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 ï>¿My Exhibitionist Best Friend by skkta

   My Exhibitionist Best Friend Pt.  03

   I push Emily into modeling nude for a much larger group.

   Two weeks later and I had seen Emily naked 3 more times.  Good average.
We had sketch sessions both Saturdays where Emily and Zoe and I posed.  And
we had naked Emily hangout sessions one Sunday, where we just hung out and
talked about anything we could.  I had made no progress getting her to open
up more about the exhibitionism.  She had obviously decided to not share
anymore and that the being naked around us was enough to satisfy her.  That
was frustrating after hearing so much, but I understood it.  I needed to
find a way to push her back into it.

   That week, out sketchbooks were collected again for midterm review. 
Aside from the figure drawing, we all had worked hard on drawing more.  So
unsurprisingly, we all got good marks when we got the books back.  I'll
admit, we had gotten pretty ok at drawing people.

   We had another sketching session on Saturday.  This had really just
become a standing appointment, because I knew Emily wanted to be naked and
seen, and I wanted to see.  Laura and Zoe were always there and hadn't yet
started to question why we were doing this so often.  The grade pressure
was a good reason.  I wondered if they needed to know the truth soon
though.

   Laura and I arrived at the dorm front door just as someone was leaving,
so no need to call Emily to come get us.  We made it to her door and
knocked, yelling "It's us."

   To our surprise, the door was cracked opened and Emily's head popped out
to quickly scan the hallway.  Then she opened it wider and we were met by
the sight of a naked Emily, acting as if there was nothing out of the
ordinary at all.  She ushered us in, ignoring our surprised faces and
closed the door quickly.

   "So getting a little more comfortable with the nudity then I see,"
started Laura.

   As she finished, Zoe walked into the living room.  She was also fully
naked.

   "We are having a nudist apartment weekend!" Zoe said energetically to
answer the question.

   Emily then explained "We got to talking recently about how much more
comfortable we've been getting with our bodies after all this sketching,
and about how we had that week last year with the AC issues and how fun
that was, and I guess somehow after talking for a while, we decided we
wanted to try out a weekend without clothes and see how it goes.  So we
started once we got back from our classes yesterday afternoon, and are
going to try to make it until Monday morning."

   "Sounds like fun" I said first.  With my extra knowledge of the
situation, I had no doubt that Emily was the one to come up with this idea.
"But how were you planning on letting us into the building then?" I asked.

   "Good point.  I guess I was going to have to just text someone else
around here to go let you in.  Claim I was sick or something," Emily
replied.

   "I told her that she should just streak down there naked and let you in
herself" joked Zoe, causing everyone to laugh and Emily and I to make
knowing eye contact.  If only she would actually do that.

   After some more talking, the sketching began as normal.  Both Emily and
Zoe posed for us, since they were the nude ones.  We'd gotten fairly
professional and routine with this at this point, so there wasn't much
talking going on.  We had fallen into a routine of traditional poses as
well, except for Emily who always seemed to find new ways to shape and
twist her body, frequently in ways that showed off as much as possible. 
There were at least one or two poses that provided a full pussy view for
all.

   When finishing and packing up, an interesting conversation started. 
Laura asked about how Emily was coming up with such unique poses and the
explanation soon led us to Zoe saying that she had been trying to convince
Emily to get a job posing for the art department.

   "I don't know, I'm just worried that would be such a big step up from
posing for just a couple close friends.  I'd be too nervous I think," Emily
said, acting timid.  Ha, sure, I thought.  Emily would love that, but she's
trying so hard to not seem too excited by the idea.

   "You really are good at it!  And it's good money and such a low pressure
situation," replied Zoe.  "It's perfect for you.  I just need to take you
to a class one day and let you see how it works."

   "I'll think about, ok.  I'm sure that once I was doing it, I would be
fine and like it just as much as this, but I'm just having trouble getting
myself to actually do it.  For now, I'm just happy with doing this, ok?"
she said back.  That sounds familiar.  It appears that this budding
exhibitionist is content as an apartment nudist for now.

   After a couple more minutes of socializing, it was time for us to leave.

   That night, I texted Emily, "You really should try out that modeling
thing.  I know you would love it.  Think about how many people would see
you naked if you did it for a whole year!" I thought that I would be able
to talk her into it with talk like that.

   But she really did resist at the idea.  "No I really do think I'd be too
nervous about it.  It'd be just too many people.  I mean, the most I've
been around at once has been 3 or 4 people maybe.  This would be a whole
class.  I don't know if I'm prepared to do that."

   I didn't push it anymore and actually didn't speak to her again for a
couple days.  No Sunday naked hangout because she wanted to spend some
nudist time with Zoe.

   A big event in the turning of Emily's exhibitionism happened on Monday.
After our class together, I happened to run into our teacher on the way out
of the building.

   "Hey Ben, glad I ran into you, do you have a quick minute?  I've been
meaning to talk to you about something," he said to me when we saw each
other.  We stepped over to the side of the sidewalk to talk and I
definitely was wondering where this was going to go.

   "I'll be quick.  I had a question about the great figure drawing studies
you and your friends have been doing for the sketch book.  Are you using
photos from online or did you get an actual model from the art department?
I've noticed that the majority of the students this year that have been
trying to do figure studies have been having a lot of trouble, except for
your group, so I was wondering what you were doing right."

   Hmm.  What should I tell him.  Not the truth obviously.  "Oh well we've
done some of both.  We actually did have a model for some of it, one of our
roommates is in the art department and was able to help find us a model.  A
live model really made it a lot easier," I replied, deciding that was close
enough to the truth without incriminating our actions.

   "I assumed so.  I would bet that most everyone else is drawing from a
picture and struggling.  One other question then: I've been thinking about
hosting a sketching session with a model one day after class to help
everyone else out.  Could you possibly get me in contact with that model
you've been using?  I tried through the art department, but because of
something with their pay system, I have to find and hire the model myself."

   "Oh, yeah the model we used.  Um I can see if I can get her info and see
if she's interested," I answered, not really sure what to say.

   "Great, that'd be very helpful.  It'd be paid of course and we have a
flexible schedule, so whenever she is available.  Thanks Ben," he said as
he started to walk away.

   I think I just signed up an imaginary art model for our class.

   I guess I could just tell him that the model we used wasn't interested
in posing for the sketch session.  That would be kind of strange though to
refuse to do what you normally do for the art department.  Could I convince
Zoe to do it?  Possibly, she said she had done it before.  Then the most
obvious and appealing situation crossed my mind.  Emily should do it.  She
knows what to do, she is good at it, and she would absolutely enjoy it.  I
could only imagine the pleasure she would get out of being naked in front
of our whole class and everyone studying every detail of her body.

   How would I go about doing that though?  There was very little chance
that I was going to be able to talk her into it.  No, this was my chance to
push her a little bit, so she definitely can't know.  But like I noticed
that first Sunday, I think she is susceptible to being told what to do if
in the right situation.  I can make this happen.

   Soon, I sat down to write an email to our teacher to respond to his
request.  I had figured out my plan.  My email outlined that the regular
model we used was going to be unavailable for the next couple weeks, but
that we had an alternative for him.  During our sketching sessions, Emily
had gotten interested in potentially becoming a model for the art
department and had practiced posing for us once or twice.  After some
thought, she decided that she would be willing to pose for the class to get
some real experience.  She suggested Monday afternoon next week if
possible, but her schedule was flexible.  I had cc'd her on the email,
letting him know to get in contact with her for the specifics.  Of course,
that was not actually her email.  Yes, I made a new fake email account so I
could set this all up for her.  A little lie, but on the way to getting
Emily the exposure that I know she wanted.

   Our class was on Monday's and Wednesday's, so I waited to send the email
until Wednesday afternoon so that he couldn't talk to her about it in
person.  After a little bit of second thought, I sent the email.  It was
happening.  He quickly replied, first to both of us on the first email and
to 'Emily' separately to talk details.  The good news was that Monday was
going to work.  He was able to book our normal classroom for 5:00pm, after
the end of all the normal classes for the day.  He would send out an email
to the class to advertise the optional session, but would not mention who
would be the model at my/Emily's request, saying that I was nervous about
anyone knowing ahead of time.  That was key so that this could remain a
surprise.  And best of all, Emily was going to get paid and get extra
points on an assignment for this.

   On Thursday, the email for the event went out to the class.  It outlined
that many students had not had the opportunity to sketch from a live model,
so this was a chance to try it out and improve their sketches. 
Unsurprisingly, I heard from Emily fairly quickly, though there was no
suspicion yet.

   "You see the email about the sketching session next week?" she texted.
"Funny, I guess no one else decided to just draw each other."

   "Ha yeah I saw it.  It's a good idea," I replied.  "I think I'll go,
always could use more practice."

   She texted back "Wonder if it'll be a guy or a girl?  I assume he got a
model from art."

   I laughed to myself before replying "Good question.  Guess we will find
out Monday." I then changed the subject, and we didn't talk about it again
until the weekend.

   We decided to skip sketching for the weekend, since we would be able to
do it on Monday.  I avoided talking about anything related to modeling or
exhibitionism with Emily to make sure I didn't accidently make her
suspicious about something.  It worked, and suddenly it was Monday, the
very eventful day.  I had been debating with myself about how I was going
to tell her, but eventually decided to do it just about as late as
possible, meaning right before our teacher would be able to talk to her in
person.  I was sure that he would want to speak with her after class to go
over what was happening.  So I decided to let her know literally right in
the middle of class.

   Our class was at 10:30-11:30.  It began with a reminder about the event
that afternoon and a show of hands suggested that about 15-20 people would
be there, or about half the class.  Pretty good numbers I guess.  At about
11:15, I sneakily sent a text to Emily that I had previously drafted.  I
nudged at her to check the message.  It read:

   "Emily.  There is something important you need to know about the
sketching session this afternoon: You are going to be the model.  I helped
set it up and volunteered you to do this.  I know you want to do this and I
want you to do this.  Our teacher thinks that you willingly volunteered. 
Play along.  And try to have some fun with it.  Sorry, but I decided I
needed to make this a surprise so you couldn't back out."

   I watched her face as she read, and saw the sheer panic set in as she
went.  This was a much more intense version of the face as the one I saw
that weekend when I told her what to do.  This was a face where I was less
sure she would go through with it.  Once she was clearly finished reading,
I saw her close her eyes and take a couple deep breaths.  I also saw her
follow that up with a death glare at me.  But then not much else, so I
could not get a final reading on what would happen.

   As expected, at the end of class, Emily was stopped to talk to our
teacher.  I held up in the hallway to wait for her.  When she finally came
out nearly 20 minutes later, she walked right by me, but then stopped to
allow me to catch up.

   Her first words were "I really don't know what to say to you right now.
But that's because I really don't know how I feel about what just happened
right now.  Did I actually just talk to our teacher about being a nude
model for him?"

   Ok well this could have started worse I guess.  I was hoping for a
positive reaction.

   "I really don't know if I should be furious with you or thank you for
that.  And I'm not going to know for a while I think.  Seriously, I can't
believe you did that Ben.  This is an insane situation.  I should never
talk to you again for that.  But after sitting and thinking for a few
minutes, I think you are right with the part about me wanting to do this. I
hate that I just said that.  But I think it is true.  Oh god what am I
doing."

   Ok so a lot of mixed emotions right now.  That's what I expected.  I
hoped for a super positive acceptance, but knew that this was the realistic
response.

   "Emily, I'm sorry for going around you like this, but I wanted to do
this for you and knew you wouldn't allow yourself to do it.  I had to do it
after hearing your stories.  You're going to love this," I told her.

   She looked like she knew I was right but wouldn't admit it yet.

   "I...  need to go I think," she responded.  "I need to prepare for
this."

   We then parted.  I was glad to hear her not rejecting the idea.  I guess
she could have theoretically talked her way out of it with our teacher.  To
hear her say she needed to get ready made me know she was going to do it. I
had classes the rest of the afternoon, distracting me from thinking more
about it.  I assume thought that she couldn't think about anything else.

   I arrived at the classroom half an hour early, surprised to be the first
there.  Our teacher arrived soon after to set up chairs and a stand, and
then a couple students started drifting in about 15 minutes before.  No
Emily yet.  I was surprised to see Zoe show up even though this wasn't her
class.  She must have been told about the situation, making me a little
nervous that she would confront me about it.  But she didn't approach to
talk, she just sat and prepared.  Then 10 minutes before, Emily arrived. 
Whew.  She was wearing a silk robe and socks and I assumed nothing else. 
Apparently, she had actually been here already and just getting prepared in
another room.  That makes sense.  She also never came over to talk to me,
but other students in the room did notice her state of dress and start to
chatter.  The room was set up with chairs in a 270 degree semicircle around
a small stand at the center.  A typical drawing setup.

   At 5:00pm, our teacher called for attention and started talking about
the sketchbook project and why sketching is so valuable.  The same sort of
stuff the semester started with, but now he was able to directly talk about
the value of figure drawing from a live model.  After going on for a little
too long, he asked if we were all ready to begin.  He went over the time
rules, similar to what we had been doing.  At that point, I counted 16
people in the room, or 11 people that had not previously seen Emily naked.
This was going to set a record.

   He announced that we had a gracious volunteer from our class to do the
modeling today, and that it was Emily, confirming the suspicions of those
in the room that guessed it when she walked in.  Some chatter, but not
much. She walked up to the stand at the center of the room and climbed up.
I saw her look all around the room and take a couple deep breaths, just
like she did that first day.  It was happening.  Even though I had seen her
naked a couple times by now, the setting made this all the more thrilling
to see.

   One last breath and she pulled away the robe, dropped it, and stood up
in a pose.  Emily was now naked in a room full of people.  And there was
absolutely nothing wrong with it.  Her pose was traditional and
conservative for her taste.  Her pose also directed her to look directly at
me, making eye contact immediately.  I admired her body for a moment, but
then returned the eye contact, almost in a way communicating with her about
all the emotions I was sure she was feeling.  The first sketch lasted 5
minutes.  She never broke the eye contact.

   When time was called, it was right into the next pose.  No breaks like
we do.  She was to do four 5 minutes poses to start the session, then a
break, then two 10 minute poses, and then a 15 to end the event.  Time
moved quickly though all these poses.  She was obviously able to wrap up in
the robe during the breaks and sit down, but she never came over to talk.

   Since I didn't need the sketch practice as much as most, I used my time
to study her body and see other's reactions to the situation.  She was as
stunning as always, with her perky tits pointing proud and her freshly
shaved vagina.  It even looked like she was wearing a little makeup and had
worked on her hair.  I guess she decided she wanted to look good if she was
doing this.  Most everyone else was fairly focused on the sketching. 
Plenty of people were taking long breaks to study and admire, but that was
obviously necessary to the process.  No one looked unhappy though.

   Before we knew it, the buzzer went off for the end of the last pose. 
Emily pulled on her robe and swiftly exited the room, I assume to go get
dressed.  As we were cleaning up, I bumped into Zoe.  "Hey, funny to see
you here," I started, hoping this would go well.

   "Oh yeah, well Emily told me this afternoon that she had volunteered for
this, and wanted some support, so here I am!" she replied, showing no sign
of anything being wrong.  "I'm proud that she was able to do this" she
continued.  "Like I'd been telling her, she's pretty good at it."

   Interesting.  So Emily had played along, even to her.  That was a good
sign.  Eventually I left and went back to my dorm, having never actually
seen Emily.  I ate dinner, I worked on a project, I put the day's events
out of my mind.

   At nearly 10pm however, I got a text.  From Emily.  "Can we talk?  In
person?"

   Hmmm.  "Yeah absolutely.  Now?  Do you want me to come to you?" I texted
back quickly.

   "No, it's too late for you to get in my building.  Can you meet me at
the benches by the student center?  Should be quiet there right now."

   "Ok, I'll be there in 10 minutes" I sent back.  No response.  I was
optimistic that she wasn't mad at me, but a little unsure.  Her lack of
hints scared me.  I could be walking into an attack, but I'd have to get
there to find out.

   But when I arrived just about 5 minutes later, she was already there and
stood to greet me.  Before I could say anything, she gave me a big hug,
holding on.  Then I heard her softly say "Thank you Ben."

   When we separated and sat down, she continued "Ben, I have a lot of
thoughts going through my head right now.  But I'm going to start by saying
that you were right.  Tonight was the most terrifying and most incredible
moment of my life.  I was naked in front of my classmates and it was ok and
I survived!  I mean, that's the kind of thing that only happens in
nightmares, but it happened to me tonight and I loved it and I felt
invincible.  And you did that for me."

   "Oh Emily, I'm so glad to hear that.  After your reaction, I was afraid
I went way too far and fucked up," I said.

   "No no Ben, don't worry.  Well you did go way too far but it was what I
wanted and would never have let myself do, so it's ok."

   We laughed.  This was going well.

   "I really can't describe to you how it felt up there.  Up until even
right before, I wasn't sure if I was going to go through with it, I thought
about just faking sick and running away.  But then I started and it felt
just as right as it is when we do it in my apartment.  I knew I could get
through it and would be glad I did it.  It obviously satisfied some build
up exhibitionism that I'd been avoiding.  That was the most amount of
people I've been naked in front of, and instead of feeling ashamed and
scared about it, I just want to do it again and again.  So anyway, I'm just
trying to say thank you for doing that."

   "That's fantastic, I really did think you would love it once you were in
the moment.  I'll be honest, I felt a little bad about how I got you in
that position though.  But now that you've gotten what you wanted, no need
for me to do anything like that again I guess.  So you don't have to worry
about another surprise." I said this assuming that was what she wanted to
hear.

   "Um well Ben, that gets to the other thing I wanted to talk to you
about," she replied nervously.  "So um, when we talked a couple weeks ago,
you said something that has stuck with me all this time.  You offered your
help if I wanted to do something like this.  I said that was crazy at the
time." She paused.

   "After the experience today, I've think I have decided to accept.  Today
didn't satisfy the crazy fantasies I have, it reignited them stronger than
ever.  I don't think I can avoid it now.  And if this is a thing I'm going
to be doing, I want and need your help with it.  So you might be needed to
get me into some of these situations again, if you are willing of course.
So what do you say, want to help me be an exhibitionist?"

   I almost didn't believe what I was hearing, and paused probably too long
before answering.  But I finally said something.  "Absolutely, I can help
you do whatever you need.  No complaints here with you being naked whenever
you want.  I'll be happy to be there."

   "Good, I assumed you would be willing.  Thank you, seriously," she
answered, giving me another hug.  "Here's your first thanks," she said as
she quickly lifted up her shirt to flash me her tits.  "You got a good look
at these earlier today, but I think you're going to be seeing a lot more of
them soon," she joked while I stared, literally unable to comprehend the
situation I just fell into.

   "Ok, well that covers everything I needed to talk to you about," she
said as she pulled back down her shirt.  "Walk me back to my building?" she
said.

   We strolled back, not really talking anymore about the exhibitionism
after deciding that I should come by her room tomorrow afternoon to talk
about it more.  I left her at her building and wandered for a couple more
minutes to process what happened.  It truly was a day I had never expected.
There were to be many more to come.



   My Exhibitionist Best Friend Pt.  04

   I force Emily into her first big exhibitionist adventure.

   I don't know how I got myself into this situation.  To recap: my best
friend has decided she might be an exhibitionist.  I've seen her freely
naked at least half a dozen times of times in the last couple weeks.  And
she wants my help to start living out her exhibitionist fantasies.  What
kind of dream situation have I stumbled into?

   These were my thoughts while I was laying in bed the next morning after
my late-night meeting with Emily.  It was basically all I could think about
during my classes that day too.  I saw her a couple times and we both acted
casual, but I just pictured her standing there in class as naked as I know
she wanted to be.  I knew that I wanted to keep the discussion about this
going, to make sure she didn't change her mind.  So during the last class
of the day, I was going to send her a text about meeting up to talk again.

   But she beat me to it.  "Can you come over tonight to talk more.  Does 8
work?" she texted.

   Of course I could.

   I sent her a text when I got to the front door, but strangely it was Zoe
who soon arrived to let me in.  She told me that Emily was in the shower
and asked her to meet me at 8.  Zoe let me into their dorm room, but then
she had to run to study at the library, leaving me alone to wait.  But not
for long, as I then got another text from Emily.

   "Come into my room."

   Hmm.  I opened the door, expecting her to be there in her room but
instead heard her call out "Hey Ben, I'm in the bathroom, come in here." No
shower sounds to be heard.

   I slowly pushed open the cracked door to see Emily.  In the tub.  Taking
a bath.

   "Hey come in Ben, sorry I just came back from the gym and wanted to
relax, but also wanted to talk more.  You can sit up on the counter if you
want."

   She was sitting up in the tub, boobs out of the water, but as the water
was clear, I could see everything below as well.  I'll admit she did look
pretty comfortable and relaxed.  The nakedness shouldn't have been unusual
at this point, but as I continue to see her in new situations, it continued
to be a thrill for me.

   "Oh I can wait if you want to finish up," I offered, expecting the
answer that then came.

   "No I'm fine, lets talk here.  Not like you haven't seen this before,"
she laughed, making her little tits bounce just a bit.

   "So," she continued, "have you changed your mind about what we talked
about last night?"

   "Of course not," I replied.  "I'm completely willing to help in any way
you need me!  Your going to have a real struggle changing my mind at this
point." As I said that, I scanned down her body and back up.  What a sight.

   "Excellent.  Well then, I've been thinking more all day about what
exactly I want out of your help.  I know that you offered your help with
the idea of actually helping me go streaking and stuff like that, but after
that stunt with our class, I realized that I need more from you," she told
me.

   She continued, "I guess I didn't tell you the complete truth that day we
talked.  After I got caught streaking, I really did scare myself off of
doing anything else like that.  But I didn't mention that I actually did
try again, a couple times actually.  I wanted to do it again so bad, and in
a really weird way, I wanted to get caught again somehow.  But I just
couldn't force myself to do it.  I would go walk at night with the
intention to try it again, but I would chicken out and give up.  That
happened a couple times over the next year.  Each time I talked myself up
but it didn't happen."

   "Well that makes sense," I said.  "You had a pretty intense experience,
it'd be hard for anyone to push themselves into that again."

   "Right.  So I eventually decided I just couldn't do it, and put it in
the back of my mind.  Until it came back with the figure modeling stuff. 
That was enough of a struggle to push myself to do, but it happened and I
was happy with where it was.  To be fully honest with you, I really like
being naked in front of you.  I like how you look at me.  It was enough for
me."

   I blushed and looked away at first before remembering that she wanted
the stares.  So I looked back.  "Oh really?" I joked.  "You don't just
normally take baths in front of your friends?" Now she blushed.

   "I'd have been happy just being nude around here all the time," she
continued.  "I've gotten really comfortable around you and Zoe and Laura.
As you can tell.  But then you changed it all when you volunteered me for
that class.  I...  was terrified and embarrassed and overwhelmed and I
loved it all so much.  It was the exhibitionist high I've been looking for.
And it was something I'd never allow myself to do, but because you
volunteered me, I didn't have the choice to back out.  I had to push
through the fear.  And that is what I need from you.  I need you to help me
do the things that I'm too scared to do.  Does that make any sense?"

   It made complete sense, and confirmed my suspicions from that day where
I was able to tell her what to do.  She wants me to make her be an
exhibitionist.  But I wanted her to tell me exactly that.

   "So Emily, are you asking me to basically force you into doing crazy
exhibitionist things that you're too scared to do?"

   She looked back at me and after a moment said, "Yes that's basically it.
I know that's a lot to ask of you, and I know this is super strange, but I
think you're the best person to do it.  I mean, you're really the only
person who can do it since you know so much.  So do you think you can do
it?"

   This was a no brainer.  Emily was about to hand over her exhibitionism
to me, and I was going to take advantage.  "Like I said before, of course!
You're stuck with me now," I told her.  "But.  I think if we are going to
do this, we need to talk about how this will work.  If I understand you
correctly, what you really want is to not have a choice about what you do,
am I right?"

   "Well yeah basically, if it is something you think I want to do.  If I
have a choice, I'll never do it.  At least right now, maybe once I get more
confident with this, it'll change," she replied.  She seemed pretty
confident while sitting naked in the tub, but I got the point.

   "So then we need to set up the most important rule right now.  If I tell
you to do something, you have to do it.  If you think you can back out,
it'll never work.  I'm only going to tell you to do things that I know you
really want.  Sounds good with you?" I said.

   "Um well when you say it like that, you make me nervous.  But yes, I
think that is what I want.  But I mean, there are definitely some things
that I definitely can't do, no matter what you say."

   "Right, so that leads to the first question.  Now is the time to set up
your exceptions.  Tell me now what is off limits, and I promise that I'll
never make you do it.  But anything else is fair game," I told her.  I was
very interested what she would include.

   "Oh wow.  Good that you bring that up, but now I've got this pressure to
not miss anything.  Ok, um, well speaking generally, #1 is that you
absolutely positively cannot get me arrested.  Ok?  Um also nothing that
will permanently damage my school reputation or career prospects.  I can't
let this mess up my future.  So no being naked in class either, ok.  Also,
you can't make me be naked in front of family, that would be far too hard
to explain.  Maybe same thing for close friends that don't know about this.
Oh and of course nothing that would put me in danger.  Um I feel like there
should be more on this list, but I think that is all I can think of for
now. Can I add more later?"

   "Depends what you want to add.  But maybe.  Ok well I promise to avoid
all of those.  Ok so the other thing I need to know is what you do want to
do.  If you want me to push you, I've got to know what you want to try. 
You did mention some fantasies at one point," I said, trailing off and
hoping for more specifics.

   "Oh right.  Good point.  Hey let's pause and move to my room, I've been
in the tub too long," she said as she stood up out of the water.  Naked,
she reached for a towel and started to dry off in front of me, and then led
me back into her room with the towel wrapped up in her hair.  Otherwise,
she continued her nudity, and sat up on the bed.  I sat in her desk chair.
She sat crossed legged, flashing herself to me like she always does.

   "Ok, back to the rules," she said.  "Yes I have some fantasies, but not
many that don't contradict what I just told you.  That's the problem.  The
super crazy ones would definitely ruin my future or get me arrested, so
those are out.  The general scenario for most of the ones that are left are
being naked in front of as many strangers as possible without getting in
trouble, if that is even possible.  Streaking, being a model in front of
even more people, going to a nude beach, stuff like that.  I just want to
be naked in front of other people and have them look at me and not have to
deal with any consequences of it.  Does that make sense?  I know that's
difficult.  I'm not sure that I want to get too specific with you past
that, I kind of want to be surprised.  I trust you to do what you think I'd
want.  As long as you don't break the rules, I think I'll be ok with it."

   "Ok, so you want surprises.  And you want people.  And no consequences.
I can do that," I said.  "If you have more ideas, let me know.  And if
there is something that you want to do but you don't need my help to do,
obviously feel free to go for it yourself.  I can still help if you need
it. Next question, how often do you want to do this and how much notice do
you want?  Do you prefer true surprises?"

   She replied, "Uh well if you give me too much time, I'll over think it,
so maybe a little notice but not too much notice.  And I'll be naked
whenever you want, as long as it doesn't get in the way of classes and
homework.  I mean, it can't take over my life, so be reasonable, but if I
want to do it, I will."

   "That makes sense," I replied.  "Ok one more thing.  I don't think
you're going to like this one, but this is officially your first order so
you have to do it.  I want you to tell someone else about all this.  I
think that having more people in the know will make this easier.  So tell
either Zoe or Laura about the exhibitionism and about what we are doing. 
Your choice."

   She looked back surprised, clearly not expecting that.  "I don't know if
I can do that.  It was enough of a challenge to tell all this to you."

   "Yes I know, but I want you to and I think you want to also.  I mean
both of these girls have seen you naked quite a few times, it's not going
to be that shocking," I said.

   "Um good point.  Ok well let me think about that.  I'll do it in the
next couple days, ok?" she replied.

   "Sure.  Well, I think that covers everything I think we should talk
about for now," I said.  "And I need to get some work done tonight, so I
should head out."

   "Ok sounds great.  Thank you Ben, really.  I think this will be exactly
what I want.  And I hope you get some enjoyment out of it too," she said
while smiling.

   "Yes I think I will," I said, smiling back.  "I'll start coming up with
some ideas and let you know what kind of adventures you're going to get
into soon!"

   She walked me to the door, where I told her "You know, you should just
walk me to the door like this.  I'm sure no one would mind that much." I
was very curious what she would say, since that was definitely something I
wanted her to do eventually.

   She looked at me with the fearful realization that she just agreed to
give me the power to make her do exactly that.  But all she said was "Not
today.  Start me off slow, ok?" She gave me a big, long, naked hug.  And I
left, mind racing with ideas.

   Later that night, after getting some homework done, I texted her again
with another order.

   "One more order for tonight Emily.  Send me a picture of yourself.  Full
body, frontal shot, face visible.  Obviously, naked.  No need to worry
about me doing something with it that you wouldn't approve of."

   It only took her 2 minutes to respond with a picture exactly like I
asked for.

   "That was fast" I texted back.

   "It's an easy picture to take when I'm already undressed," she sent
back. Then she followed that up with "I've never sent a naked face pic
before.  But I trust you."

   Fantastic.  It was a great picture.  Smiling face, looking right in the
camera, everything visible.

   "I'm glad you trust me," I texted back.  "I'm going to push you but you
can always trust me."

   We didn't talk much the next day or two, at least not about our deal. 
Friday morning though, Emily texted me to ask if I wanted to have dinner
with her and Zoe that night.  So I assume this means that the secret had
been shared.

   I met Emily at the student center, unfortunately clothed, for us to grab
some dinner and go back to her dorm to eat.  I asked her if she had done it
yet on the walk back.

   "Um, no I haven't actually.  But that's why you're here.  I'm doing it
tonight, and I wanted you to be there.  You're kind of an important part of
this now," she told me.

   Interesting.  I wondered how this would go.

   We sat and ate and talked normally for a while.  It was good to
socialize, especially with Zoe, who I didn't know that well outside of our
sketching situations.  Soon though, it appeared to be time for the talk. 
While still sitting around the table, Emily found a break in the
conversation and said "Hey Zoe, I need to tell you about something,
something about what Ben and I have been doing."

   Zoe immediately said "Oh, I already know you two are fucking if that's
what you wanted to say."

   "What!" exclaimed Emily immediately.

   "Yeah it's not that hard to tell.  I mean, why wouldn't you.  You two
have all kinds of sexual tension, plus with the being naked in front of
each other.  Good for you guys.  I'd be fucking Ben too if I was in the
same situation."

   "Wait, stop Zoe.  That's not it.  Were definitely not doing that!" said
Emily quickly.  She was definitely blushing.

   A lot of feelings happening right now.  Sure, I'd be lying to say I
hadn't thought about Emily and I having sex, even before the nudity began.
The urge has only gotten stronger recently.  And did I just hear that Zoe
wants to have sex with me too?  And Emily is blushing at the idea of it
too, what does that mean?  Seriously, what kind of insane situation have I
gotten myself into.

   "I promise that's not what I wanted to tell you," continued Emily.

   "Well I'm honestly surprised to hear that," said Zoe.  "You two have
been together a ton recently, and here alone a lot.  Seemed obvious."

   "Uh well the thing I need to tell you does involve Ben, and explains all
that," Emily said cautiously.  "So it's all hard to explain, so I'm just
going to say it.  You know how I'm pretty comfortable being naked?  Yeah
well I've recently realized that I'm not just comfortable with it, I like
it.  Like really like being naked.  Around people specifically.  And well.
Ok.  Basically, I've realized, with the help of Ben, that I'm an
exhibitionist."

   Before Zoe could say anything, Emily stood up and pulled her dress over
her head.  Naked of course.  She sat and waited for a response.  This was a
planned move.

   "Well well well.  Not actually that surprised to be honest," said Zoe,
seemingly completely ok with what just happened.  "You get naked way too
often for you to not like it that way.  I mean you really are naked a lot
Emily.  This makes a ton of sense now.  Plus, you have definitely told me
before when you get super drunk, I just wasn't sure it was the truth."

   Emily laughed but was also shocked.  "Wait what?  I've told you before?"

   "Well a couple times when you've been at your drunkest, you've talked
about hating that you have the wear clothes, so I assumed there was
something going on with that," Zoe replied with a laugh.

   "Oh wow, wish I knew that," Emily said as she trailed off in thought. 
But she continued, "I'm telling you all this because of what happened on
Monday, with the posing for class.  So I didn't tell you the truth about
that.  Ben had figured out my secret and decided that he needed to push me
into doing something crazy.  So he volunteered me for that without me
knowing.  I only had a couple hours notice, and I really wasn't sure if I
would end up liking it, but I really did.  And maybe this sounds super
stupid, but it kind of made me want to keep on doing crazy exhibitionist
things.  I just like being naked in front of people, it's the best feeling
in the world to me.  So I enlisted Ben to help me keep on doing scary
things.  And we decided that you should know also.  Ok so that's it.  You
are caught up.  Don't hate me please," she said with some embarrassment and
nervousness.

   "Ha wow Emily.  Like I said, can't say I'm completely surprised with how
you've been acting, I mean I think I've seen you naked more than my last
few boyfriends combined.  But I guess good for you for doing what makes you
happy, even if it is a little unusual.  No kink shaming here.  Well feel
free to be naked around here all you want," she said.

   "I'm glad your so ok with this," Emily responded.

   "Zoe, actually part of the reason that we wanted to tell you was because
we might need your help with some of this too," I said.  "Emily asked me to
help push her into situations that she'd be too scared to actually do, like
what I did with the posing.  I've been starting to have some ideas but
decided I might could use some assistance."

   Zoe looked confused.

   "Actually, could we talk in private for a second, I need to ask you
something?" I told her.  I needed to get specific with her.

   "I'll just go in my room, knock when you're done," Emily said as she
jumped up.  I guess she could figure out why I needed to talk privately.

   When alone, I told Zoe a little more about my talks with Emily, how
Emily needed me to push her, and what I had started to plan for her first
adventure.  I had been working on this plan all week, and it definitely
needed a second person to work.  Luckily, once fully explained, Zoe seemed
more willing to help as needed.  I had to fill her in about just how much
Emily wanted this, but it eventually made sense to her.

   I knocked, Emily returned, and the conversation continued.  No more
specifics were discussed though, I decided that Emily should have no hint
about what she would be doing soon.  The conversation mostly ended up being
Emily retelling some of her past exhibitionist stories.  I was glad it
included the streaking story, because that would be the inspiration for
what would come next.

   After a night of talking and dinner, I decided it was time to leave.  As
before, naked Emily walked me to the door.  Before she could hug, I opened
the door wide and took step out.  I then told her "Step out here for a
goodbye hug.  That's as far as I'll make you go tonight."

   She stayed standing back from the doorway, watching me and the hallway
and thinking.  She listened for a moment and I told her that the hallway
was clear.  Then she took the step and grabbed me and I grabbed back.  I
pulled her out to make sure she was fully in the middle of the public
space. I whispered "Anyone could walk out of their door right now and see
you."

   She whispered back, "I know."

   After a moment I let go and she returned back into the doorway.  I told
her to consider that a warmup and I left.  It was time to finalize the plan
for Emily's second streak.

   Wednesday morning.  It was time to start putting the plan into action. I
had asked Emily over the weekend what nights she was free during the week,
playing it off as if we could just hang out.  She probably was able to
assume why I was asking, but unfortunately, I needed to know, so she got
just a bit of warning.  And that was all the warning she was going to get
until just an hour or two before her adventure that night.

   I had been planning with Zoe after our talk Friday, and I think we put
together a pretty solid plan for Emily's first big exhibitionist breakout.
It was absolutely going to terrify her once she found out what she'd be
doing, but I knew it would be one she would look back on as a good memory.
It also was no where near as far as I wanted her to go.  Honestly, it was a
little basic, but it would do.

   For Emily, the night began a little after 6pm, when I sent her a text
and an email with instructions.

   "Emily.  Time to have a little fun tonight.  Check your email for some
important info."

   The email first contained a link.  I wish I had been able to see her
reaction when she opened it and found her naked picture on reddit gonewild.
The day before I had created an account for her and posted the photo she
sent, with her head cropped out of course, protecting her identity.  The
title "I'm a new [f20] exhibitionist.  Should I go streaking through my
college campus tonight?".  The post had 56 comments when I sent it to her
and nearly a thousand views.  The comments obviously were positive and
encouraged her to go for it.

   The rest of the email was my instructions.

   "From the post above, I assume you can figure out what you'll be doing
tonight.  I'm going to tell you as little as possible about this, but I
promise you will enjoy it.  I'll be by to pick you up from your building at
8:30.  Zoe will tell you what to wear and what to bring."

   She never actually responded, but I knew from texting Zoe that Emily saw
it all and reacted well, though very nervous about the unknown of what she
was doing.  Zoe was to instruct her to wear a pair of shorts, a dark
t-shirt, tennis shoes, and nothing else.  She also was to hand her a
drawstring bag with some stuff in it she would need.

   I parked near her building early.  I had spent a couple days on the
plan, and actually had walked it the night before at the same time to see
how it would go.  When I walked up to the building right at 8:30, she was
already waiting, obviously a little fidgety with nerves and excitement. 
She hugged me and I led her back to the car, not really saying much at all
to her about the plan.  I decided to hold the secrets until as late as
possible, telling her when she asked that she would find out soon.

   We drove over to the engineering side of campus and pulled into a
service parking lot behind one of the older buildings.  This was near the
area of her first streak, but a couple buildings away.  Very few cars, but
one of them was Zoe's.  She was standing to the side and waved when we
pulled up.

   When we were parked and got out of the car, I finally began to tell
Emily what was happening.

   "So I guess you know what you're going to be doing soon," I started. 
"For your first big challenge of our new arrangement, I want you to finish
the streak that you started, and do it right this time.  That's why I'm
here and why Zoe is here.  The plan is to have one car at the start of the
route, and the other car at the end ready to drive you away.  No need to
worry about someone getting in the way of you getting back to your clothes
this time."

   She looked a little relieved at that comment, but the nerves were there.

   "You and I are going to walk the route right now while Zoe drives to the
other end," I said.  "Then, we will walk back and it'll be your turn to do
it all again, undressed."

   "You want to be an exhibitionist, well we're going to give it to you,"
added Zoe with a smirk.

   "It's 8:50 right now," I said, looking at my phone.  "In about half an
hour, you are going to be locking your clothes in my car and making a run
to the other end.  Ready to walk?"

   "Wait, I have questions," interjected Emily before we could get going.
"I would start by saying I don't think I can do this, but I know I don't
have a choice.  So aside from that, isn't it a little early to be doing
this?  There are still going to be people out?"

   "Isn't that the point?" I replied.  "You're only an exhibitionist if you
get seen.  A classroom of people saw you last week, and a thousand saw that
picture today.  You can do this."

   "Ok," she said softly.  "But do I get my mask back then?  You said I was
completing that streak."

   "Nope, no mask.  An exhibitionist doesn't need a mask," I replied.

   "No way!  Someone will recognize me!" she said, slightly frustrated with
the unexpected twist.

   "No they won't, not if you keep running and don't look back at anyone. I
promise the naked girl part will be infinitely more attention grabbing than
your face.  But I will give you something to help, ok?  Open the bag you
brought."

   She opened the drawstrings, and pulled out a baseball cap and a pair of
sunglasses.

   "That's what you get for tonight," I told her.  "That will be good
enough for what you want.  No other option.  So lets get going, I want to
stay on schedule."

   "Wait, how am I supposed to wear sunglasses and see where I am going at
night?" Emily asked.

   "You have a point," I responded.  "Well I'll let you decide if you'd
rather wear them for the cover and not be able to see, or go without them.
Let's go."

   I started walking away, forcing her to follow.  Zoe drove off to meet
back us at the end of the route.  The planned path was about 2.5 times
longer than the one she originally planned to run, and it crossed the same
courtyard that she originally had trouble in.  If she ran the whole way,
it'd take about 3-4 minutes.  I felt like that was a sufficient challenge,
but not too far too soon.

   I led her on the route, slowly and casually.  Very little talking,
because I could tell she wanted to pay attention to her surroundings.  We
left the parking lot, walked up one main pedestrian path, crossed between
two buildings, and then hit the courtyard.  This was halfway.  As we
crossed it, she grabbed my arm and said "Ben I don't think I can run
through here.  I can't do this here again.  Can't I do this somewhere
else?"

   I reminded her that the deal didn't have any way to back out.  This was
what she was going to do tonight.  I had my reasons to make sure she stuck
with it.

   We continued between the buildings on the opposite side of the
courtyard, past where she started her first streak, then walked down
another pedestrian path, and then finally entered another parking lot. 
Specifically, the parking lot with the bush she hid in.  Zoe was parked
right in the middle of the lot.  There were a few more cars here too, but
not many for it being around 9pm, maybe just a dozen in a large lot.

   "So how'd the walk go?" Zoe asked when we walked up.

   "Well we passed about a dozen people.  So I'm pretty terrified.  But I
want to do it," Emily replied.

   "Well that's good to hear, since it is just about time to start.  So Zoe
is going to be right here waiting for you.  Let's head back.  Zoe, Emily
will be back in about 10-15 minutes," I said before we started walking.

   Just a couple minutes later, we were back at my car.  It was 9:20. 
Right on schedule.

   "Emily, are you ready?"

   She nodded.

   "Ok.  You are going to wait here for 5 minutes while I go take my place
to watch.  I want to see you on the way.  When you're ready to start, you
are to remove your clothes, put on your hat, and stuff the clothes through
the cracked window of my car.  Once they're in, your only option is to get
to Zoe's car.  Take the route we just walked.  Understand?"

   She nodded again.  She had the same focused and emotionless expression
on as when she was about to pose last week.

   "Ok.  Good luck.  I'll be watching on the way.  See you soon," I said as
I walked away.  I walked directly to the buildings by the courtyard area,
where I knew the best experience would be.  That was because there was a
surprise for Emily on the way.  I felt just a little bad about not giving
her any kind of warning, but I knew it would make it so much sweeter for
her.  The surprise was that I found out that there was an engineering study
group in one of those buildings that ended at 9:15 each night.  If it was
like last night, there would be people wandering out of the building and
hanging around the courtyard at that time.  She'd be running right through
it.

   I sat on a bench where I could see her approach to the courtyard and
waited.  There were about 7 people hanging around.  It had been a little
more than 5 minutes and started to worry that she'd been too scared to
start.  But then I saw her coming through the darkness of the path between
buildings.  That area still covered her well, so only I could see as she
made her way with a solid jog.  The hat was on and nothing else.  The hat
did help, with her hair pulled up and face in shadow, it would be hard to
identify her.  With her run, her little tits kept up a solid bounce, which
was entrancing.

   From where she was, she couldn't see the courtyard occupants either,
which was great.  She stopped at the edge of the light between the
buildings and I could see her taking a deep breath.  She couldn't see the
group ahead.  Then she started running.  I stood up so I could follow at a
distance and see her reaction once the people were revealed.

   Just as soon as she cleared the building corner and ran into the main
area, the people were directly in her view.  And some of them saw her too,
slowly.  I think she physically jumped at first, but didn't really break
stride and kept going.  Good girl.  She put her head down and pointed it
away from the group of people that she started to run by.  They absolutely
noticed now, creating likely the same situation as her first streak.  I
hear a couple yells, a whistle, saw someone scrambling to get out their
phone.  There was laughter once she was past, but no followers.

   But she continued on and so did I, rushing to keep up with her without
full on running.  I could see her keeping a good pace as she passed between
the buildings, nearly running into a couple that just walked out of the
door.  They definitely got the best look at her yet.

   On the final main pathway, she passed by 2 or 3 more people, one of
which I don't think even noticed her rush by.  She made the final turn into
the parking lot, which marked the end but also probably the most revealing
part of the run, because it was the most open and the most well lit.  She
had to run about 30 yards to get to Zoe's car and she was incredibly
visible.  I'm sure for her it seemed like the longest stretch, but she
quickly made it to the car and yanked open the passenger door and dived in.
She made it.  It had been just about 3 minutes and she was seen by just
about a dozen people.  Good start.

   The car quickly drove off, headed to the meeting place we decided on.  I
can only imagine how she was acting in the car.  I'd see soon.  I walked
back to my car and headed to the meeting place too.

   It was an isolated parking lot on the other side of the campus, chosen
just in case there was a follower on foot when she got in the car.  But
Zoe's car was alone when I arrived.  As soon as my car was off, Emily
popped out of the car, still naked.  I expected her back in clothes to be
honest.  She skipped over and gave me a big hug, saying "I can't believe
what happened back there Ben, it was so great!  I streaked past like 20
people!"

   "I'm glad you enjoyed that, since that's just the start for what I want
you to do soon.  That was nothing," I told her, hoping to elicit a positive
response.

   "How are you going to top that Ben?" asked Zoe innocently, no idea how
far I wanted to take this.

   "Oh don't worry, I have ideas.  No hints.  Emily is always going to be
surprised," I replied.

   "That's great with me," said Emily with excitement.  "If it's as great
as tonight was, I'll do anything you tell me to do!"

   Emily seemed like she was on an exhibitionist high, with no fear or need
to cover up, even though we were still out in public.  At that moment, Zoe
handed Emily a dress that was brought for her, telling her it was probably
time to cover up and go back to the dorm.

   She resisted at first, but agreed.  She got dressed and said goodbye
before getting back in the car and heading back.  I went back to my dorm as
well, but got a text from Emily almost before even getting back from my
room.

   It appeared urgent.

   "Holy shit Ben, something crazy just happened.  Call me."

   Um ok what could this be.  She was very positive about the night just 20
minutes ago.  So I called.

   "Hey Emily, what's up, what happened?"

   "Ben!  This is crazy and I can't believe this just happened.  But we got
back to our room and had a note from our RA on our door to come see her. 
So we did first thing.  And we walked into her room and she just looked at
me for a second, and then she said 'So Emily, why exactly did you go
streaking tonight?"
   Oh shit.  We got caught.