreet and go right up the
stone steps to my dorm.  But then I decided that was too quick and I kept
walking toward the middle entrance.  So I had to walk about 20-30 seconds
in the busy, busy between-classes crowd to get to the next entranceway to
the dorm.  I acted like this was just normal and tried not to rush though
my heart was pounding.  Lots of faces looked at me withsurprise but
basically everyone kept going wherever they were in a hurry to go and I
realized that with my books in my arm I must have looked like I was on my
way back from a class, and I loved that thought.

   I was aware that a few guys had changed their routes to follow me, but
just then we were at the main entrance to my dorm and I turned up the steps
and quickly ran into a group of friends who were impressed my by entrance.

   > The other thing I did that was fun was to basically walk off campus
nude.  I have been off campus nude several times but either I wore
something along the way or I went nude in someone's car (there is a parking
lot just outside of the front of Kell's dorm so I could go from my dorm
across the courtyard to hers, down the hallway and out the corner entrance
to the parking lot and into a car and go from there.  > One of the places
I've gone is to an apartment just across the street from campus where these
girls Mickey and Heather live.  Mickey is on the basketball team with Kell
and I'd met her in Kell's room several times.  Her apartment was one of the
places I went to a few times either wearing something or nude-by-car.  But
it was really not far away so I wanted to try walking to it.  So here's the
logistics.  From my dorm I walk across the courtyard to the back entrance
of Kell's dorm and go to her room to get her.  Then we (and several
friends) go down the same hallway to the same exit where we'd gone to the
parking lot before BUT this time we didn't go to the parking lot.  Instead
we walked across the grassy area next to the art building toward a street
that is one of the boundaries of campus.  It is not a very busy road and
there were no cars close by.  So there I was naked and with no clothes with
me and it was a reasonbly warm day so my friends weren't wearing
sweatshirts or anything extra they could share.  I was going out on a limb
doing this and that's what made it so fun.  So we got all the way to the
street and a couple cars went by and faces in the cars looked at me with
surprise and we crossed the street.  There's a little coffee shop there
with outdoor tables and some people were sitting at them and watched me
walk by and we turned down the sidewalk to the corner and then down the
next street two houses to our destination.  And then we went inside like it
was no big deal, but BOY was it exciting to me!  And we stayed there and
hung out a few hours and talked and had a glass of wine and then we went
back the same way we came and this time there were more cars and some guys
got out of one of them and wanted to party with us, but we were pretty
close to the dorm by then and were in and let the door shut behind us,
locking and I waved to them as we went down the hall.



   Coffee Shop

   Well, I have a little news, some good and some not so good.  You know
that coffee shop I told you about that is across the street from Kel's
dorm? I finally walked to it nude and bought coffee!  I went at 6 a.m.  on
a Sunday with six girlfriends, all of them dressed and wearing jackets and
hooded sweatshirts because it was pretty chilly.  It was still dark and
they all got up really early just to help me do this.  Not only was it
cold, but there was a little sprinkle of icy rain as we walked together
along the sidewalk by the art building and to the street.  It was dark and
there was really no traffic and we could see the coffee house all lit up
and could see that there was no one inside but they guy who ran it at that
hour, a cute guy who looks like he could be a grad student.

   This coffee house is very small and has an outside window like a Dairy
Queen, but also a little counter indoors.  I've been there several times,
but never naked.

   My plan was just to go to the ourdoor window and my friends lined up in
a row behind me so if any traffic passed they'd block the view so only teh
guy inside could see me.  He grinned, watching me approach.  I ordered
coffee for all seven of us and stood there shivering a little as he wrote
our order down.

   And he said why don't you all come inside?  And I said, well, don't you
have one of those no-shirt, no-shoes, no-service rules?  And he said are
you wearing shoes?  And I said yeah, and he said that was close enough.

   So we went inside and I felt more conspicuous because it was bright,
bright in there and the windows were all dark.  There are no booths, just a
counter with a row of eight or nine red vinyl retro stools like in old
fasioned dime stores.  I sat in the middle and when my bare butt touched
the stool it was such a nice feeling.  My butt has been on lots of chairs,
stools, couches, etc the past couple months but somehow this was a bit new,
being so public.

   So the guy told us his name was Derek and that he recognized me from my
(clothed) visits but hadn't realized I was this famous naked chick he'd
heard about and he asked for my autograph on a napkin and I gave it to him,
writing "Derek, best wishes, Claire The Naked Girl."

   So we all sat there sipping our coffee and talking like this was the
most normal thing in the world and gradually it got lighter outside and a
couple people came up to the outside window and Derek helped them and they
didn't even notice me.  I was nervous but felt safe and somewhat hidden and
then the door banged open and a guy came in with a bundle of newspapers and
put them on the counter and almost tripped over his feet when he noticed
me. He smiled and I said good morning to him and Derek signed something for
the papers and the guy turned to go, taking another look at me as he left.

   But now it was pretty light and we'd been there a while and I felt we
should go before more people showed up, so we went back out into the cold,
but now it was different because it was light and there was more traffic on
the street.  But I knew it would only take us 60 seconds or so to cover the
distance so I didn't worry too much about it and just sauntered across the
street, not even trying to hide behind my friends when a car went by.  We
passed the art building again and some lights were on and a guy was in
there working on a scaffold for some reason and I could see him looking at
me so I waved at him and he waved back.  And then we were at the door of
Kel's dorm, going inside and I glanced back at the coffee house across the
street as the door closed behind us.

   So that's my good news.  The bad news is that I'm not seeing Jeff
anymore, the guy I wrote about a while ago.  I liked him and it was really,
really, really exciting to me when we'd be together kissing and I was naked
and my entire body was alert and feeling every little touch on my skin, not
on sexual places (I kept him off of those) but everywhere else, my
shoulders, my sides, my legs, just everywhere.  And walking around with him
arm in arm was really great, especially when we'd stop to talk with someone
or when we'd pass a mirror and I'd see myself so naked and just walking
normally with my clothed boyfriend.  But I knew that what was satisfying to
me might not be completely satisfying to him.  For him there were two
negative things.  First, he realized I wasn't going to have sex with him
anytime soon, and possibly never.  Second, he didn't like seeing other guys
reacting to me.  I have lots of friends, some of them guys.  There are a
few guys in particular who visit our dorm a lot and we have this group of
ten or twelve people who tend to hang out together.  Others are welcome
too, but it's just a natural little group, mostly girls but two or three
guys.  I know them really well, better than I knew Jeff.  They see me naked
every day.  They joke around and flirt a little and it's just in fun.  Yes,
they'd like it if I was romantically or sexually interested in them, but
they accept that I'm not, and that fact does not totally devastate them. 
Then there's Jeff.  He got to kiss me.  He got to touch me.  My other
guy-friends would, they admit, LOVE to be in his shoes.  But is he
satisfied with this?  No.  He wants to own me.  He wants to control me and
decide for me who is going to be my friend and who gets to hang out with
me. Well guess what?  No, he doesn't.  And for even trying to be in control
of me he lost me.  Gone.  Poof.  He is history.  And I told him that.  I
totally told him off and broke up with him right there in the lobby of my
dorm, me naked and with people all around.  I did that on purpose when I
decided to dump him.  I was avoiding his calls and finally agreed to meet
him there in the lobby and he knew something was up and I came down and let
him in the door and I made sure I did this naked because I wanted to remind
him of what he threw away when he decided he could control me like
something he owned.  I told him off, not quietly, right there in the most
public place I could arrange in which I could also be nude, which is the
lobby/entrance to my dorm.  I'm not a nasty person.  I'm a nice person.  I
like almost EVERYone.  I befriend nearly everyone I meet.  But I will not
be treated like something a guy can "claim" by planting his flag or
something.  I'm a person and I'm in control of my life and guess what,
nobody else is except me.  I'm a great catch.  I'm cute.  I'm pretty.  And
I go NAKED most of the time.  There's a whole freakin LINE of guys wanting
to go out with me and I don't "need" ANY of them.  I'm attracted to some of
them and maybe possibly I would enjoy a closer relationship with one of
them.  But if he thinks he's going to control me, well . . .  he's in for a
surprise.

   To Be Continued
   maybe???