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 ï>¿Nicole's Revenge on the College Life Model. by FunKelly

   Nicole's Revenge on the College Life Model.17

   As the three of us were walking towards the main building, I could feel
the stares, and hear the clicks of the camera phones of the many clothed
people around us, as I mostly looked down.  Their stares were penetrating
both my flesh and my psyche, as we walked on.  "Intimidating" is not a big
enough word to describe how those stares felt.  "YUP" Intimidated and
Humiliated, that's how I was feeling.  Tina and Jill's presence kept
everyone at bay, as we walked to the front doors of the main campus
building.  I of course, was still completely naked and exposed to all those
around.

   We entered the doors to the college campus' main building.  Just moments
before, I was thinking I might have a quick and easy scamper to the
security of the third floor art classrooms, and my clothes.  It was not to
be.  As we entered the main hallway of the building, I walked into an
flurry of flashes and clicks from the phones of the crowd that had
assembled in the hallway.  Many I'm sure were getting their class schedules
and such for the upcoming school year, but there were also many who only
came to get some last minute photos of the girl who dared to be 'The Only
One Naked' at the college's 'Welcoming Event'.  It was during this
'Paparazzi' like experience, that I was approached by a reporter from the
local news paper of the small college town.

   After going to school there for the last year, I knew everyone in town
read that paper.  It was everywhere you went.  Every store, restaurant,
laundry mat and gas station.  Everywhere!  In fact, I read it often!  It
also had an editorial segment that was famous for it's attempt to embarrass
any of the locals who may not agree with the paper's owner, on a variety of
issues.  Professors Sullivan and Turner knew the woman and remained by my
side as a show of support, but I was falling apart emotionally.  As I was
about to crumble from the weight of the exposure and humiliation, Tina
stepped in front of the woman, then sarcastically stated, "Hello Susan. 
Scoops coming hard for you these days?  I believe we have a college
newspaper.  There's no story here".

   The woman was set back, but only for a moment.  She then replied, "Hello
Tina.  There's a naked college student standing behind you.  It may not be
a story worth writing about, so let's just call it my own personal
curiosity", with an obstinate expression on her face.  Even with the
teachers and Tina around me, I knew I was doomed to be even more shamed and
debased in public, by the woman.  Holding back my tears, I searched for
Nicole in the crowd, hoping she would rush to my rescue with my robe.  She
was nowhere in sight.

   Susan forced her way passed Tina, then stood in front of my naked frame.
As she looked me over, (Camera crew in tow) I kept repeating in my head,
"Karen.  You are a professional Life Model.  If there was ever a time to
act like one, it is now!", as the urge to cover my shame, and run away was
becoming more and more acute.  "So.....You're Karen", Susan said, in a
ridiculing tone.  "You are aware you are naked, right?", she asked. 
Somehow, I summoned my inner fortitude once again, and replied, "I have
been life modeling for an art class.  How my robe was misplaced, I can not
tell you.  So if you'll excuse me, I am going to return to the art studio
upstairs".  as I walked passed her, then down the hallway through the
crowd, to the staircase at the end.

   The crowd that had gathered in the main hallway was so large, it was
impossible to make my way through without brushing against the fabric of
their clothing.  The contact with the many types of clothing materials
against by naked flesh, along with the cold tile floor beneath my bare
feet, was a constant reminder of my public nudity and shame.  Many in the
crowd were questioning me from up close about my public exposure, as I
attempted to get passed them without responding.

   One male college student whispered in my ear, as I tried to make my way
passed him, to the doors leading to the stairs, which were still at least
forty feet away.  "I bet your pussy is sweet and oh so very tasty.  There's
nothing like a clean shaven mound", he said, as he looked right into my
eyes.  My heart beat seemed to stop and I began to blush, as I could feel
the burning of my 'Beet Red' skin, brought on by the utter shame and
humiliation.  For a split second, I found myself unable to break my eyes
from his gaze.  Tina, along with Professors Sullivan and Turner, help me
force my way passed him, as Tina said, "Time's up Romeo".  We then made it
to the stairway doors and up to the safety of the third floor art
classroom.

   There were a few people scattered on the staircase, along with some on
the third floor, most taking impromptu pictures of me in my nakedness.  I
entered the art classroom to find a laughing Nicole, holding out my robe,
while saying, "I guess you won't need this anymore".  I was completely
aroused and my pussy was soaking wet from my encounter with the male
college student only moments before, I couldn't stay mad at her.  The walk
from the outdoor posing area to the classroom might have been the ultimate
in shame and humiliation, but it was also invigorating, if not
intoxicating.

   I put my clothes on and attempted to relax in the company Nicole, Tina
and Professors Sullivan and Turner.  Professor Akers had already returned,
and was in the adjacent classroom, preparing for next week's art classes. I
borrowed Nicole's baseball cap and sunglasses, as we headed down to the
first floor, on our way to my uncle's condo.  Tina and the two professors
had left a few minutes earlier.  Tina had my assurance that I would pose
nude in some undisclosed locations for her seniors photography class, while
Professor Turner had gotten me to agree to take an hour long psychology
class, in the nude, so she could document the students reactions, which
might lead to others during the year.

   Nicole's attempt at revenge for my actions on the beach, so many years
ago when we were just kids, had led to an abundance of well paying job
opportunities, that would make my college life financially more secure,
even if I was going to be naked most of the time.  I had no idea how I
would be treated by the other students, once classes began next week, but
was unable to deny I was turned on by being the 'Only One Naked' in a group
of clothed people.  It would be only a short time until I found out how I
would be received by all of those who had seen me naked, and taken photos
of me, at my most vulnerable.
   THE END