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 ï>¿Coed Confidante by aunaturel

   My name is Melanie, and I am a student at a large state university -"a
place that has quite a reputation as a party school.  Actually, it would be
more accurate to say that I am masquerading as a student to get some
interesting perspectives on college life in the millennial age.  I am
really a writer/blogger working for an alternative newspaper.  My editor
approached me with the concept and offered to pay all expenses if I would
be willing to go undercover to experience college life firsthand.  I was
admittedly rather hesitant since I am a rather modest person with limited
experience in the world of parties and sex, but I agreed when he told me
that the project might lead to a book project and possibly an independent
art film.  It seemed like a promising way to take my career to a new level,
and so I accepted the challenge.  I vowed to push myself to explore
experiences I might otherwise have avoided, and, in the end, I surprised
myself with a newfound sense of courage and adventure.  Here is a chapter
in my series titled "Coed Confidante".

   *******

   COED CONFIDANTE CH.  01

   Melanie pledges a sorority for her Coed Confidante series.

   Since so much of the college social life centers around the fraternities
and sororities on campus, I decided that my first "assignment" would be a
full immersion into the Greek life.  I was a bit nervous as I waited for my
interview with the senior leaders of sorority that I had picked out, though
I really had no reason to fret.  Everyone had been so nice to me during the
entire week of social events and get-togethers, and I was so relieved when
they told me that they do not believe in the humiliating and degrading
hazing rituals that other sororities stage every year.  I knew that this
interview was my final hurdle, and I was confident that I would nail it. 
As I sat waiting, I had a feeling that this was going to be a great
introduction to my Coed Confidante series.

   I heard the door open and I stood up when Nikki, the sorority president,
motioned me to step into the next room.  It looked like a coaches meeting
room, but now the tables had been pushed to one wall and the chairs
rearranged to form a semi-circle.  I was surprised to see several guys
sitting with the sorority leaders in the room.  I was also startled by the
fact that a video camera on a tripod was set up, presumably to record the
interview.  There was one chair facing the others, and I knew this was the
"hot seat" reserved for me.

   "Welcome, Melanie." the president began when everyone was seated. 
"Congratulations!  You have made it to the final interview.  You are one
step away from becoming a member of our sorority."

   "Thank you, Nikki," I replied.  " I am thrilled to be here today, and I
hope that I live up to your expectations.  But if I can ask, what's the
deal with the camera?  And is there a reason that there are guys on the
selection committee?"

   "We are sure you will," Nikki said with a smile.  "The camera is just a
way for us to document the interview.  We have never had an incident
before, but if a pledge were to disagree with what went on during this
final step in the process, we like having some proof as to what actually
was said or done.

   "We've done this for years," added Jonas, the president of the
fraternity that planned many social events with the sorority I was hoping
to join.  "Like Nikki said, we have all enjoyed spending time with you this
week, and we feel confident that you will soon be one of our group."

   "Do you know why we are here?" Nikki asked with a slight smile on her
face as she looked around the locker room where they were sitting.

   "I was told to be here to answer some final questions to prove to you
that I would be a good pledge to the sorority." I dug around in the sport
bag I had brought and pulled out one of the swimsuits I wore to my swimming
practices.  "And I brought this since I heard that the new pledges were
invited to a swimming party with the rest of the members after the
interviews."

   "Since you no doubt heard the splashing and yelling from the pool area,
I guess you know that the party has already started," Nikki explained.  "We
will soon find out if you will be joining us.  We rent out the pool and
locker room in this old gym a couple of times every year for our swimming
parties."

   "I'm ready for whatever questions you have for me," I said with rising
confidence.  "I promise you I will be a credit to the sorority."

   "Then let us begin," Nikki responded as she and the others pulled out
folders with my name on them.

   There were four senior sorority leaders and four senior fraternity
leaders facing me, and we spent the next ten minutes discussing my answers
to a survey form they gave me the first day we met.  Most of the questions
were pretty mundane, but I began to tighten up a bit when they got to a few
questions that I had struggled with when I completed the form.

   "We noticed that you did not write an answer to question #22 on the
form," Nikki said after a brief pause.  "That's the question where we asked
if you had ever been to a nude beach or if you thought you would feel
uncomfortable if you were at a nude beach."

   "I-I guess I thought that was an odd question, so I left it blank," I
replied.  "I am not sure why that is relevant to the sorority."

   "Actually, it is one of the pivotal questions," Jonas explained.  "There
is a popular nude beach along the river just a few miles out of town.  We
usually have two or three outings there each summer, and so we need to know
if new pledges would be comfortable there."

   "Why a nude beach?" I asked nervously.  "I know that there are many
other beaches closer to town."

   "There are," Nikki stepped in, " but the nude beach plays into two of
the core philosophies of our two houses." She could see that I still had a
confused look on my face, so she continued.  "We have two main goals. 
First, we try to challenge all of the members of our houses to push
themselves beyond their usual comfort levels so that they can learn more
about themselves.  We find that so many people our age have insecurities
about their bodies and the ways that they feel others see them.  We think
this is an important way to grow and challenge those insecurities."

   I could see that Jonas and the others were watching my reaction
carefully.  "Second, we get tired by the social status game on campus," he
added.  "There are always some people trying to impress others with their
wealth and their possessions while others are made to feel that they are
somehow less important if they are not as well off.  It's bullshit!  The
way we see it, there is nothing more democratic than stripping away the
artificial facades that society creates and reducing every person to the
bare...essence.  There is no rich or poor on the nude beach -"only people
learning to feel comfortable in their own skin and having fun with
friends."

   "You're telling me that everyone gets naked?" I asked as my nervousness
was showing even more.  "It's not one of those optional things?"

   "Everyone.  Otherwise it would be sham.  We would have too many people
just going to ogle the others for a cheap thrill.  We have to be sure that
every person in our houses has the courage to participate.  So that's why
we put that question on the survey and why we will ask again.  Have you
ever been to a nude beach?"

   "No, I admit that I have not." I could feel my face getting red as I
struggled for words.  "I didn't even know there was one around here."

   "So now that you know that there is a secret beach near here, that
leaves us with a follow-up question," Nikki persisted.  "Do you think you
would be comfortable being naked with a coed group on a public beach?  It's
cool if you don't think so, but if that's the case, we will all thank you
for your time and wish you well as we prepare for the next pledge.  One of
our rules stands above all of the others -"we never force people into doing
things if they are too uncomfortable."

   "I could do it," I replied quietly after mulling the question over in my
mind for several seconds.  I immediately thought of the Coed Confidante
assignment and I knew that my editor would insist that I give it a try. 
"You can mark that one as okay with me."

   "That leaves us with Question #23 on the form.  You left that one blank
too."

   "What was Question #23," I asked.  "I don't remember leaving that one
blank."

   "Similar to the last one," Nikki responded.  "We asked if you had ever
gone skinny dipping with a mixed crowd."

   "Isn't that pretty much the same as the last one?"

   "Not really," Jonas spoke up.  "We've had some people who never dreamed
of walking along a nude beach in broad daylight, but have admitted that
they had gotten carried away after a few drinks and ended up in a pool or
lake in the buff.  At least that's how they remember it!"

   "Again, we are just trying to gauge your confidence and your self
assurance here," Nikki said.  "We are just trying to determine if we should
continue the interview.  Everything else on the survey suggests that you
will be an outstanding new member."

   "Again, I don't think so, though I do remember sitting at the edge of
the lake after our graduation party watching some of the guys strip down
for a swim in the moonlight.  A few of the girls did, too, but I don't
think I joined in.  But then, we had all had a bit too much to drink, so
it's possible, I guess."

   "Can we check off that one with a notation that you are prepared to
try?"

   "Yes," I answered quietly.

   "Then I guess you have already figured out that you will not be needing
that swimsuit you brought along tonight," Nikki pointed out with a smile.
"The swimming party has already started in the pool next to the locker room
here, and I can assure you that no one in that pool is wearing a suit. 
Would you like to join them as the newest member of our house?"

   "You mean I'm in?" I asked nervously.

   "Assuming you are ready to take the next step," Jonas said with a smile
that was a little larger than I expected.

   "So here is how it works," Nikki continued as she held up a jar and a
paper bag.  " You will pick a slip of paper with the name of one of the
guys here.  He will then facilitate the undressing ritual.  We like to
think of it as a kind of rebirth -"the start of your new life.  Your Greek
life with new friends and new adventures ahead of you.  And just like your
real birth, you will enter this new world without a stitch of clothing."

   "Why does someone else have to do it?" I asked quietly.  "If I decide to
go through with this, can't I just strip down on my own?"

   "We used to do it that way, but we had too many cases where pledges
looked to be unsure of themselves and took forever to undress.  A couple of
them quit halfway and just walked out.  It became painful to watch, and it
left us to wonder if they were really committed to joining the house in the
first place.  The way we do it now, we simply ask our pledges to give
themselves over, relax, and let their inhibitions slip away in our care."

   "This is going to take a minute to sink in.  I have had boyfriends take
off my clothes, but those were guys I knew and trusted.  I've never done
anything like this with a guy I just met."

   "None of us had before we were initiated," Nikki reassured me.  "I
promise you that you will be treated with respect.  The guy you pick will
remove your clothes and put them in this bag that we will mark with your
name.  When you are completely naked, he will present you to the committee
and we will formally approve you as a member.  You will then take a
ceremonial shower to signify your passage into your new Greek life, and you
will then be introduced to the others in the pool."

   "Do you keep the cameras running?" I asked nervously, even though I
think I already knew the answer.

   "Yes," Nikki answered.  "It's a way to protect ourselves in case a
pledge lodges a complaint later.  It allows us to show that every pledge
acts voluntarily without coercion."

   "Then let's do it," I said with quiet resignation after a few moments of
silence in which I frantically weighed my options.

   The next ten minutes seemed surreal to me.  Here I was standing in front
of several guys and girls being filmed as a guy named Jason stripped me
completely naked.  He took his time as he removed each item, carefully
folded it, and put it in the bag with my name on it.  Each time, before he
prepared to remove another item, he looked me in the eyes and asked if I
wanted to continue.  I would nod each time and then wait as another layer
was peeled off and stashed in the bag.  When he unhooked my bra, he slid
his hands up my torso and over my bare breasts as he worked the garment
over my head.  I instinctively tried to cover myself, but he gently guided
my arms to my side so that my breasts were fully exposed to the committee.
He took the same deliberate care as he slid my panties down my legs, and I
felt his hands caressing my ass and legs.  And just like that, I was
completely nude in a room of people fully clothed.  Each committee member
came up to me and hugged me as they extended their congratulations.

   As I stood there completely exposed, I flashed back to a night when a
few friends stumbled on a web site featuring what they called "OON" videos
-"only one naked.  We laughed about it at the time, but I always wondered
how I would react if I was the only person naked in a room full of clothed
people.  I was now living that moment, and I found that I was experiencing
a wide mix of emotions that ranged from deep embarrassment to unexpected
exhilaration.  Despite my nervousness, I had to admit it was a rush.

   They pointed me to the shower room and said that everyone is required to
shower before entering the pool.  I turned on the water and began to lather
up when I suddenly felt a person behind me.  To my surprise, I discovered
that Jason had stripped down and had his hands around my waist.  He pulled
up close behind me and began soaping me down.  Without turning around, I
could tell that he was very well endowed since his sizeable cock was
pressing against my ass.  I must have had a look of protest on my face, but
Nikki assured me that this was a part of the ritual.  I will admit that
Jason was diligent in his duties, and for the next several minutes his
hands thoroughly covered every inch of my body.  I thought he spent far
more time than was needed on my breasts and vulva, but in the end, there
was no doubt that I was clean.

   As I was being led to the pool area to be introduced to the full group,
Nikki took me aside and suggested that I find a way to thank Jason for his
services.  When I shot her a questioning look, she smiled and said that I
would figure it out.  She merely said that there are some things that guys
love more than almost anything and that I should try to think of a way to
make his evening as memorable as mine.  She pointed back to the locker room
as if to suggest that after the all of the interviews were finished, we
would have the place to ourselves.

   I thought I would be mortified to be naked in a crowd of people, but it
is amazing how quickly I got used to the situation.  I had heard that from
people who had been to nude beaches, but I always wondered how that could
be possible.  Within minutes, I was splashing with the others and making
friends, and in no time swimming nude seemed as natural as anything I had
ever done.  I wondered why I had not done it before.  Nikki's suggestion
was still hanging over me, though, so after a while, I spotted Jason and
swam over to him.

   "Thanks for being so considerate in there," I said.  "I was extremely
nervous, but you did a pretty good job of relaxing me."

   "I could tell that you were pretty tense at first, so I wanted to make
sure that you were cool with the whole thing before I continued," Jason
answered with a smile.  "It looks like you are more relaxed now."

   "Now that the interviews are over and the locker room is empty, I was
thinking that there might be a better way of expressing my thanks," I
replied.  "You think you can pull yourself away from the pool for a while?"

   "Lead on, fair princess," Jason said with an expectant look in his eyes.
"I am not quite sure what you have in mind."

   "Let's just say that you are clearly more of a man than some of the guys
in the pool," I answered while flashing a sexy grin.  "I'd like to take a
second look to be sure my eyes were not deceiving me."

   I checked to be sure no one was left in the shower room, and then I
turned on the water and pulled him close to me.  "You took your time
exploring my body a while ago," I whispered in his ear.  "I'd like to
return the favor."

   What followed was the most erotic experience of my life.  Our soapy
hands were in constant motion as we explored every inch of each other's
bodies.  Jason was larger than any guy I had dated, and I could feel him
tense up as I stroked his cock.  His magnificent member seemed to grow
longer and harder by the minute.  When I sensed that he had reached maximum
proportions, I kneeled down and took his throbbing cock in my mouth with
more passion than I had ever done with the few other guys I had sucked.  I
ran my soapy hands up and down his muscular legs and ass as I continued to
take him deeper in my mouth.  I started to get into a rhythm, and I made
sure that each time the head of his cock appeared, I worked it over with
the tip of my tongue.  He started to moan so loud that I was afraid the
others would hear, and when I could feel his knees start to buckle, I knew
we needed to change positions.

   He took me into the locker room and motioned me to lie down on a
training table in the corner of the room.  He started kissing me all over
my body and when he reached my engorged nipples, I let out a small gasp. 
He worked his tongue expertly over my nipples and massaged my breast with
one hand while his other hand made it down to find a very receptive area
between my legs.  His fingers found my clit and he began gently finger
fucking me as I began to writhe in uncontrolled ecstasy.  Within minutes
his tongue replaced his loving fingers, and so I slid down to the end of
the table and spread my legs to give him better access.  I was now
quivering uncontrollably as I was engulfed in orgasm after orgasm.  Twice
he had to put a hand over my mouth to warn me that I was too loud and that
the others might come in to see what was happening.

   Just when I thought I could not take any more, Jason climbed up on the
training table and eased his throbbing cock between my legs.  I was sure
that I could not take his full length, but he slowly pushed it deeper and
then began to thrust his pelvis.  I have screwed a few guys before, but
this sensation was deeper and more powerful than anything I had
experienced. We found a rhythm and soon we were moving like one body joined
in the most overwhelming sexual sensation I had ever experienced.  When he
finally came a few minutes later, he fell into my arms covered in sweat. 
We lay there for several minutes completely spent before we sat up and slid
off the table.

   We decided that we better get back to the pool, so we showered again. 
We both said that we should get cleaned up before we went back to the pool,
but I think we really just wanted to find one last time to explore each
other's bodies.  When we stepped back into the pool area, all eyes looked
our way.  It seemed pretty clear that everyone knew what we were doing.  As
we jumped back in the water, I saw Jonas heading toward the shower room
with one of the other new pledges.  I guess it was time for him to claim
his reward.

   A few days later when I was writing my article for the Coed Confidante,
my mind was still filled with memories of that amazing evening.  I realized
that I was very lucky to have gotten this undercover assignment, and I
wondered what new adventures awaited me.  More than that, I was already
counting the days until our next nude outing with my new Greek friends.  I
hope Jason is looking forward to it as much as I am.  The trouble is, I
knew that I will not be able to wait that long to see Jason again.  At that
point, I still didn't know much about him, but one thing was certain -"I
dreamed about the next time that his powerful body would be pressed against
mine with his ample male member buried deep between my legs.



   COED CONFIDANTE CH.  02

   Melanie coaches the men's swim team.

   I have been a competitive swimmer since high school and spent many
summers teaching swimming classes at our local park district.  I am
enrolled in a class at the university to get my coaching certification, and
one requirement of the course is to complete a four-week intern assignment.
I had imagined I would be assigned to one of the women's swim teams at the
university or maybe a team at the local high school, so I was surprised to
find out that my intern assignment was the JV men's team at the university.
I was not sure how I would be accepted by a bunch of male jocks, but I had
to smile when I saw that the team practices at the old gym -"the same place
I had experienced my sorority initiation and met Jason a few weeks earlier.

   It was a Monday afternoon when I reported for my intern assignment.  I
stood on the familiar pool deck with Coach Cooper as we waited for the
swimmers to come out from the locker room.  He had told me in advance that
I would be working with about fifteen swimmers on the JV squad, but I
really did not know much more about the swim program yet.  I felt I was
prepared for my new assignment, but I was more than a little surprised when
I saw the first guy exit the locker room and step into view.  He was
completely naked.  Following him, several more guys stepped onto the pool
deck, each as naked as the first.  Within minutes, I was standing in front
of a long line of very fine looking nude swimmers as they looked at me and
waited for instructions.  Their broad smiles suggested that they knew about
the situation ahead of time and were eagerly waiting to see my reaction.

   "What do you think about your team?" Coach Cooper laughed.  "Pretty fine
looking athletes, you have to admit!"

   "Amazing," I replied nervously," though I was expecting them to be
wearing swimsuits."

   "No need for suits since the JV practices are not coed.  Cuts down on
the laundry between practices and gives the guys a sense of freedom when
they practice.

   "Does this mean that I am expected to lose my suit as well when I coach
them?" I asked nervously.

   "Totally up to you," Coach Cooper replied.  "Depends on whether you plan
to get in the water with them, I guess.  I'm usually in sweats like this
when I'm coaching, but I'm sure the boys would have no problem with you
leading our practices in the buff if you want.  Ain't that right guys?"

   "I'm sure they would love it, but I will stay dressed," I answered with
a sense of relief in my voice.  "You sure this won't be a problem with the
team?  How about the Athletic Department?"

   "The AD is on board with this plan and he sees no problems," Coach
Cooper replied quickly.  "Of course, you are free to back out if you are
uncomfortable with the arrangement here."

   "No, I'm sure I can handle it," I shot back with some hesitation, "as
long as it is okay with the team and the administration.  I need to
complete this intern assignment to get credit for my coaching class."

   At this point, my thoughts were swirling as I looked at the line of nude
male swimmers standing just a few feet away from me.  I knew I had to
present an air of confidence, so I quickly got to work and began to lay out
some instructions for the practice.  Within minutes, they were all in the
water and swimming laps under my guidance.  As I watched their muscular
athletic bodies glide through the water, I was reminded again of the beauty
of the human form.  I wondered what my friends would say when I told them I
was coaching fifteen gorgeous bare-assed guys.  I've seen a few cocks in my
time, but nothing to compare with the amazing and diverse specimens on
display in front of me.  I smiled when I remembered that my intern
assignment was scheduled to last four weeks.

   About midway through the practice, Coach Cooper came over to me and
pointed to the diving well at the far end of the pool.  "Didn't I read that
you did some competitive diving?" he asked.

   "That's right," I replied.  "But that was in high school.  Why do you
ask?"

   "Diving was never a specialty of mine, so I'm afraid I am not really
able to give those guys the kind of quality instruction they need.  I was
hoping you could spend about half your time every practice working with the
divers on their technique.  I can cover the lap training here."

   I nodded and walked over to the diving well.  There were three guys
taking reps on the one-meter board, and they all stopped when they saw me
approach.  I told them to carry on and I watched them closely as they each
tried a series of dives.  After about ten minutes, I called them over to
give them some pointers.

   "Coach Cooper asked me to help you with your technique," I said.  "I did
some competitive diving in high school, so I might be able to help.  From
what I observed, you guys are already doing pretty well, but I do have some
suggestions."

   "It's a cinch you would be more help than Coach," one of the guys
replied, "and you are definitely easier on the eyes than him!"

   "We're open to suggestions," a second diver added.  "As it is, we're
basically coaching ourselves over here."

   As I began to share my observations, I noticed that they all drew much
closer to me as I spoke.  It was one thing to watch a bunch of guys
swimming laps in the pool, but it seemed even stranger to have three nude
guys all standing just a few feet away from me.  I'm sure I must have
looked distracted as I offered up some suggestions, and it quickly became
obvious that they were all more interested in ogling my body than in the
tips I was sharing.  At that moment, I realized that I should have worn a
more traditional swimsuit instead of the thin competition suit I had picked
out to wear.  Competition suits do not leave much to the imagination, and
at that moment, I felt almost as naked as the three guys who were eyeing me
so closely.  When I had finished my comments, I walked over to the
one-meter board and motioned them to join me.

   "Let me watch as you go through your dives one more time," I said. 
"This time, try to focus on your form throughout each dive and not just the
twists.  Judges reward divers who maintain poise and control on the board,
in the air, and at the point of entry in the water."

   "How about if you demonstrate for us," one the guys piped up.  "We'll
learn more from watching you than we will from a bunch of words and arm
motions."

   "I'm afraid I am a bit out of practice to do the actual dives," I
replied with a bit of hesitation in my voice.  "I think I would be more
helpful as an observer."

   "Typical coach," another guy protested.  "I guess it's easier to talk
about athletic skills than to actually do them."

   I could sense that I was already losing their confidence, so I relented
and stepped up on the diving board.  For the next few minutes, I went
through a series of dives that I had done in competitions a few years back,
and each dive was met with enthusiastic applause.  I noticed that all three
guys edged closer to the edge of the pool every time I pulled myself out
after each dive, and it soon dawned on me that they were not so much
impressed with my dives as they were with the way that the thin fabric of
my swimsuit clung to my wet body.  I knew that competition suits became
nearly transparent when wet -"great for performance in the pool but not so
good for modesty.  I became very self-conscious at first, but eventually I
began to chill a bit when I reminded myself that they were even more
exposed than I was.

   When I realized that we were getting close to the end of practice, I had
each of the guys grab an exercise mat and circle up on the pool deck.  "I
don't know what kind of conditioning drills you normally do," I said, "but
I want to end every practice with some quick exercises to strengthen your
core and improve your diving form."

   "Coach C.  usually has the swimmers do some endurance work," one of the
divers answered, "but he mainly just leaves up a little extra time to get
more dives in."

   "The thing is, diving requires some specialized conditioning," I
continued.  "It's called dryland training.  Let me show you.  Start by
sitting down in a tight tuck position on the mat.  Next, kick back with
your hands tight against your legs.  Look back like you are searching for
the water and stretch your arms back as far as you can.  Then, finish up by
pulling back into a tight tuck position."

   I had the guys repeat this routine for ten reps, but then I stopped them
to refine the technique.  "When you go back into your stretch, you have to
give it maximum effort.  You are fighting for a clean entry at this point
in the dive.  It's the difference between a mid-level score and a winning
score.

   I had them start the sequence again, but stopped them during the
stretching segment and had them hold the position.  I then moved from one
diver to another and adjusted the position of their torsos and arms to
demonstrate the optimum position.  As I put my hands on their outstretched
bodies with their genitals just inches from my eyes, I realized that I was
suddenly consumed with mixed feelings of embarrassment and arousal.  I'm
pretty sure that the guys were having similar reactions as I moved my hands
over their bodies.

   I guess I was relieved to hear Coach Cooper's whistle a few moments
later.  He called the team together for a few announcements and sent them
to the showers.  After practice, I was not sure if I was expected to be in
the locker room and shower area, so I asked Coach Cooper if I had any
responsibilities after the team left the pool.

   "Coaches usually continue to work with the swimmers after practice," he
replied," though I can see you are a bit nervous about that.  It's up to
you."

   "They are done swimming laps," I replied.  "Is there more to do?"

   "I try to work with any swimmer who might need extra help with
technique. Good time to get on the back of anyone who I think was dogging
it in practice.  Remind them they are on scholarship and there are plenty
of other people who would welcome the chance to be on the team."

   "They won't be pissed to see a girl walk through the shower room or be
around them near their lockers?" I asked.  "Seems like kind of an invasion
of their private space."

   "I can't see why they would object," he shot back with a smile.  "Hell,
you've been eyeballing their dicks for the past two hours.  What do you say
we go in and find out?"

   He motioned toward the door and I followed him.  I found myself in the
communal shower area where about half of the guys were already lathered up.
Normally this would have been a surreal experience, but I had just spent
two hours watching them swim laps in their birthday suits, so this did not
seem so strange anymore.  We moved on to the locker room where a few of the
other guys were standing around talking.  They smiled when they saw me, but
then went right back to their conversations.  I wondered if I could ever be
so calm if the roles were reversed and I was the one standing completely
naked in front of a male coach.

   We continued on to the training room where one of the swimmers was
sitting on a trainer's table.  It was clear he was waiting for some help.
He had a towel pulled over his lap, but when he turned to face us, the
towel fell to the floor.  It may have been accidental, but the sly smile on
his face suggested that he had dropped the towel on purpose to get a rise
out of me.  I kept my cool, but I had to admit that his naked athletic body
was some pretty appealing eye candy.

   "What's the problem, Derek?" Coach Cooper asked.

   "Not sure," he replied.  "I think I tweaked my ankle on one of the flip
turns."

   "Let me take a look," Coach replied.  He instructed Derek to lie back
and he began to massage the ankle.  "Feels a bit tight, but no structural
damage as near as I can tell.  What do you think, Coach Melanie?"

   I picked up the towel and made a point of positioning it over his
privates.  I took Coach Cooper's place near Derek and continued the
treatment that Coach Cooper had started as I watched him leave the training
room.  As I worked on his ankle, I noticed that his hand had slid under the
towel and that he was very quietly working his way closer to the bulge that
was becoming more prominent.  Not sure where this was heading, I began to
step away when Derek grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him.  He
started to fondle my ass through the thin fabric of my swimsuit with one
hand while he used his other hand to guide my fingers to his torso.  His
engorged penis was huge now, and he continued to ease my hand closer to his
testicles that were now visible beneath the towel.

   "I should be going," I whispered nervously.  "I don't think there is
anything more I can for your ankle today."

   "Let me be straight with you, Coach Melanie," Derek responded as he
tightened his grip on my wrist.  "I know this whole situation was a
surprise to you when all the guys first came out of the locker room this
afternoon, but we have all known about it for over a week.  Coach told us
last week that he had gotten a memo about your intern duty, and he asked us
if we wanted to continue our customary nude swims or if we would prefer to
wear our racing Speedos with a female coach on the pool deck.  The vote was
unanimous to swim in the buff as we always do."

   "Doesn't it feel odd to be completely naked when I am still wearing my
swimsuit during practice?  I think I would be mortified if it was the other
way around."

   "It was weird for a few minutes, but then it was a real rush.  By the
looks of things, you seemed to like the scenery."

   "Like I mentioned, I have to go now," I said as I tried to pull free of
Derek's grasp.  "And it looks like you need a cold shower to calm that
thing down."

   "Here's the thing," Derek explained as he guided my hand closer to his
cock.  "We all played along with you today because we know this intern gig
is important to your course work.  We could just as easily make life very
difficult for you by refusing to cooperate.  The way we see it, there is an
opportunity here for everyone to win."

   "I'm not following you," I whispered nervously as he placed my fingers
on the shaft of his cock.

   "Do you really think I sprained my ankle in practice today?" Derek
replied.  "It was just a ruse to get you in the training room."

   "Coach Cooper seemed to believe that you were in pain."

   "You're not getting it.  Coach is part of the plan.  In fact, this whole
training room setup was his idea."

   "Setup?" I asked.

   "Look around you," Derek continued with a sensual smile.  "A gorgeous
hot chick in a sexy one-piece working on a naked guy who is already turned
on beyond control.  Not another soul around to bother us.  All the makings
for a happy ending if you get my meaning."

   It was at this moment that I realized that there was no more commotion
from the adjacent locker room.  Normally, I would have fought off Derek's
grip and walked away, but it soon occurred to me that this scenario was the
essence of the Coed Confidante project I was hired to do -"a chance to
explore and experience a wild erotic encounter that had previously only
occupied my fantasies.  I had no experience with a man in this unexpected
situation, but I now realized that I was aching to try.

   I stood at his side and removed the towel to reveal his impressive cock
in all its glory.  I teased him for a few long minutes by tickling my
fingers along his torso and smiled as I watched as he contorted his hips as
if to beg me to touch his engorged member.  When I felt he could not hold
out any longer, I worked my fingers gently over his testicles and then
eased them slowly up the length of his shaft.  I slid my fingers up and
down the full length of his cock until I was convinced he could not get any
harder, and then moved closer until my lips were touching the tip that was
now moist with the first hints of ejaculate.

   I let my lips work slowly over the tip of his cock and then gradually
opened them to take in more of his length.  His hand was now fondling my
breasts through the thin fabric, bringing me to arousal as I focused on his
pleasure.  As I worked my tongue along the shaft, I could feel Derek's body
shudder in ecstasy.  His entire torso began to thrust in rhythm with my
oral stimulations, and his labored breathing let me know that he was
getting closer to climax.  I sucked his glorious member more vigorously as
I massaged his balls with my fingers, and in moments, he came with an
explosive burst of cum that surprised us both.

   It took a few minutes before Derek's heart rate calmed and his breathing
returned to a more normal rhythm.  I instinctively let my fingers continue
to explore the contours of his marvelous athletic body, and he smiled when
I drew close to kiss him.

   "Was that a happy enough ending for you?" I asked with a grin.

   "Euphoric would be a better description."

   "I must say that when I stood on that pool deck a few hours ago, I had a
hunch that I would be working with a bunch of good looking guys.  No way in
hell I ever dreamed it would come to this."

   "And just remember," Derek reminded me, "that this is just the first
day. You have four more weeks to go.  And fourteen more guys to please."

   "Are you suggesting that each guy is in line for the same treatment?" I
asked with a somewhat surprised look on my face.

   "Maybe we should take this a day at a time," Derek replied with a smile.
"But you could do a lot to bolster team morale by giving each guy a little
personal attention.  You never know what aches and pains they may develop
during practice.  Don't forget Coach either -"it was his idea to set up
this intern gig for you!"

   I gave Derek one last kiss and began to move toward the door when he
stood up and walked over to me.  We went into the shower room but, as I
suspected, it was now empty.  I noticed that my sports bag that I had left
on the pool deck was now sitting against the wall near the shower stalls. I
went to pick it up when Derek pulled me to him.

   "Don't lie to yourself, Coach M," he whispered in my ear, "you got
turned on just as much as I did.  I feel the need to return the pleasure."

   I was about to ask him what he meant when he stood in front of me and
pulled the straps of my swimsuit over my shoulders.  I made a half-hearted
effort to stop him, but in moments he had stripped off my suit.  I had
spent the better part of the afternoon admiring his naked form, and now his
eyes were devouring me as I tried to cover my nude body with my arms.  He
gestured to the shower room, and within minutes we were both enveloped in a
soapy heaven.  It had been all about him on the training table, but now it
was all about me as he worked his hands all over my body.  I moaned as he
ran his soapy hands over my breasts, but I cried out in ecstasy when his
fingers found the sensitive spot between my legs.  He gently worked his
fingertips over my love spot for what seemed like an eternity, and just
when I thought I could not take any more, I felt his massive cock sliding
between my legs from behind and deep inside me.  He continued to massage my
breasts as his thrusts became deeper, and I felt my knees begin to buckle
slightly as the pleasure increased.  I was now screaming for him to keep
pumping, oblivious to anyone who might hear us.  It was a sublime moment,
and I felt one orgasmic wave after another course through my body before I
finally had to pull away.

   I lay back on the tile floor and let the warm water pour over me.  Derek
sat next to me and held me as I let my breathing return to normal.  We sat
without speaking for several minutes before we stood up to towel off and
get dressed.  No more words were really necessary since we had just
explored the entire vocabulary of the language of sensual pleasure.

   As I headed to the pool exit, I saw Coach Cooper sitting in his office.
He called out to congratulate me on surviving the first day, and it was
obvious that he knew exactly what had just happened with Derek.  During the
drive back to the sorority, I wondered if the next four weeks would be as
eventful as this first day with the swim team.  If so, I would have quite a
lot to report in my Coed Confidante project.



   COED CONFIDANTE CH.  03

   Melanie seeks a job at a nudist resort.

   Until a few weeks ago, I had always considered myself to be a relatively
modest girl.  I had only dated a few guys in high school, and only a couple
of them had ever managed to get my clothes off.  Since I started this Coed
Confidante project, however, I must admit that my horizons have been
expanded and some of my long-standing inhibitions have started to melt
away. My editor had been hoping for this outcome, and so far he has been
pleased with the articles I have written for the project.  As for me, I
have started to enjoy my confident new lifestyle and I have surprised
myself with my willingness to take on assignments that have led me to bare
my inner emotions-as well as my body -"in the pursuit of human interest
stories.

   That being said, I was still more than a bit unnerved when I got a call
from my editor with a lead on a new story.  He had seen a classified ad in
the Help Wanted section of an alternative newspaper seeking a waitress at a
clothing optional resort over in the next town, and he figured it would be
a great set-up for my next assignment.  The resort was less than 35 minutes
from campus, he argued, so I could easily get there after classes or on a
day off.  When he heard the hesitation in my voice, he quickly reminded me
that I had already done the skinny dip sorority initiation thing and the
nude swim team thing.  With those experiences under my belt, he continued,
taking a job at a nudist resort would probably not be much of a stretch for
me.  He told me to think about it for a couple of days before I decide.

   That evening, I poked around on the Internet to do some research on the
resort.  The photos I found made it look like a very respectable and
somewhat upscale resort, and I found a ton of reviews from people who
claimed it was one of the better clothing optional resorts in the country.
That helped to raise my confidence a bit, so I decided to explore the
option.

   I knew immediately that I would only go if I could get a good friend to
join me -"someone who would give me advice I could trust.  I also felt it
was best to have someone with me in case I encountered an uncomfortable
situation or felt pressured to do something against my will.  My first
choice was Jason, my new friend from the fraternity that partners with my
sorority house, but he had another commitment on the Saturday I had picked
out to visit the resort.  My next choice was Kelly, one of my best friends
from high school.  I picked up my phone and gave her a call.

   "Kelly!" I said enthusiastically when she picked up.  "It's Melanie."

   "I saw your name on the caller ID, and I admit I was a bit surprised,"
Kelly replied.  "What's it been?  Three months since we last talked?"

   "Probably longer than that," I apologized.  "Sorry I am such a shitty
communicator."

   "So what's up?" Kelly said with a laugh.  "Do you need money or
something?  Did you get into an accident?"

   "No, I am all good.  In fact, I am really starting to settle in to the
college scene.  I actually called with a request.  Let me warn you in
advance, though -"you are going to think I am making this up."

   "I'm listening," Kelly said in a quizzical voice.  "What is this wild
request?"

   "I am thinking of going to a clothing optional resort on Saturday, and I
am afraid to go alone," I replied.  "You're the first person I thought of
who might have the guts to go with me."

   "You're right.  I do think you are making this up," Kelly laughed.  "Of
all the people I know who might tell me that they wanted to walk around
naked in broad daylight in front of a crowd of strangers, you would
probably be the last one on my list.  What in the hell are you talking
about?"

   I spent the next fifteen minutes explaining my Coed Confidante project
and some of the experiences I have had over the past few weeks.  I assured
her that I was no longer the painfully shy girl that she knew in high
school, and I told her that the thought of visiting a nudist resort was not
quite as daunting as it might have been before.  We talked for almost an
hour and got caught up on all of the news in our lives, and then I steered
her back again to the purpose of my call.  After offering up some lame
excuses, she finally admitted that she was free on Saturday and that she
would agree to join me.  I told her I would pick her up early on Saturday
morning.

   The drive took about forty minutes and after a couple of missed turns,
we found the small road that led into the resort.  We had to stop at a
security gate where an attendant looked at our ID cards.  I explained that
I was answering a classified ad for a waitress position, and he waved us
through with directions to find the main office.

   Once in the resort office, I began to relax a bit since every one
working behind the counter was dressed, at least for the most part.  There
were a couple of girls sitting topless behind their computer screens
wearing only wrap-around skirts, but they were not all bare-assed naked
like I expected them to be.  I introduced myself and Kelly to the
receptionist and explained that I was there to inquire about the waitress
position.  She told me the restaurant and bar manager was a man named Chris
and that she would call him to let him know I was here.  She suggested that
we sit at a table overlooking the pool area and we heard her put out a call
to him on a walkie-talkie as we located an open table.  As we gazed out
over the pool area, all of my worst fears instantly came rushing back. 
Unlike the office staff, every single person out there was completely and
unequivocally nude.  There were no topless sunbathers here.  There were no
women wearing thongs or guys in those so-called banana hammocks.  There was
no one exercising the "optional" part of the "clothing optional" label. 
Just a sea of naked people of all sizes and ages walking around or swimming
in the buff.

   "This is not exactly what I was expecting," I said quietly as my eyes
continued to take in the gallery of flesh in front of me.  "This boggles my
mind."

   "It is a little overwhelming," Kelly admitted, "but I will give these
people credit.  They obviously have no issues with self-assurance to bare
their bodies like this regardless of their shape or physical condition. 
Maybe we should all be a little more like that."

   "I'm already wondering if we should just ditch out now.  I'm not sure I
can picture myself working in a place like this."

   It's got one thing going for it, though," Kelly replied with a sly
smile. "You would not have to spend much on your wardrobe!"

   We were about to get up to leave when we saw a guy walking toward the
office.  Rather, we both wondered if we were seeing an adonis from a
Renaissance painting heading our way.  He was tanned from head to toe -"an
easy thing to evaluate because he was also completely naked.  He had a
muscular athletic body and a handsome face, but I think our gazes were
fixed more closely on his impressive cock that swung slightly in a teasing
way as he walked.  He was like a bit of male perfection torn straight from
a steamy romance novel.

   "If that's Chris, I don't think we should leave just yet!" Kelly
whispered.

   "I'm with you," I replied quietly, "though I'm not sure it is him. 
Look. He is turning into that front office."

   "But here he is again," Kelly said a few moments later, "and he is
definitely heading our way.  It looks like he just stopped to get a packet
of papers.  Maybe I should apply for a job here."

   I was about to reply when Chris walked over to our table.  As he stood
close to us, his tanned physique was even more impressive, as was his
captivating phallus that was now just a few inches from our appreciative
eyes.

   "I would sit down," Chris began, "but I forgot to grab a towel.  Rule
number one at a nudist resort is that you never sit anywhere without a
towel under you.  Which one of you is Melanie?"

   "That would be me," I said as I reached out to shake his hand.  "This is
my friend Kelly."

   I am guessing that this is your first visit to a nudist resort."

   "It's that obvious?" I answered.  "I will admit that the scene is a bit
overwhelming.  I am already second-guessing my decision to come.  I am not
sure I am ready to be a nude waitress."

   "Actually, the state health department prohibits our waitstaff from
being totally nude, though I confess the "uniform" is still pretty
revealing.  Maybe you would prefer take a quick tour and get more
information before you make your final decision.  It's your call."

   I looked over at Kelly for some guidance, and when I saw her give me a
quick nod, I said, "We're OK with that.  Where do we start?"

   Chris led us down a flight of stairs to the pool level and pointed to a
row of lockers along one wall.

   "You can undress here and put your things in any of the open lockers,"
he said.  The keys are attached to an elastic band that you can put around
your wrist or ankle."

   "We have to get naked for the tour?" I asked.  My head was spinning
since this was all happening faster than I expected.

   "I'm afraid so," Chris answered.  "The resort complex is designated
clothing optional, and if you have time later to explore all of the
facilities, you will most likely see a few people wearing clothes.  But
like every resort like this, guests who use the pools and hot tubs are
expected to be nude.  Since the restaurant and bar are in the pool area, we
have to conform to the rules."

   Kelly and I stepped away for a minute to discuss this new wrinkle in the
plan.  I told her that I was willing to walk away if she did not want to
strip down, and I also offered to do it alone while she waited back in the
office.  After we took a few moments to sort out our feelings and calm our
nerves, we both decided to continue the tour.  We found a couple of empty
lockers and began to undress.

   I should have mentioned before that Kelly is about as Irish as a girl
can get.  Her natural red hair is gorgeous, and it is especially stunning
when it is set next to her fair white skin.  I had never seen her naked
before, and as she slid down her panties and faced us, I was even more
struck by her beauty.  Her skin is flawless, and the wispy triangle of red
hair that was now on view confirmed that this was her natural color.  I
like to think that I keep my body in good shape, but Kelly appeared like a
goddess at this moment, and I realized that I felt just a bit insecure
standing next to her.

   Chris gave us the complete tour.  He pointed out the large communal
showers that faced out over the huge pool, and it was interesting to watch
men and women showering together in the open.  He then took us over to the
restaurant and bar area.  Both were done in a tiki style decorated with
fake palm trees, colorful plants, stuffed parrots, and other items in the
Margaritaville motif.  Now that we were closer to the action, I discovered
what Chris meant when he said the waitresses were not nude.  But they were
not far from it.  The "uniform" consisted of small piece of thin fabric
tied around the girl's hips like a tiny skirt.  The fabric was virtually
transparent and left nothing to the imagination.  Completing the ensemble
was a pair of thin sandals whose only purpose was to protect the feet from
the hot pool deck.

   Chris explained the basic workflow and the main duties of the bartenders
and waitresses.  Since it was just drinks and short order food options, the
responsibilities did not seem very daunting.  Chris pointed out that when
there are job openings at the resort, they get filled very quickly.  The
location has something to do with that, he explained, but the real benefit
is the tipping.  The male guests apparently find the near-naked waitresses
even more captivating than the fully nude resort guests and they tip
accordingly.  He looked us both over again and assured us that we would be
instant hits among the guests if we decided to sign on.

   We spent the next hour touring some of the other facilities.  We watched
a pickle ball tournament, saw a small crowd at the petanque courts, and
stood for a while to admire the beach volleyball players near a large lake
in the center of the resort.  We got some appreciative stares from the
guys, and two of them ran over to urge us to join them.  It's a sure bet
that they were more interested in our looks than our volleyball skills.

   Things got a little more awkward when Chris took us back to the resort
office to speak to the manager.  While we waited in the lobby, two families
were checking in.  While their parents were filling out the forms, two
teenage boys and a girl about the same age were staring at us.  It felt
very strange to be completely naked while fully dressed people were eyeing
us so closely.  For the guys, I am sure they saw us as the essence of their
youthful fantasies.  The girl looked like she was a bit uncertain about the
whole thing and might have been trying to picture herself in our position.
We wondered if this was their first visit and if they knew what experiences
lay ahead during their stay.  After we met with the resort manager
-"another awkward scene since he was also fully dressed -"Kelly and I
looked at each other and motioned to the clock on the wall.

   "I think we better be going," I said as I pointed to the clock.  "Do you
know when I'll find out if I got the job?"

   "Don't go yet," Chris implored without answering my question.  "Stay for
the dance party on the pool deck."

   "Pool party?" Kelly said.  "It looked like a pretty -"how shall I say it
-"mature crowd at the pool today.  It's hard to picture them staying up for
a dance party."

   "It's a totally different crowd on Saturday night," Chris explained. 
"The older set make their way back to their villas and leave the dancing to
people our age.  We get a lot of day visitors from the university and
nearby towns who come to play sand volleyball during the afternoon and
party all night."

   So instead of leaving, we took Chris up on his offer to go back to his
villa.  He introduced us to his roommate, Jake, and the four of us sat
around on their patio for a couple of hours drinking margaritas and
munching on chips and salsa.  We found out that they had lived in the
resort for about two years.  Chris had recently taken over the manager role
at the restaurant and bar after working as a bartender.  Jake was a
personal trainer at a nearby gym and also taught pilates classes at the
resort.

   We were still thinking about the drive home, both since we were both
still a bit tipsy from the margaritas, we decided to stay and walk with
Chris and Jake to the pool.  We could hear the music long before we spotted
the pool area, so we knew the party was already in full swing.  The night
air was a bit chilly, and I was reminded that I had been naked for more
than ten hours.  I had to admit that it was starting to feel natural.  When
we stepped back onto the pool deck, we laughed as we watched of sea of
people doing country line dances -"a whole lot of boot scootin' without the
boots or anything else for that matter.  When we heard the first strains of
the "Cupid Shuffle," we joked that it was like being at a wedding reception
except that everyone was naked.  Chris pulled us into the crowd and we were
soon sliding to the left-to the left-to the left-to the left along with all
of the others.  We spent the next two hours chugging more margaritas and
dancing to classics like Gloria Estefan's "Conga" and doing our best scary
impersonations of Michael Jackson and his "Thriller" routine.  An
unexpected cloudburst threatened to dampen the activities, so Kelly and I
started to look for cover.  The others kept dancing and cheered when the DJ
quickly switched to "It's Raining Men".  We felt like little girls again as
we danced in the rain completely naked and without a single inhibition.

   It was near midnight now and I knew that we were still too drunk to
drive, so Chris invited us back to his villa.  He uncovered the hot tub on
their small deck and all four of us climbed in.  I'm not sure if it was the
tequila or the nudity, but I was as horny as I have ever felt in my life. I
had spent the entire afternoon wondering what it would be like to take that
luscious cock in my mouth, and so I eased Chris up on the edge of the tub
and went to work.  As I was eagerly working over that sweet piece of
manhood with my tongue, I saw Kelly doing the same with Jake.  I could
sense that Chris was ready to come, but I also knew that Kelly wanted to
get her mouth on his cock, so we gracefully switched positions in the hot
tub.  Neither guy seemed to object to having a different girl sucking his
cock.  They both climaxed after a few minutes and they settled back in the
hot water.

   To my surprise, Chris gently hoisted me onto the edge of the tub and
began to return the favor.  He started kissing my breasts and working his
tongue over my aroused nipples.  He continued to work his way down my
torso. When he reached my navel, I spread my legs, hoping that his tongue
would find its way to my love button.  He did not disappoint.  I arched my
back and opened my legs a bit more to invite his tongue a bit deeper, but
instead I felt his wonderful cock sliding inside me.  He had apparently
recovered from his own orgasm faster than I expected, and he was now ready
to bring me the same pleasure.  The combination of the water jets and the
rhythm of his thrusts enhanced the experience, and it did not take long for
me to reach orgasm.

   Meanwhile, Jake and Kelly had stepped over to the outdoor shower next to
the hot tub and were going at it like crazed lovers.  Jake's soapy hands
were sensuously caressing Kelly's breasts while he coaxed her body up and
down his slippery cock.  She was gently massaging his balls with one hand
while clutching his muscular ass with the other.  They climaxed
simultaneously and then stood under the hot water for a few more minutes,
hugging each other with satisfied smiles on their faces.

   We were all pretty wasted by this point, but Chris brought out some
powerful jello shots that we downed quickly.  My head was spinning, so I
lay down on one of the deck lounge chairs.  The next thing I knew, the
morning sun was in my eyes, and I realized that I had spent the night out
on the deck.  I looked over and saw that Kelly and the guys had done the
same.  It took me a few minutes to get the energy to sit up, and when I
did, I spotted Chris walking over with a cup of freshly brewed coffee.  It
would take more than that to stop the pounding in my head, but it tasted
great and I knew it would help.

   "What a night," I said quietly as I sipped a second cup of coffee.  "I
can't believe we did that."

   "My question is, was this just a typical Saturday night for you guys?"
Kelly said.  "Same story, different girls every week?"

   "In my dreams!" Chris said with a smile.  "I won't lie to you.  Jake and
I have had some good times at the pool parties and here on our deck, but
it's hardly a den of weekly orgies as you might imagine."

   "I know it may sound like I am kissing up," added Jake, "but I can
honestly say that I have never been with a woman more beautiful than Kelly.
I can't speak for her, but last night was special for me."

   "It was special for me too," Kelly replied.  "I am very glad that
Melanie asked me to come along on this adventure."

   "Speaking of adventures, we definitely need to get back to get our
clothes and head home," Melanie said.  "I still can't get my head around
the fact that my clothes are in a locker on the other side of the resort
and that I have walking around bare-assed nude for a full day."

   Chris and Jake walked over to the pool area to help us get our clothes
and to say goodbye.  We noticed that since it was still early, the pool
area was mostly empty.  The showers looked very inviting after a night on a
deck chair, so we decided to end our visit there.  Chris and I stood under
one shower head while Kelly and Jake took the one next to us.  We took
longer than normal to get clean as our soapy hands explored each other's
body one more time.  After we dried off and got back into our clothes
again, I turned to Chris.

   "I asked yesterday, but I never got a straight answer from you," I said.
"Did I get the job?"

   "Are you kidding?" Chris replied.  "You had the job the moment I first
saw you up by the office yesterday.  That goes for you too, Kelly, if you
are looking for a part-time gig.  With that red hair and gorgeous body of
yours, you would really turn some heads and make some outrageous tips.  You
and Melanie would be an all-star team here on the pool deck."

   As we drove home, we were already taking about our next visit to the
resort.  I am not sure if Kelly is serious about working there, but I know
I want to give it a try.  I envision many new adventures to add to my Coed
Confidante project.



   COED CONFIDANTE CH.  04

   Melanie participates in an auction for charity.

   I had settled in to the sorority life over the past few months and had
quickly made good friends with many of my sorority sisters.  Still, I did
not think I had done anything to stand out from the others, so I was
surprised to get a text from Nikki, the sorority president, asking that we
get together as soon as possible.  We were able to meet the next day, and I
was surprised when I heard what she had to say.

   "Thanks for getting back to me so quickly," Nikki said.  "The leadership
teams at both the sorority and our partner fraternity had our monthly
meeting a few days ago, and your name came up."

   "It did?" I replied.  "In what context?"

   "We were making plans for our annual charity auction and we all agreed
that you would be a good choice to be one of the participants."

   "Participants?" I asked warily.  "I have never heard of this charity
auction.  What exactly is being auctioned?"

   "Let me explain," Nikki answered.  "Every year, we pick three guys from
the fraternity and three sisters from our sorority to be auctioned off to
the highest bidders.  It's always a popular event and we raise a sizeable
amount of money every year for a charity that we target."

   "What do you mean when you say that these people are auctioned off?  Are
we supposed to do some community service work?"

   "Not exactly," Nikki answered with a guarded voice.  "The volunteers are
auctioned off to be dates for an evening with the people who pledge the
highest bids.  I know that sounds a little kinky, but I assure you it is
all in good fun for a good cause."

   "So why me?" I asked nervously.  "Certainly there are more popular
people than me that would raise more money."

   "It's not so much a question of popularity.  It's more a question of
visual appeal.  I know it does not sound politically correct, but we have
found that the sexier the contestants, the more money we raise."

   "I get the impression that you are not telling me the whole story here,"
I said.  "What does sexy have to do with the auction?"

   "You are right," Nikki admitted.  "I just wanted to gauge your interest
before I laid out the details."

   "Go on," I persisted.

   "Okay, here's the full scoop.  The contestants stand on the stage in the
Little Theater and take turns answering trivia questions.  When the
contestants answer correctly, nothing happens.  If the person gives an
incorrect answer, the contestant who asks the question gets to remove an
article of clothing from the person who gave the wrong answer.  At the end
of every round of questions, the audience members get a chance to bid on
any of the contestants in the auction."

   "How long does the auction go on?" I asked.

   "We continue until all but one of the volunteers has been stripped
naked," Nikki answered in a guarded voice.  "At that point, we tally up all
of the bids and announce the six audience members who have submitted the
winning bids."

   "And what exactly do they win?" I responded in surprise.  "This is
sounding like a nonstarter for me."

   "They win the right to a date with the person they have bought in the
auction," Nikki explained.  "Usually it involves dinner and some
companionship.  I know it may sound intimidating, but past volunteers have
told us they were glad they did it and that they were happy they could help
to raise money for a good cause."

   I was about to decline the invitation and walk away, but I decided to
ask about the charity cause first.  Nikki told me that they were raising
money to help fund a substance abuse clinic on campus to provide counseling
for students fighting addiction issues.  Now I was truly torn because this
is a cause that I support.  I had to decide if the cause was important
enough for me to stand on stage before an audience and risk being stripped
naked in front of them.  I asked Nikki how long I had to make my decision
and I told her that I would think about it.

   Over the next two days, I asked around about the auction and talked to a
few people who had volunteered in past years.  They told me that it was a
very challenging experience but rewarding at the same time.  When I asked
what the winning bidders expected, they confessed that there was an
unspoken understanding that some form of sexual attention was a part of the
bargain, but they also pointed out that nothing violent or kinky was
allowed.  The girls I spoke to said that their dates ended with an
obligatory blow job and nothing more.  I knew down deep that this was the
kind of adventure that my editor was encouraging me to explore, so after
some serious soul searching, I texted Nikki and told her I would volunteer
for the auction.

   On the day of the auction, I reported to the Little Theater to meet the
other volunteers and to learn the details of the evening's events.  The
organizers told us that each of us was to wear only four articles of
clothing, and that we were expected to forfeit one item each time we gave
an incorrect answer.  They explained that the questions were to come from
cards modeled on the Trivial Pursuit format, and that the questioner was
free to choose from six questions on the card he or she selected.  That
questioner also had the right to choose the article of clothing to be
forfeited when an incorrect answer is given.

   As the time drew nearer, I waited backstage with the other five
volunteers as the small auditorium filled with spectators and potential
bidders.  Some computer tech geek had created a smart phone app that
audience members could use to monitor and place bids during the event, and
we learned that the bid totals would be projected on a large screen.  We
also found out that a camera would be trained on each contestant as the
questions were asked, and that the video feed would also be shown on the
large screen.

   "Are you as nervous as I am?" I asked my two sorority sisters Dani and
Kim as we watched the people fill the seats in the theater.  "Is it my
imagination, or does it seems that the three frat guys look more
confident?"

   "I heard that the guys are all selected based on the size of their
peckers," Dani offered with a smile.  "My guess is that they are proud as
hell of their equipment and are relishing the prospect of showing off for
the crowd."

   "I'm already having second thoughts about this whole thing and we
haven't even stepped on stage yet," Kim said.  "I know we all stripped down
during our sorority initiation, but this is more terrifying in front of a
big crowd, especially since all of them are dressed."

   The time came to start the auction, and the six of us walked on stage
and took our places.  The order of questioning would go from stage left to
stage right, and we were positioned so that the guys would question the
girls and the girls would do the same with the guys.  This arrangement also
applied for the stripping component when questions were missed.  After a
few announcements, the auction began.

   I got lucky with easy questions in the first two rounds and was able to
stay fully dressed.  My sorority sisters did not fare as well, and both
were down to their bras and panties very quickly.  My luck ran out in the
third round as Hector, the guy next to me, picked a card and read the
question.

   "This question is from the AL category," Hector said with a sly smile.
"What letter does Jughead Jones from the Archie comic book series wear on
his sweater?"

   "The what series?  What century are these questions from?" I asked with
a look that revealed I did not have a clue about the topic.  "If his name
is Jughead Jones, I'm guessing 'J'."

   "Wrong!" Hector said with happy conviction.  "The correct answer is 'S'.
Let the undressing finally begin."

   I was ready for Hector to pull my tank top over my head, but he went
right to the elastic band of my leggings and unceremoniously pulled them
down to my ankles.  I think he relished the look of surprise on my face,
and he kneeled down to help me step out of my forfeited garment.  I had
worn a lacy bra and panty set since I thought it look better in public than
my everyday undies, but now I realized how revealing they were to the
audience.  I tried to find ways to cover myself without looking too
obvious, but it was hopeless.  I looked over to see my efforts to maintain
some modesty projected on the big screen for an appreciative audience.

   The updated auction bids were again posted on the big screen, and, to my
surprise, I had earned the top bid.  $100 from an anonymous bidder simply
identified as "Hard4U".  Very subtle.

   I breezed by the next round as my fellow contestants were showing more
skin, and I took some pleasure in removing the jeans from the guy I was
questioning.  He was now left with only his boxer briefs, and the obvious
bulge confirmed Dani's theory that the guys were picked for the size of
their cocks.  I continued to answer my questions correctly over the next
few rounds, and I had to smile a bit as my fellow contestants were
faltering.  The two other girls were left standing in only their panties,
and the nervous looks on their faces made it clear that they knew a more
humiliating fate was soon at hand.  One of the guys was already buck naked
and showing off his impressive cock to the crowd like some trophy.  I was
beginning to think I might get off with my wardrobe still largely in place
-"that is until the next round of questions.

   "I think I found one that will stump Miss Brainiac here," Hector
announced to the audience as he picked a question from the card in his
hand. "It's from the History category.  In the ancient Roman Empire, what
was the best chariot route between Rome and Brindisi?"

   "Could you repeat the question?" I asked nervously as I tried to rack my
brain for any tidbits of knowledge from my history classes.

   "It's a simple question," Hector answered in a sarcastic tone.  "Way
back in the Roman Empire, what was the best chariot route between Rome and
Brindisi?"

   I knew I had no chance on this one.  "Caesar's Highway?" I offered as my
response.

   "Wrong again," Hector said with satisfaction.  "It was called the Via
Appia."

   The crowd was cheering now at the prospect of seeing another garment
drop to the stage floor.  Having already lost my leggings in the last
round, I was prepared to lose my tank top this time and so I held up my
arms in expectation.  Instead, Hector dropped to his knees and started to
pull at my lace panties with his teeth.

   "Dude!" I protested loud enough so that most of the audience was sure to
hear.  "The normal play here is to go for the top.  You know, save the good
stuff for later in the game."

   "No way," Hector replied as he released his teeth from my lacy thong and
looked up.  "I have been trying to visualize your sweet snatch ever since I
yanked down your pants, and I am not going to leave anything to chance."

   "But you will probably get your chance in a few minutes.  I would prefer
that you take my top off next."

   "I don't think so, lovely lady.  You seem like a pretty smart chick,"
Hector said.  "There's a decent chance the game will be over before you
miss any more questions."

   With that, he started to grope my ass and run his hands up and down my
legs to see if he could get me flustered.  Then, with his face just inches
from my pussy, he started to pull my lacy panties down.  He paused when the
first wisps of hair were visible, and then slowly revealed the rest of my
blond triangle.  He continued to caress my legs as he eased the thong down
to the floor.  I thought the humiliation was complete at that point, but he
surprised me one more time by leaning in and giving my pussy a short kiss.
By the time Hector had stood up again, the audience was standing and
cheering.  I was left to step out my lacy panties and do my best to cover
myself from the crowd.  Again, the whole spectacle was being shown on the
big screen.

   After two more rounds, I ended up being the clear winner since the other
five contestants were now standing completely naked.  My sorority sisters
were trying hard to cover themselves with their hands and arms, but the
guys looked relaxed and seemed to be happy to put their junk on public
display.  I was also the big winner in the place that mattered most -"the
screen that displayed the final bid totals.  I had been "sold" for $1,350
to the same bidder who had shown interest in me all evening -""Hard4U". 
Once the event was over, we all grabbed our clothes and got dressed again.

   Over the next two days, I nervously awaited instructions from the person
who had bid on me.  I was anxious to find out who this person was and, more
importantly, what reward he was expecting for his generous donation to the
addiction counseling clinic.  When I came back to my room after class one
morning, I found a large brown envelope that had been shoved under my door.
Inside was a single sheet of paper.  The message was simple but unsettling
to me since it directed me to report to a specific dorm room on Friday at
10:00 pm wearing comfortable clothes.  The last line of the message made me
a bit more nervous since it read, "Be sure to bring a blindfold and put it
in place over your eyes as soon as you enter the room." I knew that the
wait until this secret rendezvous with "Hard4U" would seem like an eternity
for me.

   On Friday night, I found the dorm room mentioned in the instructions,
and it was unlocked as promised.  There was no one inside, so I stepped
into the middle of the room and put on the blindfold.  A few minutes went
by and I was getting more and more nervous.  I kept imagining sordid
details of unthinkable acts of rough sex or kinky role playing games, and I
wondered how I had allowed myself to do the auction thing in the first
place.  My worst fears were overtaking my thoughts, so I tried to reassure
myself with the knowledge that my pepper spray was in my purse just a
couple of feet away from where I stood.

   Just then, I heard the door open and a person step into the room. 
Before I could turn toward the door, I detected the sound of the room
lights being switched off.  Then I heard a voice, but it was not a normal
man's voice as I expected.  It was a recorded voice that had been
intentionally doctored to disguise the identity of the man who was about to
claim his reward.

   "Do you have your blindfold in place?" the recorded voice sounded out.

   "Yes, I have it on," I replied nervously.  I heard the light switch
click on again, so I knew that the man was looking at me in a fully lighted
room.

   "Excellent," the mysterious voice continued.  "Do you know who I am and
why you are here?"

   "I don't know your name, I stammered.  "At the auction, the MC announced
that the winning bid came from someone named "Hard4U".  Is that you?  Do I
know you?"

   "Let's just say that I know who you are.  I am a big admirer.  What do
you think is about to happen here?"

   "I'm not sure," I said with a shaky voice, "but I am guessing you want a
blow job for starters and then probably some hotter stuff on the bed.  Why
else would you spend that kind of money on me?  But I'm begging you to be
easy on me.  I did the auction to help a good cause, but I have never done
any kinky sex stuff or bondage.  If that's what you have in mind, I
guarantee you I will rip off this blindfold and run out of the room
screaming."

   It was as if the man anticipated every answer I gave.  I could hear the
tape recorder clicking on and off as we spoke, and every recorded segment
seemed to fit the conversation.  After he assured me that he had no
intention of harming me or forcing me to perform any despicable acts, he
clicked off the recorder and stepped behind me.  He began to grope me as he
kissed me on the back of my neck.  His hands were all over my body, and I
had to admit that I was getting aroused as he slid his hands under my shirt
and gently massaged my tits over my lacy bra.  The feelings intensified
when he slid his hand down my jeans.  His fingers were exploring the
contours of my pussy over my panties which I am sure were getting moist at
that point.

   The man then started to remove my clothes.  He pulled my shirt over my
head and then unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor.  I was
expecting his hands to go for my pants next, but I heard him step away.  A
moment later I heard a quiet click followed by several more in quick
succession.  The sound was unmistakable, and I knew instantly that he was
snapping photos.  I started to protest, but he just put a finger to my lips
as if to tell me not to worry.  That didn't do much to calm my nerves,
though, since I had no desire to find a bunch of nude photos of me on the
Internet.

   The stripping ritual continued as the man unbuttoned my jeans and
shimmied them over my hips and down my legs.  My lacy panties were soon on
the floor as well, and the sound of the camera clicks resumed.  I stood
there completely naked for a few moments wondering what was coming next. 
Then I felt him behind me again.  He pressed his powerful body close to me
and I could feel the large bulge in his pants against my back.  His hands
were gently caressing my breasts as he moved his body slowly against mine.
My mind was still spinning with thoughts of what was to come, but I had to
admit that these sensations were enjoyable.

   I did not expect what happened next.  The mystery man removed my
blindfold and turned me around to face him.  To my surprise and relief, it
was not a mystery man at all.  It was Jason, my good friend from the
fraternity.

   "You shit!" I screamed with a mixture of anger and relief.  "Do you know
how scared I was?"

   "Relax baby," Jason replied soothingly, "I wasn't going to let it go too
far.  Remember you once told me that you wanted to push the envelope with
this Coed Confidante thing?"

   "How about all of your lies?" I pressed on.  "First you told me you
could not be at the auction.  Then you tried to convince me that you did
not care about the fact that I got the highest bid and raised the most
money."

   "I purposely stayed in a corner at the back of the room so you could not
see me," Jason explained.  "I have to admit that I was a bit jealous
watching that Hector guy strip you on stage and grope you like he did. 
Believe me, I was watching him closely and I was ready to step in if I
thought he got too handsy with you."

   "Then there is this whole sham with the empty dorm room and the
blindfold and the fake voice," I said, my voice still shaking.

   "You are forgetting the most important thing that I assure you was NOT a
lie."

   "What's that?" I asked.

   "Hard4U," Jason whispered in my ear as he pressed his body closer to
mine.  "As you can tell, that is anything but a lie."

   I was starting to calm down a bit and I had to admit that his hard cock
felt good as he ground it against my naked body, and I reached down to
stroke him over his jeans.  I wasted no time pulling his T-shirt over his
head so I could feel his muscular chest against my bare tits.  We stood
there locked in a passionate and heated embrace, and I did not want it to
end.  I could feel his bulge pressing even harder against my bare pussy, so
I dropped to my knees and began to stroke the outline of his cock with my
hand.  It took a few moments to undo his belt and tug his jeans to the
floor.  He stepped out of them and now stood before me in his boxers that
did little to disguise his stiff member.

   I think Jason expected me to yank his boxers down and begin to pleasure
him with my lips and tongue, but I was looking for a little revenge first
to pay him back for the hell he had just put me through.  I started to
slowly slide my fingers up and down his legs.  With each stroke, I got
tantalizingly close to his bulging cock, but each time I avoided direct
contact and moved my fingers back down his legs.  Eventually I began to
outline the bulge with my exploring fingers as if I was seeing it for the
first time.  I traced the contours up and down his shaft until my fingers
eventually settled on the head that was fighting to escape the confines of
his boxer shorts.  When I sensed that he could not bear it any longer, I
slid the garment to the floor and took his cock in my mouth.

   When I was convinced that he had reached full erection, I stood up and
whispered, "Whose room is this anyway?"

   It belongs to a senior friend of mine who is away for the weekend, Jason
answered.  "I chose this room because it is a single and I knew we would
not be disturbed."

   "That means we have it all night?" I asked with a glimmer in my eye. 
"If that's the case, I think we should get down to business."

   I climbed up on the bed and positioned myself so that he had full access
from behind.  Doggy style is the position that provides me the most intense
pleasure, and Jason wasted no time kneeling behind me and sliding his cock
into my waiting pussy.  Maybe it was the bizarre foreplay that led us to
this moment, but the pleasure was immediate and intense.  Jason's thrusts
became deeper and longer, and as he worked his magic, I reached back with
one hand and stroked my clit in rhythm with his movements.  When he sensed
my first orgasm, we smoothly rotated into a 69 position and he continued to
work my love bud with his amazing tongue while I resumed my oral
exploration of his cock.  Jason was moaning in pleasure and when he finally
climaxed, we fell back onto the sheets covered in sweat.

   I would have been content to just close my eyes and fall asleep in
Jason's arms, but before we did, he grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the
door.

   "The shower room is just a few doors down the hall," he said with a sly
smile, "so let's get cleaned up before we sleep."

   "Just walk down the hall in the nude and take a shower when others might
walk in on us?"

   "Hey, it's a co-ed floor, so I'm sure we would not be the first people
to strut our stuff on the way to the showers.  Besides, it's the weekend.
There's no one on the floor right now.  They're all out partying."

   And so that is what we did.  We grabbed two towels and walked down the
hall completely naked.  I was relieved to see that all of the shower stalls
were empty, so we stepped into the first stall and turned on the water.  I
reached out to pull the curtain closed, but Jason stopped me and suggested
that it would be more daring to leave it open.  But no sooner had we
lathered up than the door opened and two guys walked in to wash up and
shave.  They smiled when they saw us and settled in at two sinks directly
across from our stall.  They made a weak effort to ignore us, but I could
see that they were staring at me as they watched in the mirrors.

   I tried to hurry up so we could dry off and leave, but Jason wanted to
get back at me for the way that I had teased him before we made love.

   "Can you guys help us to settle an argument?" Jason called out to the
guys.

   "What are you doing," I pleaded with Jason as I stared at him with
disbelief.  "I just want to get out of here."

   "Come over here for a minute," Jason persisted despite my protests.  "It
will just take a minute."

   "What can we do?" one of the boys said as they stepped closer to the
shower stall.

   "I think my girlfriend has had some work done on her breasts, but she
says they are natural," Jason continued.  "I was thinking that if each of
you were to take a feel, you could tell us if you think they are real or
not."

   As is turns out, both guys were perfectly happy to assist in this little
experiment.  Jason nudged me forward and watched as each guy fondled my
breasts.  They were both far more thorough than they needed to be, but in
the end, they both offered their opinions that my breasts were natural. 
Jason thanked them and we dried off and walked back to the room.  We passed
two other students in the hall as we made our way back to the room, but
since Jason was holding both of the towels, all I could do is try to hide
my face as we walked.

   When we got back into the room, Jason could tell that I was about to
yell out in anger again, but he stopped me and smiled.

   "Before you say anything," he said, "you have to admit that you were
aroused to have two strangers grope your beautiful tits.  I could see it in
your eyes."

   "You have already figured me out better than I imagined," I confessed.
"It was kind of a rush to let them touch me.  I knew it would not lead to
anything more since you were right there."

   "So now that we are clean, let's have a drink and then try out that bed
for the night."

   As I was typing out my article for the Coed Confidante project a few
days later, I reflected on how much I had learned about myself since I
first arrived on campus and undertook the assignment.  I had found courage
to explore new adventures that I never dreamed I possessed, and I had met
people who had taken me to intense levels of pleasure that I did not know
were possible.  I wondered what my next adventure would bring.



   COED CONFIDANTE CH.  05

   Melanie's last practice with the men's swim team.

   I knew the day would eventually come, but I was still feeling sad as I
walked to the old gym to lead my final practice with the men's swim team. I
smiled as I thought back to the first practice and my surprise as every
member of the men's team stepped out on the pool deck completely naked.  It
seemed shocking at the time, but I quickly got used to the daily display of
nude athletic bodies and the unabashed way that they paraded their luscious
cocks in my presence during every practice.  I marveled that no two cocks
were alike, and yet they were all captivating to watch as they went through
their training routines.

   I also found myself thinking back to the intensely erotic encounter I
had with Derek in the training room after the first practice, and the
series of steamy sessions I enjoyed with each of the other swimmers after
they feigned injuries one by one to get my special attention in the locker
room and shower.  Each guy had found a clever and unique way to get my
fingers and lips on his raging hard-on after practice, and eventually each
had found his own way of getting me out of my swimsuit and deep into my
warm recesses of my inviting pussy.  I know that some would find the
thought of servicing every member of the team to be unseemly, but as I
entered the pool area for the final time, I knew that I would miss the
delectable parade of male flesh and the special attention that each guy had
showered on me.

   This final practice was structured like all of the others I had coached.
I spent the first half of practice working with the racers as they did
their laps, and then I worked with the three divers at the far end of the
pool area for the rest of the session.  As I watched these three attractive
nude guys working on their dives, I was cognizant of the fact that I had
not been intimate with any of them like I had with the other members of the
team.  They had always been the first to shower and leave every day after
practice, and I had wondered a few times if they were not interested in me
in any context other than the coaching tips I had passed on to them.  As it
turns out, I could not be more wrong -"they simply had a different plan of
attack.

   I think the three divers were my favorites of all the guys on the team,
maybe because I had been a competitive diver myself and I could relate to
their challenges better than I could with the racers.  Rory was the tallest
of the three, and his fair white skin looked even more striking when he
emerged from the pool dripping with water.  Emilio was Hispanic, and his
darker skin created a beautiful and eye-catching tableaux every time he
stood motionless on the diving board before each dive.  Tim was the oldest
of the three.  He had a powerful build that was a product of years of
swimming laps, but he had switched to diving to make use of the skills he
had mastered as a gymnast.  As I sat there watching them perform their
dives in the nude during my final practice with them, I was reminded again
about the incredible beauty of the human body.

   "Coach Melanie," Emilio called out, pulling me out of my brief reverie.
"It's your last day with us.  Will you do some dives for us?"

   "I'm not sure that's the best way to use these final minutes of
practice," I called back.  "The conference meet is tomorrow, you know."

   "We know," Rory jumped in, "but we have been doing the same routine for
weeks now.  I'm not sure a few more reps is going to make a big difference
at this point."

   "Rory's right," Tim added as the three of them approached me on the pool
deck.  "We talked about this before practice, and we all agreed that we
want to see you dive one more time."

   I looked over and noticed that Coach Cooper and all of the other
swimmers had already gone into the locker room.  "Looks like practice is
over," I said with a hint of relief.  "It's time to call it quits for the
day.  Sorry."

   "The other swimmers cut practice short today on purpose," Emilio
persisted.  "We talked to Coach C.  and he said that we would have the pool
to ourselves now."

   "But it's been so long since I practiced any of the dives I used to do,"
I stammered.  "I'm afraid I would just make a fool of myself up there on
the board."

   "That's bullshit, Coach Melanie," Tim said forcefully.  "First, you have
been giving us tips up on the board for three weeks now.  We all know you
can still do it.  Second, we heard that you have been working on your dives
over at the Women's Rec Center recently.  We just want to see what you have
been practicing."

   I could sense that I had been cornered, and I also knew that a part of
me was actually tempted by the prospect of showing off some of skills in
front of these guys.  I half-heartedly tried again to talk them out of
their request, but they were insistent, so I slowly made my way over to the
one-meter board.  I grabbed the rails on the ladder and started to step up
when I heard Emilio yell out.

   "No swimsuit," he said simply.  "Birthday suit only, please"

   "I can do the dives just as well in my swimsuit," I answered nervously.
"Is it the dives you want to see, or is this just a ploy to see me naked?"

   "This from the lady who has watched us practice completely naked for
four weeks," Rory countered.  "This truly sounds like a double standard to
me.  To answer your question, I think the answer is both."

   "What if Coach Cooper or the other swimmers come back out?" I replied
weakly.  "That would be pretty awkward."

   "Give it up, Coach," Tim said.  "This has all been worked out ahead of
time.  We know what you have been doing with the other swimmers after
practice.  We have been patiently biding our time, but we are ready for
some special time with you."

   I wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but I could tell that I was
outnumbered and out maneuvered here, so I quietly nodded my consent.  The
three guys all stepped closer and watched with eager anticipation as I
grabbed the straps on my swimsuit and started to pull it down over my
torso. They all whistled when my tits came into view, and they held their
rapt attention as I pulled the suit over my hips and down my legs.  I had
done the same thing for the other swimmers before, but I somehow felt more
vulnerable out on the pool deck with three observers.  I balled up my
swimsuit and tossed it over by the wall.

   The prospect of showcasing my dives while fully nude was still a bit
daunting for me, but one thing I had discovered about myself over the past
few weeks is that I lean a bit toward exhibitionism in situations like
this. As I started to step up on the ladder, I spotted what I think was a
video camera near the back wall and mostly hidden by a pile of towels.  I
was tempted to call out to have them put it away, but then I changed my
mind.  I figured it was harmless and that it might give them something to
remember me by.  As I was adjusting the diving board fulcrum with the foot
wheel, I looked over and smiled when I saw my three pupils sitting in a
tight half-circle on the pool deck right next to the board.  They were each
holding their phones and were obviously ready to capture my performance on
their own devices as well.

   "What's your first dive going to be?" Emilio yelled out.

   "Inward 1 and ½ somersault.  Pike position," I answered with a smile
and I stepped to the end of the board.

   "Smart choice!" yelled Rory.  "Start with something of lower
difficulty."

   Truth be told, I had a different reason for my dive selection.  By
starting in the inward position, I would be facing away from the water
-"and facing toward my very attentive audience.  I held my pose at the end
of the board for a much longer time than normal to give the three guys the
show that they had been fantasizing about for weeks.  After the long pause,
I began my bouncing move and completed the dive.

   I noticed one thing immediately when I knifed into the water.  The
sensation was different -"and surprisingly pleasant -"than all of the dives
I had ever done while wearing a swimsuit.  The water felt wonderful against
my skin, and I was starting to understand why so many people like to swim
in the nude.  I realized one more advantage as I swam toward the edge of
the pool.  All divers, especially females, learn that they have to make
adjustments to their swimsuits before pulling themselves out of the water
to maintain what little measure of modesty they can in the revealing
competitive suits.  They generally have to pull the clinging fabric out of
their ass cracks after the force of entry into the water, and girls always
have to check to be sure that a breast has not been uncovered during the
dive.  I did not have such worries today, and it felt invigorating to pull
myself smoothly from the water.

   "8.5!" shouted Tim as he held up a homemade card with the score.

   "8.5 here too," said Rory as he revealed his score.

   "Really?  Scores?" I replied with a laugh.  "I thought this was just a
friendly exhibition."

   "You guys are too easy," Emilio remarked with a big grin.  "I gave her
an 8.  I thought the pike could have been a bit tighter, and the entry was
a shade off vertical.  Other than that, the form was beautiful.  And so was
the diver!"

   "I can see where this is going," I said.  "Since you are getting
technical, my next dive will be a Reverse 1 and ½ somersault in the tuck
position.  I really was not expecting to hear my coaching advice to you
being turned right back on me."

   For the next half hour, I did a series of dives that I had done
competitively many years ago, and each one was met with applause and scores
from my judges.  I did a variety of dives in the inward, reverse, and
forward positions with varying degrees of success.  I was ready to move to
the three-meter board to try a few more, but Emilio took my hand as I was
moving toward the higher board.

   "Thank you for doing your dive program for us, Coach Melanie.  You are
more beautiful this way than any of us imagined."

   "I'm prepared to do a few on the higher board," I replied.  "There are a
few that I can only do from the three-meter."

   "We actually have something else in mind," Tim said.  "Practice time is
over, and it is now time to get cleaned up."

   "We want to send you off with a celebration," Rory added.

   I had a pretty good idea of what they had in mind since I knew they had
heard the stories of my special sessions with the other swimmers, but as we
walked slowly back to the shower room, my mind was reeling.  I had once
pleasured two guys before and I had enough hands and enough lips to keep
them both happy, but I was not sure how I was going to pull this off with
three guys.  The looks in their eyes told me that their expectations were
high, and I did not want to disappoint them.

   As soon as we stepped off the pool deck and into the communal shower
area, we did a quick check to be sure that all of the other swimmers were
gone.  The place was quiet and empty, so my three divers set their plan in
motion.  They soon had warm water flowing from the showerheads and then
they all converged on me to start covering me in soapsuds.  Tim was the
oldest and strongest, and he took charge as he gently guided me against the
wall.  He pressed his body against mine and I could feel his hardening cock
pressing against my pussy.  The other two guys were standing nearby
stroking their cocks in anticipation, so I signaled them to come closer.  I
whispered to them that my tits needed some attention, and as they leaned in
to kiss my nipples, I slid my fingers up their legs and began to stroke
them in unison.  Tim's raging erection was still throbbing as he pressed
close and struggled to penetrate me, and the sensation of his wet soapy
body sliding against mine was wonderful.

   I felt Tim's fingers slide smoothly between my wet pussy lips.  He found
my love button and worked it gently in rhythm with my soft moans.  When he
sensed I was really feeling it, he eased his hard cock inside me and
pressed deeper.  Rory and Emilio were still massaging and kissing my
breasts as I worked their cocks as best I could in this position, but I
knew they would want a turn in Tim's position too.

   The two slipped away when they sensed that Tim was ready to climax, and
they came back a few moments later with a pair of yoga mats that they had
found in the other room.  They laid the mats down under the shower spray
and eased me away from Tim now that he had shot his load.  Emilio lay face
up on one of the mats and held my hand as I straddled him and eased my body
over his stiff shaft.  I was as aroused as I can ever remember as I felt
his thick member slide deeper inside, and as I looked up, Rory had set the
second mat on the floor and had kneeled down so that his engorged cock was
just a few inches from my face.  I leaned forward and pulled him closer so
that I could take him in my mouth.  After a few awkward lurches, we
developed a soothing rhythm as I slid my pussy lips up and down Emilio's
penis while I worked Rory's shaft with my lips and tongue.

   I smiled when I felt both guys quiver in ecstasy just before they
climaxed, and a few moments later, we were all lying on the shower room
floor panting and catching our breath.  Amazingly, even though I had just
enjoyed a string of powerful orgasms, I was still aroused and began
stroking my pussy with my soapy fingers.  My friend Emilio took note and
began working his way over my breasts and down my torso with his lips and
tongue.  I let my legs part slightly when he reached my navel, and he
quickly switched his position.  He gently pulled my fingers aside and
replaced them with his tongue.  Rory and Tim slid to the floor and began to
stroke my tits and kiss my nipples that were now standing proud.  I have
had guys go down on me before and I have always enjoyed it, but I had never
reached this level of arousal before.  Maybe it was the warm water spraying
down on me or the fact that three guys were all pleasuring me at once, but
I was soon writhing uncontrollably on the wet mat.  I did not know that
orgasms could be so intense, and my three lovers were intent on making this
the most unforgettable moment of my life.

   Rory and Tim continued to work my nipples with their tongues and Emilio
was trying to finish me off by using his finger to stimulate my clit.  I
was moaning loudly now and squeezing my legs together to be sure that
Emilio did not pull away.  My pleasure was intense now, and I was rolling
from side to side with my legs still clenched on Emilio's fingers as they
continued their pleasurable assault.  As I reached my final orgasm, I gave
one last moan and then relaxed my legs as I lay back and let the warm water
envelope me.

   None of us spoke for several seconds, but then Emilio rolled over and
whispered in my ear.

   "We hope you liked your going away gift from us," he said with a smile,
"though I am not sure who got the best of this deal."

   "This was amazing," I replied quietly.  "These past four weeks have been
unbelievable for me, but this may have been the most unforgettable part of
it all.  I am going to miss working with all of you."

   "My only regret is that we did not demand from day one that you had to
be naked on the pool deck just like us."

   "I was thinking the same thing," Tim added, "though waiting until now
made this an even more awesome experience.

   "Well, you do still have the video from my diving performance to let you
relive the day," I replied.  "I don't have that, so I will have to rely on
my memory to remember how much fun it was to watch you practice in the
buff."

   "Are you planning to come to the conference meet tomorrow?" Rory asked.
"I think I might be more inspired if I saw you sitting in the front row
near the diving well."

   "Of course I will be there," I answered with a grin.  "And I guarantee
that I will be picturing each of you naked as you pose before your dives.
After all, it is the only way I have seen you dive."

   "I would do the same with you, "Tim offered, "but I'm afraid the
resulting hard-on would be a little distracting as I stood there in my
diving Speedo.

   "Thanks for being a great coach," Emilio added.  "It's going to be a
drag having to go back to working with Coach Cooper."

   With that, we laughed as we stood up, turned off the showers, and went
to dry ourselves and get dressed.  I assured them that I was the one to be
thankful to them for making the experience so special.  As promised, I
cheered them on the next day at the conference meet, and I was proud that
each of my divers scored personal bests at the meet.  I'd like to think I
had something to do with that.

   A week later as I was going through my notes and writing the first draft
of my Coed Confidante article related to my coaching internship, I heard a
knock on the door.  One of my sorority sisters handed me a disc and said
that a guy had come to the front door with it and asked me to get this to
you.  I smiled the moment I put the disc in my DVD player and hit the
"Play" button, because the first thing to come up on the screen was the
diving area of the pool at the old gym.  There was no action for a few
moments, and then I watched as Emilio, Rory, and Tim walked out of the
locker room completely naked, just as they had done for four weeks while I
coached them.  They had taped an entire practice for my pleasure, and I
smiled as I watched them perform for me.  I was about to hit the "Stop"
button when it looked like the practice was over, but then a caught a
glimpse of the three guys again.

   I watched as they passed the camera around so that each guy could pose
one last time for me.  They took turns posing like they were in some kind
of bodybuilding competition as the camera panned slowly up and down each
beautiful body.  When the show was over, they propped the camera up on the
diving board, grouped closer together, and smiled as Emilio told me that we
are now even and that I have video memories to match the ones that they had
shot days before.

   As I went back to work on my article, I knew that I would probably have
several new and interesting adventures ahead, but I also realized that it
might be hard to top the chance to work with a whole team of gorgeous naked
male athletes who allowed me into their lives for a full month.  Before I
continued writing, I picked up my phone and sent a quick text to my editor
to thank him again for lining up this unique and exciting assignment for
me.