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 ï>¿The Nude Pioneer by AvoidingRealWork

   The Nude Pioneer Ch.  01

   Julie takes advantage of some changes in the law.

   "...therefore this court finds that Constitutional protection of freedom
of speech extends to clothing, or the lack thereof," Justice Baxandall
said, reading the majority opinion of the Supreme Court.  "The rights
guaranteed to all United States citizens in the First Amendment include the
right to be nude."

   And with a bang of the gavel, the United States of America became a
clothing-optional country.

   Of course, the 5-4 ruling changed American life not a whit.  Decades
earlier, top-freedom became a right for all women in New York State, but
this didn't lead to swarms of busty young college girls baring their
breasts on Coney Island.  Life in this country went on as usual.  Very few
people exercised their rights on public beaches.  Oh, rumor had it there
were some beaches in California and Florida where a few odd characters
would strip off.  Naturist groups established several beaches and parks
where public nudity was customary, but this was always done with the
greatest of sensitivity towards the "prude" population at large.

   The United States was just as conservative as it had always been, but an
entire generation of Democrat presidents (Hillary, then Obama, then
Gyllenhaal) had stocked the judiciary with liberal judges.  Ironically,
this was seen as part of the legacy of George W.  Bush: Americans were
frightened for decades of putting another Republican in the White House. 
As far-out as the courts were, however, the people hadn't really changed.
Social pressure kept the U.S.  from turning into the European Continent,
just as social pressure kept women's bikini tops from coming off in New
York back in 90's and 00's.  Without pioneering souls willing to expose
themselves to potential public outrage and ridicule (and simply to expose
themselves), these new rights would exist in theory only.

   I certainly was not going to be the one to put them into practice.  Or
so I once thought.

   About five years after that famous Supreme Court ruling in Harper Valley
Township vs.  Doe, I was a senior in high school.  My name is Julie
Johnson, or J.J., as my friends call me.  Five foot eight, auburn hair,
glasses, and a slender but curvy body I kept hidden under loose clothes. 
It wasn't really the style at the time, but I was more interested in being
noticed for my mind than for my body.  I had a 4.0 GPA, had applied to
Harvard, Yale, Northwestern, and nearby Wisconsin (as my fallback), and
wasn't about to let boys or sex sidetrack me on my road to success.  My
ambition was to go to law school and make millions of dollars as a
corporate attorney.

   It was an unusually warm March evening (thank global warming for that)
and I was celebrating my eighteenth birthday with my best friends Lana and
Sarah.  Lana was five foot four, just a bit chubby, with brown hair and
blue eyes.  Sarah was a knockout, about my height but much thinner, with
long, straight, black hair and dark brown eyes, contrasted with pale skin.
She had a tiny nose and thick, full, pouty lips.  I always envied her
looks, despite the fact that I wasn't bad to look at, either.  Looking
back, in those days I equated beauty with thinness, not understanding the
appeal of a large bust and round, full ass.  I was the last of the three of
us to turn eighteen.

   It should go without saying I wasn't much of a social butterfly in those
days, only having two friends over for my eighteenth.  Sarah, very much the
popular girl but a loyal friend since kindergarten, offered to round up a
bunch of her friends for a "real" celebration, but I actually preferred a
more intimate time with a couple of close friends to large group of people.

   Running out of stuff to do at home, we decided to take a walk around our
sleepy northern Illinois town.

   "J.J., I'm bored," Sarah said.  "We should do something wild and crazy.
Get you out of your shell."

   "I don't know what," I replied.  "Not really a whole lot you can do in
this town."

   "Well...  there is the titty bar over by Main and Union."

   Lana and I both looked at Sarah like she had sprouted a third arm.  "Why
the hell would I do something like that?  I AM straight, you know," I said.

   Sarah mumbled something under her breath; I think it was "not that
anyone can tell."

   "Look, I like boys, but I'm going off to college soon.  The last thing I
need is to get tied down with a boyfriend right before leaving home."

   "I wish I had a boyfriend," Lana said quietly.

   "Anyway," I said, "why on earth would I want to go to the nudie bar..."

   "Titty bar," Sarah corrected.

   "...titty bar," I continued.  "I have absolutely no interest in seeing a
bunch of skanks shake their boobs at sad, lonely, dirty old men."

   "Because you can!  You're eighteen; you should take advantage of it! 
What else can you do at eighteen these days that you couldn't do at
seventeen?  Buy cigarettes?  No, they're illegal.  Drink?  No, we'd have to
drive an hour to Wisconsin, and none of us can afford the gas."

   "I REALLY don't want to go to a girlie bar," Lana said.  "My dad would
kill me if he knew I went to a place like that."

   "Your dad probably DOES go to a place like that," Sarah replied.

   "Sarah, that was really mean," I said.

   "Sorry," Sarah said.  She could be a real bitch, but I always seemed to
have a way of engendering her kinder side.

   "It's all so stupid anyway," I said.  "You can be nude in public all you
want.  Why do they need a special bar for it?"

   "What?" Lana said.

   "Yeah, what do you mean," asked Sarah.

   I wasn't sure I should have opened my mouth about it.  I had a bad
feeling this was going to backfire on me, especially the way Sarah was
acting that night.  I thought it was common knowledge that freedom to be
nude was the law of the land, but then I had to remember that not everyone
was an aspiring lawyer.

   "Haven't either of you heard of the Harper Valley decision?" I asked.

   "Where's Harper Valley?" asked Lana.

   "I don't know, some place down in Arkansas, I think.  Anyway, the point
is that the Supreme Court ruled that nudity counted as free speech."

   "Dad always complains about the 'liberal activist judges,'" Lana said.

   "Wait a minute," said Sarah.  "You mean to tell me it's perfectly legal
to be nude anywhere?  Like right here in this park?  Because of freedom of
speech?"

   "Technically, yes.  Well, they can make you dress for hygiene reasons.
You know, 'No shirt, no shoes,' that kind of thing.  But yes, we could get
naked, right here in this very park, and there's nothing the law can do to
stop us.  So it strikes me as kind of stupid to have a bar where girls
dance around wearing a g-string when you can be totally naked outdoors
anyway." Why did I have to open my big mouth?

   "I see..." said Sarah, making that face she makes when she gets one of
her ideas.  "I might be able to forget about the titty bar.  If..."

   "I don't think I want to see you naked, Sarah," Lana said.

   "Not me.  I'M not the one who's an expert on legal nudity."

   Lana and Sarah both looked at me.

   "Oh, no," I said.  "No way.  Absolutely not."

   "Why not," Sarah said.  "You got naked in front of us when we played
strip poker that one night.

   "We were TWELVE!" I shouted.  "And besides, I hid most of my body under
the table."

   "Alright then," Sarah said, "we'll go to the titty bar."

   "I'm not going to that sleazy place," I said.

   "I don't want to go either.  I don't really need to see J.J.  naked, but
she did bring it up," Lana said with a smile.  She could be sneaky and
devious, especially when influenced by Sarah.

   "Here's the deal," said Sarah.  "You take off your godawful flannel (and
just between you and me, you're better off without it, know what I'm
saying?) AND your bra, walk to the other side of the park and back, and
I'll stop pestering you both about the titty bar."

   I looked at Sarah, giving me that playful and reassuring look, the one
that said "trust me, you're my friend and I want you to have fun!" And I
looked at Lana, nervous but slightly pleading: she'd much rather I give the
world a show than go to the girlie bar, and I can't say I blamed her.  And
I looked around me.  It was night.  The moon was filtering through the
trees, but the park was deserted, and it was highly unlikely that anyone
would see me.  Besides that, I had to admit, the idea of being even just
topless, out in the open, with the air moving around me, was strangely
exciting.  I started to unbutton my flannel shirt.

   Sarah's jaw dropped.  "So you accept?"

   "I accept," I said as I finished undoing the last button of my shirt.  I
stood facing away from my friends, with my shirt hanging open, revealing
part of the underwire bra underneath.  Could I actually go through with
this?  Only one way I knew of to find out: I shrugged my shoulders back and
let shirt slide off.  I grabbed it and held it against me, still facing
away from Lana and Sarah.  My heart pounded in my chest as I thought about
what I was doing.

   "Well?" Lana said.  She seemed to be enjoying this, oddly enough.

   I turned around and handed my shirt to Sarah.  "Since this was your
idea, you get to hold my clothes," I told her.  It was time to stop
thinking and time to start acting: the only way I was going to get through
with this.  Still facing my friends, I reached behind my back and unhooked
my C-cup bra, handing that immediately to Sarah, who took it with a smile.

   My breasts now hung free.  Exposed.  Out in the open air.  My nipples
immediately hardened, jutting out a full half-inch.  This detail didn't
escape Sarah, who was quick to point out my "high-beams," but Lana just
shyly averted her eyes.  I suddenly became hyper-aware of the sights,
smells, and sounds around me.  I could hear cars driving by on the street a
short distance away, and wondered if they noticed me.

   "Well?" Prompted Sarah.  "Get going.  You need to walk - WALK - to the
other side of the park, step foot on 5th street, then walk back to us."

   My head was spinning as I started to take my walk, completely bare from
the waist up but dressed in cargo pants and hiking shoes, to the other side
of the park, a full two blocks away.  The moonlight shone through the bare
trees onto my milky white breasts, dappling them with shadows as I took
step after sensual step.  I couldn't stop looking down at them.  I almost
walked straight into a tree.  The cool air and the excitement were keeping
my nipples at full attention, and I was starting to get goose bumps from
the slightly chilly air.  As I continued my walk, I became more comfortable
with myself and confident in my half-nudity.  The gentle bounce of my
breasts felt much more natural than having them restrained in a bra.

   I reached the edge of the park and walked through a hedge onto the
sidewalk of 5th street.  I don't know why, but I suddenly found it
disappointing that there were no cars going by, no people out on foot, to
see me.  I should have felt relieved, but I felt almost as though I wanted
to be seen there, exposed and on display, with my shirt and bra well out of
reach, two blocks away.

   Still, I thought better of waiting around to be spotted, and ducked back
inside the hedge.  I looked across the park and could see the dark figures
of Sarah and Lana waiting for me.  Clearly they would have been able to see
me keep up my end of the bargain.  I started walking back, but had a
strange and impulsive idea.

   I found the nearest large tree and ducked behind it.

   My heart, which had been calm, began pounding in my chest as I thought
about what I was going to do.  The cool night air blowing over my chest,
the moonlight dappling my pale skin.  I wanted more of it.  It was
intoxicating, even after one brief taste.  Not really believing what I was
doing, I reached for my belt and unbuckled it.  I unbuttoned and unzipped
my cargo pants, and then in one swift motion, pushed both them and my
panties down.  They pooled around my ankles, leaving the rest of my body
stark naked.  I was standing naked, outside, behind a tree.  No one could
see me from where I was, with the hedge in front of me and the tree behind
me, but I was totally exposed.

   I pulled my pants and underwear off over my shoes and lay them on the
cool, damp grass.  Stepping forward from the tree, I felt the night air
caress my body.  I looked down at myself.  My full bush of reddish-brown
pubic hair contrasted starkly with my pale skin; anyone looking at my from
a distance would know immediately I was nude.  Nude.  Naked.  Completely
exposed.  Except for my socks and shoes, which was an odd sensation in and
of itself.

   Leaning back against the tree, I felt the need to feel myself.  I don't
know why.  Maybe to make sure it all was real.  That I myself was real. 
That I really was in this place, so brazenly disregarding the conventions
of society.  I rubbed my hand against my rock-hard nipples and a delightful
shiver went through me.  With both hands I cupped them and played with them
and felt their weight.  I tried to imagine it was a man standing behind me
doing this, while his erection pressed into my ass.  I had no idea at the
time what it felt like to have a man's thing pressing into me, but I always
prided myself on my imagination.

   Continuing my exploration, I ran my hands down the front of my body
until my right hand found my bush.  I ran my fingers through it and then
down to my slit, which I was surprised to find was wonderfully slippery and
slick.  I usually had to play with myself for several minutes to get that
wet.  I let my middle finger slide up and down inside my lips, and then
back up to rest on my clit.  By now I was starting to sweat, despite the
chill in the air, and my heart was pounding in my ears.  I started rubbing
my clit in earnest while pressing my ass into the rough bark of the tree
behind me, all while tweaking one of my nipples with my other hand.  I knew
just a few more rubs would send me over the edge, but I also knew how
strongly I would smell if I let that happen, and I certainly didn't want
Sarah and Lana detecting THAT!

   Reluctantly, I withdrew my hand and, crouching down, rubbed it clean on
the grass.  Now, what to do about my attire.  I was feeling so amazingly
hot and turned on, I was tempted to stay as naked as I was.  As I thought
about it, I figured if I made it across the park topless, I could make it
back fully nude.  I even thought of leaving my clothes behind the tree,
strolling back to Sarah and Lana to show them how brave I was, then walking
with them back to the tree to get dressed.  I wasn't quite that brave;
instead I simply balled up my pants and undies and cradled them in one arm.

   Now to step out from the tree and show my friends how far I had taken
things.  They were probably wondering what I was up to behind the tree (if
only they knew!).  I emerged from the tree and started my walk back.  There
they were, the two of them, watching me.  As I approached them, I could see
their realization of my naked state.  Lana gasped and pointed.  Sarah's jaw
dropped.

   I felt like a goddess.  Like I just stepped out of a renaissance
painting, now comfortably strolling with no haste, not naked but merely
unclad.  I was incredibly turned on, but at the same time felt perfectly
natural, as if this were normal for me.  How did I become this way?  A few
minutes ago I was afraid to take my shirt off in front of my two best
friends, and now here I was in my altogether, reveling in the elements and
pleasuring myself out in the open.  What just happened to me?

   As I got within fifty meters of my friends, I could see them whispering
to one another.  Suddenly, both of them took off running, Sarah carrying my
shirt and bra with her.  Not thinking, I dropped the rest of my clothes on
the ground and took off after them.  I got as far as the park entrance
before realizing I was about run out into the street stark naked!  A car
drove past; I had no idea whether they saw my fully illuminated form.  I
ran back to where I dropped my pants and undies and quickly, clumsily
pulled them back on, falling on my bare ass in the damp grass in the
process.

   Now fully dressed from the waist down, I ran back after my friends. 
This time I had no choice but to step out in the open.  Holding my bare
breasts in my hands, I gingerly stepped out of the park.  Another car went
by.  No indication as to whether they noticed me.  I looked around for
where Sarah and Lana had run off to, knowing that they were teasing me and
were probably just out of reach.  I spotted them a block away, Sarah
holding my shirt in one hand and dangling my bra by one strap in the other.

   "Hey J.J., I thought you said this was perfectly legal!" Sarah shouted
at me.  "If it is, then what's the big deal?"

   The big deal was that even though it was technically legal to run around
naked, there was nothing preventing a police officer from arresting me for
it.  Sure, I'd win in court, but not before everyone in town, including my
parents and all of my teachers, knew about my adventure.

   I took off after them, still holding my breasts in my hands, my hair
trailing after me as I ran.  I passed several cars during the chase, some
of which definitely noticed me.  Some honked, some flashed their brights at
me.  No one slowed down or said anything.  The most unnerving thing was,
this being nighttime, I couldn't see anyone in the cars.  For all I know my
calculus teacher might have been driving one of them!

   It didn't take long to realize Sarah and Lana were headed towards my
house.  Oh no, my parents!  They usually go to bed at 10 pm, and it was
around 11:30 at this point.  They ceremonially lifted my curfew for my
birthday, as I was now an "adult," so hopefully they weren't waiting up for
me.  And hopefully my little brother and sister were tucked away in bed as
well.  I turned the corner of my street to find my friends waiting for me
at my doorstep, Sarah still dangling my bra seductively.

   "Come and get it!" Sarah shouted.

   Just as I got to our front steps, Sarah and Lana both ducked inside the
house and slammed the door in my face.  I stood there, tapping on the door,
my nipples standing out proudly in the rapidly cooling air.  What a sight I
must have been, my back to our street, obviously nude from the waist up, my
auburn hair cascading down over the pale skin of my bare back.

   "Let me IN!" I rasped in the loudest whisper I could manage.  I
certainly didn't want to wake my parents up.

   Finally, giggling, Lana opened the door and I rushed in.  Just then I
heard the creak of footsteps upstairs and ducked into the downstairs
bathroom.

   "Hey, could you three be quiet, please.  It's really late," I heard my
mom say.  "Where's Julie?"

   "She's in the bathroom, Mrs.  Johnson," Lana replied.

   I heard my mom walk over to the bathroom and knock on the door.  The
sound made me jump a bit.  "Julie, honey, just so you know, while you don't
have a curfew anymore, I expect you and your friends to be quiet coming
home if you've been out late," Mom said from the other side of the door. 
"Now you're an adult, so you need to start acting more responsibly and be
more considerate of others.  Just because we don't give you rules to follow
doesn't mean you don't still have responsibilities.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, Mom," was all I could come up with in response.

   "Great.  I'm not mad at you, and I know it's your birthday and you want
to have fun.  Next time, just make sure you're a little more courteous."

   I was relieved when she went back upstairs without waiting for me to
finish up.  I took a look in the mirror to see this wild woman staring back
at me, with hair cascading down over her bare breasts.  Not a girl, a
woman. Once again, I felt like I had stepped out of a painting.  My body
was a work of art: something to be proud of, not hide inside of baggy
clothes.  I slipped off my socks and shoes and slid my pants and underwear
down my legs, leaving me nude once more.  I had to chuckle: it was my
birthday and I was in my birthday suit.

   Believe it or not, I had never really taken a good look at my naked body
in the mirror.  I stood on my tip-toes so I could get a glimpse of my
crotch.  I ran my hands seductively over my body and flashed my green eyes
into the mirror.  "Playboy ain't got nothin' on this shit," I said.  I
thought about getting myself off when Lana knocked on the door.

   "I think your folks are back asleep," she whispered.

   Without saying anything, and without getting dressed, I simply stepped
out of the bathroom to the astonished looks of Lana and Sarah.  Both of
them were speechless.

   Not much more worth noting happened that night.  The three of us sat
around, reminiscing about the thirteen years we knew one another, and how
that would probably be coming to an end.  In all of the melancholy my
nudity was more or less forgotten (except that Sarah insisted I sit on my
shirt and not put my bare ass on the couch).

   The next day I learned that my grandmother gave me a check for $1800 for
my birthday!  My parents insisted I save it for spending money at college,
but I did want to improve my wardrobe.  I bought some fashionable, low-cut
blouses and form-fitting sweaters.  Although I never stopped liking the
comfort and utility of cargo pants, I did buy some tighter jeans to wear.
Over the next several weeks I slowly incorporated the new outfits into my
daily dress.

   I had started to think that maybe the incident on my eighteenth birthday
was just an isolated bout of temporary insanity.  Sarah and Lana, being the
good and loyal friends they were, said nothing about it to anyone, so I
could very easily have forgotten it ever happened.  However, one day after
a particularly rigorous gym class - we were playing some very intense
volleyball - everyone was sweaty and stinky.  Even I was, and I don't sweat
that much.  Now, we had showers, and the gym teachers did everything they
could to encourage students to use them, but no one, and I mean NO ONE was
going to get naked in front of her classmates.  Not in this day and age of
American prudishness.  But I smelled myself, and I smelled the girls around
me, and I made my decision.

   "Fuck this.  I reek.  I'm taking a shower."

   While the other girls were huddled in front of their individual lockers,
busy trying to change out of their sports bras while somehow avoiding the
trauma of showing their nipples to another human being, I casually and
nonchalantly pulled off my gym shirt.  Then I pushed down my shorts,
crossed my arms and pulled off my sports bra, letting my breasts bounce
free.  Finally, with no hesitation at all, I slid my panties down my legs,
grabbed a towel from the long-neglected towel rack and walked in front of
fifteen stunned high school girls to the showers.

   Most of the girls that day, and the rest of days that year, joined me in
the shower.  Maybe I was born to be a pioneer after all.



   The Nude Pioneer Ch.  02

   Julie discovers the joys of skinny dipping.

   It was May.  The trees were fully leafed out, flowers were in bloom, and
the air had that fresh, clean, fragrant smell to it.  The weather was
getting nice and warm, and days were getting longer.  I love spring.

   My name is Julie Johnson, or "J.J." as my friends call me.  At this time
I was eighteen years old, and an over-achieving high school senior.  Up
until a couple of months before I was very reserved and shy, especially
about my body.  Oh, I know now that I have a fantastic body: large, C-cup
breasts, an hourglass figure, curvy hips, and a round, full ass.  At 173 cm
and 70 Kg (five-foot-eight and 155 pounds), I'm not exactly skinny, but my
tummy is flat and my legs are shapely and smooth.  As a high-schooler,
however, I thought I'd have to lose ten kilos to be sexy, like my waiflike
friend Sarah.

   Recent events had begun to change my attitude about myself and about
showing off my body.  On my eighteenth birthday Sarah and my other friend
Lana goaded me into a topless stroll through a park at night.  I discovered
the joy of outdoor nudity, and actually ended up totally nude for a brief,
thrilling moment.

   People do realize by now that this is perfectly legal, don't they?  The
Supreme Court ruled that nudity was protected free speech under the
Constitution.  I remember hearing the news back in seventh grade.  There
was a big uproar about it from some corners, but then everyone promptly
forgot about it, and nothing really changed.  Public nudity may have been
technically legal, but social attitudes towards nudity had become more
repressive, not less.

   Anyway, that night started a slow, steady transformation.  I hadn't
repeated my outdoor performance.  But a couple of times in the following
weeks, when I was just hanging out at home with Lana and Sarah, I would
strip off and lounge around completely nude, while both of my friends
stayed clothed.  This was always late at night, at my house, when the rest
of my family were safely tucked away in bed.  My friends weren't offended
at all, and took it as an interesting little quirk I had developed.  I had
no sexual feelings for them, or for women in general, but I simply felt
natural in my own skin, comfortable being that way in front of my two best,
long-time friends.

   I had also started wearing more revealing clothes, such as low-cut
shirts and tight sweaters and jeans.  I noticed that my prominent bust and
voluptuous butt started turning the heads of high school boys - something I
had never experienced before.

   One morning I ran into Jason, a popular senior star athlete.  Jason was
about to pass me in the hallway without noticing me, as he usually did on
the way to wherever his first class of the day was.  This time instead of
continuing on his way, he stopped and turned around.

   "Hi there," he said.  "You're...  um...  you're Julie Johnson, right?"

   "That's my name, yes, Jason," I said, tilting my head down and batting
my green eyes at him from over my glasses.  I could see his gaze move up
from the small amount of cleavage I had showing to meet my eyes.

   He was like a deer in headlights.

   "I...  um...  I..." he said, trying to find a topic of conversation.  "I
heard the principal on the P.A.  yesterday talking about you.  National
Merit finalist.  Congratulations."

   "And congrats on your football scholarship to NIU," I said.  I had no
idea how good a football team Northern Illinois had, but they held a
school-wide assembly to congratulate Jason.  For my academic accomplishment
I got quick blurb on the P.A.

   "Listen, I, um..." just then someone walked in through a nearby
entrance. The cool morning air blasted me for a moment, causing my nipples
to stiffen.  They became clearly visible through my bra and tight blouse. I
was well aware of what this outfit displayed when I got cold, and while
part of me was scared of this happening, another part of me became very
excited at the thought.  I fought a war within myself that morning when I
chose to dress this way.

   "...I was wondering if...  you know, you and I..." Jason continued, and
then his gaze drifted back down to my chest, just for a moment.  While he
stuttered and stopped, I took a furtive glance at his crotch.  He was
getting hard!  I could see a definite lump forming in his jeans.  It grew
quickly, starting to poke down one leg.  I thought for a split second I
could make out the rim where the head met the shaft.

   Yes!  I had done it!  I got a boy visibly turned on with my own body!

   My moment of glory was short-lived, as Jason quickly moved his books to
hide his erection.

   "You were going to ask me something?" I said.

   Jason gained his composure quickly.  "I just wanted to know if you
wanted to, you know, go for a drive with me sometime.  I don't know, out to
the ridge or something?"

   The nerve!

   "I don't know if Barbara would be all that crazy about that," I said. 
Barbara Van Caster was no dunce.  Sure, she had blonde hair, blue eyes,
enormous knockers, and from what my friend Sarah told me, a reputation as
the school's greatest cocksucker.  But she was also co-valedictorian with
Yours Truly.  I had to admire Jason's apparent taste for brainy women - it
went against the jock stereotype.  But still...  I continued, "And that's
not the sort of thing I like to do on a first date.  But thank you for
asking." I used the sweetest voice I could come up with, and smiled a coy
grin at him.

   "Uh...  ok...  well, gotta get to class.  Seeya." And Jason scurried off
to class with a curious gate that didn't escape my attention.

   As soon as he was out of sight, I leaned against the cool, cinderblock
wall of the hallway, short of breath and my heart pounding in my chest. 
This was the first time I tried consciously to turn a guy on.  And it
worked!

   OK, here's the thing: I had never actually dated before.  Except for a
few school dances, but that hardly counted.  I had never had a boyfriend. I
didn't know how.  Throughout high school I kept mostly to myself, hanging
out with my friend Lana, and sometimes Sarah when she wasn't busy with the
popular crowd.  I didn't think I was all that attractive, and I kept my
body hidden under layers of loose clothes.  But now...  I just got one of
the most popular boys in the school to proposition me!

   Not that I ever would have accepted.  I may not have dated, but I wasn't
born yesterday, either.  Jason wasn't interested in a relationship.  I
mean, I wasn't either, with college just a few months away.  But, thrilling
as it was to get that reaction from him, I felt more than a bit miffed that
he never once took any notice of me in my flannel and cargo pants days. 
No, I wouldn't let him fuck me, but I didn't mind teasing him.

   What a filthy thought!  I never would have thought anything of the sort
before my Birthday Suit Night.

   I knew my pussy was just dripping at that point and wondered if I had
time to sneak off to the bathroom.  Just then the warning bell for first
period went off, and I knew I didn't have time.

   It was a long and frustrating day.  I kept picturing that bulge in
Jason's pants in my mind.  What did it look like out in the open?  Would it
spring up out of his pants if he took it out?  Would it point straight out?
Upwards?  How long was it?  I had never seen a real live...  penis on a man
before.  Only on my baby brother.  Oh, I had seen pictures in sex-ed books.
I knew more or less what to expect, but it wasn't the same as seeing the
real thing, up close and personal.  I wondered what it felt...

   Ok, ok, ok, no more of this!  I had a lesson on the Taylor Series to pay
attention to.  Mrs.  Farley insisted we needed to know this if we wanted a
perfect 5 on our AP Calc exam.  No more imagining dicks!

   Anyway, I did manage to get through the day.  When I got home Mom handed
me two letters: one from Harvard, one from Yale.  I had already been
accepted to Wisconsin and Northwestern, but I was hoping for something
better.  "I'll leave you alone open them, if you'd like," she said.

   I ran to my room with them.  My hands trembled as I opened the letter
from Harvard.  I pictured myself strolling through Harvard Yard, surrounded
by old red brick buildings and the nation's intellectual elite.  Or walking
along the Charles with my dashingly handsome boyfriend, whoever he may be,
as the dazzling Boston skyline lit up the night.  I unfolded the letter...

   "Dear Ms.  Johnson, we regret to inform you..."

   My academic record was perfect.  My essay was immaculate.  My test
scores were perfect.  They were very impressed.  But I didn't "demonstrate
the leadership characteristics this institution values in all of its
students." What the fuck?  So I wasn't a popular girl.  I didn't win
student elections and run homecoming committees and all that fucking
meaningless high school bullshit.  It didn't occur to me at the time that a
few extra-curricular activities and some volunteer community service would
have been all I needed to put me over the top.

   I opened the letter from Yale and it was nearly a carbon copy of the
Harvard letter.

   I cried in my room for a long time.  Mom and Dad both did their best to
comfort me, but there was very little they could do.

   For the rest of the week I went back to my baggy clothes.  I didn't feel
like being sexy and teasing the boys anymore.

   Friday after school I got a call from Sarah.  She and Lana had both been
accepted to Wisconsin and Illinois, and they were taking an impromptu trip
up to Madison to visit the UW campus.  I was still in a blue funk about the
Ivy League schools, but I knew that I had to choose between Madison and
Evanston, and soon.  And I knew I should at least visit Madison to get a
feel for the place before making my decision.

   Northwestern University was in Evanston, just north of Chicago, on the
Lake Michigan shore.  It was a beautiful a beautiful setting, with a
popular beach not far from campus.  I had visited there several times. 
Their law school was very highly regarded, not that I would necessarily go
on to study law at the same place I did my undergrad.  I was pretty sure I
wanted to become a lawyer, though.  There was an old TV show from back in
the '00s, "Boston Legal." I used to watch reruns of that constantly.

   Anyway, Madison was still an option.  Very impressive law school there,
but I didn't know much else about the place.  My little brother told me
they won the national championships in football, basketball, and hockey,
all in one year, but of course that meant zilch to me.  What did mean
something was the fact that Sarah and Lana were considering it.  I had
taken it as given that the three of us, best friends since kindergarten,
would go our separate ways after graduation.  But my failure to get into
the Ivy Leagues meant a change of plans.

   My friends had arranged for two nights in a youth hostel.  I could stay
with them and we'd split the room cost three ways.

   "Do you think there's still room on the rail up to Madison?" I asked.

   "Last I checked the Amtrak website, the 6:15 from Rockford still had ten
open seats," Sarah said.  "I'm sure if you just show up and buy a ticket,
you'll be fine.  Are you in?"

   "I'm in!" I said.

   A little after 6 PM we were boarding the train.  Because I bought my
ticket separately from Lana and Sarah, my seat was several rows ahead.

   "We could ask whoever's sitting next to you to switch seats with me," I
said to Lana.

   "You know what?" said Lana, "Why don't I just switch with you, and you
can sit and chat with Sarah on the way up." She grabbed her bag and tromped
angrily off to my assigned seat.

   Incidentally, I noticed for the first time that she had been losing
weight.  She wasn't quite as chubby as she had been as recently as my
birthday party.

   "What was that about?" I asked as I sat down next to Sarah.

   "It's nothing," she said, staring at the seat in front of her.  "Just...
just don't worry about it."

   Sarah was very quiet during the trip up.  I spent most of my time
watching the countryside zoom by the window.  These high-speed trains did
better than 200 kph out in the open.  It was definitely the best way to
travel, and with gas up over $3 per liter, a lot cheaper too.  People
tended not to drive further than their battery range if they could help it.

   I noticed Sarah had been tanning.  She's one of those people who easily
goes from very pale to very dark.  Her skin was a beautiful bronze tone
which, with her dark brown eyes and long, straight, black hair, gave her a
wonderfully exotic look.  Besides envying how thin she was, I envied how
easily she took on a tropical glow.  It takes me several days out in the
sun to go from pale white to a light tan.

   In less than an hour we were pulling into the Madison terminal, directly
beneath the UW Memorial Union, one of three student unions on campus.  As
we walked up the steps onto Langdon Street I got my first glimpse of the
school.  The Union was a beautiful building dating back to the early 20th
Century, but it was the place next door that caught my eye: a red castle
with bastions and everything.

   "Look at that building, the red castle, isn't it cool?" I said.

   "It's beautiful," Sarah said.

   "Whatever," Lana said blandly.

   Behind the Union and the red castle was a lake, several miles across. 
"So THAT's Lake Mendota," I said.

   "Yep," Sarah said.  "The Union has this place, the terrace, that's like
an outdoor restaurant and bar right on the lake.  You can have a beer and
just sit and watch the boaters out on the water."

   "That's...  that's kinda nice," I said.  In fact it was a gorgeous
setting.  Aside from the lakeside terrace, there were pedestrian malls with
flowering trees all pink and white.  The air was fresh and fragrant. 
Students, relieved at the semester being over, were just hanging out,
playing frisbee, or snuggling with their significant others.  A fountain
was running in the middle of one of the malls, with kids sitting around the
edge, their legs dangling in the water.  Still feeling bummed that I might
have to "settle" for this school, I failed to appreciate the beauty around
me.

   A warm front had come through that day, and it was over 30 degrees (or
"in the upper 80s" as my parents might say).  Being the space case I was, I
hadn't checked the weather forecast and was still dressed in a sweatshirt
and long pants.  I stripped off my sweatshirt and tied it around my waist.
Underneath I was wearing a rather thin, plain gray t-shirt and a bra.  The
t-shirt hugged my form nicely, emphasizing my breasts and slimming my
waist. The sweatshirt around my hips also emphasized my hourglass figure. I
did have a small duffel bag with me (we each did), but it was full of
clothes and toiletries.

   We decided to see some of the campus while there was still some daylight
left.  Afterwards we made our way back to State Street, towards the
capitol, and hit a few bars.  Several years back Wisconsin lowered the
drinking age from 21 to 18, so we wanted to be sure to take advantage of it
while we were there.  We didn't drink all that much.  For Lana and me it
was our first time drinking and we didn't want to overdo it.  None of us
had that much money to spend, in any case.

   Still, I could definitely feel the effects after that last "Long Island
Iced Tea," a wicked concoction of who-knows-what served up in a mason jar.
I stumbled just a bit as we headed to the hostel.  Lana had the map and was
guiding us through the confusing maze of streets to our destination, on the
other side of the "isthmus" that was downtown Madison.  She was still being
quiet and sullen; drink had not opened her up at all.

   We checked in and found our room: less than three meters on a side with
two single beds and a one dresser.  It wasn't much, but it was cheap. 
Someone would have to sleep on the floor, though.  It also was extremely
warm, with no air conditioning (kinda rare in this day and age).  I quickly
changed into shorts as soon as the door was closed.

   "Let's go out and DO something!" Sarah said.  "It's too early to go to
sleep."

   "I agree," I said, "but what?  I don't want to spend any more money on
booze."

   "I want to take a walk back over to the Union terrace.  It looked really
nice there.  I'd like to see the lake at night," said Sarah.

   "You guys have fun," Lana said.  "I'm staying here."

   "Lana?" I asked.  "Don't you want to..."

   "I'm staying HERE.  YOU TWO have FUN." Lana sat on one of the beds,
holding her legs against her chest.

   "J.J., will you excuse us?" Sarah said.  "I have some things I need to
say to Lana."

   With that, Sarah nudged me into the hallway and closed the door.  I
couldn't really hear the conversation inside, but a few minutes later both
Lana and Sarah came out.

   "I guess I'll join you," Lana said.

   "Don't do us any favors," I said under my breath.

   We locked up our bags in our room and walked over to the Union, back on
the other side of the isthmus.  It was about a fifteen minute walk.  None
of us really said a whole lot.  I asked Sarah what Lana's deal was, but all
she'd say was "Don't worry, she'll get over it." This was not the fun night
out that I had hoped for.

   We went around to the back of Memorial Union to find a live band just
wrapping up their performance.  There were several dozen people out on the
terrace - not bad considering the semester was over and a lot of students
had probably left town by this point.  It was still maybe 27 or 28 degrees
out and a pleasant breeze was blowing off of Lake Mendota.

   "It isn't bad here," I said.  "I could get used to this."

   Lana mumbled something under her breath, but I had no idea what.

   I really was starting to appreciate the beauty of downtown Madison, and
my week-long depression was starting to abate.  I could also still feel the
alcohol in my system, though it was really just a mild buzz at this point.
I felt...  I don't know, playful.  Just then I heard laughing and splashing
coming from somewhere out in the lake.  I noticed that there was a swimming
pier that extended some 10 or 20 meters from the boardwalk.

   "Let's check it out," I said.

   The three of us walked down the pier to find three college guys treading
water.

   "Well hello, ladies," one of the guys said.

   I noticed what appeared to be three piles of clothes stashed around one
of the benches, though it was hard to tell at night.  I looked at the guys,
their heads and shoulders visible above the water, but the rest of them
hidden.  It got me wondering.  "Say, you're not...  um...  well, you're
not..."

   "Not what?" asked another of the guys.

   "You're not skinny dipping, are you?"

   "Skinny dipping??" Sarah said to me with disbelief.

   "Skinny dipping?" the third guy asked.  In the dim light I saw the three
of them look at one another.  "Yeah," he said.  "You caught us.  You're not
going to turn us in, are you?"

   "No, of course not," I said.  "Nothing wrong with skinny dipping."

   "Then you wouldn't mind joining us, would you?" the first guy asked.

   The question hit me like a ton of bricks.  My stomach jumped into my
throat and then fell back down into my guts.  I had just been invited to
get naked in front of three college guys!  Now, as you know I had been nude
outdoors before, for one brief moment, and I had been nude several times in
front of Lana and Sarah.  I had even single-handedly re-introduced the
practice of group showers with the girls in gym class.  But since I was a
toddler, no male had ever seen me naked!  The idea got my heart racing.  I
could feel myself start to moisten.

   They were naked, too.  They were naked, too.  I just had to tell myself
that.  And they had to come out of the water sooner or later, I thought
with a smile.  If I let them see me, I was sure of getting a chance of
seeing them!

   Well, here was the big test.  I had to get naked in front of three guys,
total strangers.  I turned my back on the guys, towards the bench, where
Sarah and Lana were sitting (they clearly had no interest in joining me).
Slowly, I pulled my shirt over my head.  I tossed it at Lana's feet, under
the bench.  After slipping off my shoes and socks, next came my shorts. 
Those I also tossed under the bench.  I heard one of the guys whistle and
turned to face them.  I was standing in my underwear, my white bra and
panties catching all of the ambient light of the evening.  The warm air
caressed my body as I let these men in the water drink in my figure.  I was
certain they could see my hard nipples under my bra, and my panties
probably were showing just a bit of "camel-toe." In some ways this was more
exposed than being naked.  The nude body is natural, simple, unadorned. 
They were seeing me in my private garments.

   Excited as I was, I knew it wouldn't be long before my panties got wet.
I couldn't let them, or my friends see that.  I had no choice, really, but
to take everything off.  The guys in the water were watching me, eager
looks on their faces.  I reached behind me and unhooked my bra.  I shrugged
it off, tossing it on my growing pile of clothes.  My breasts were now
free, with my hard nipples protruding forward.  I was starting to really
love my tits (yes, tits!): the way that, despite their size, they seemed to
defy gravity.  The guys in the water just stared at me openly.

   My friends must have thought I was insane at this point.  Looking behind
me, Sarah was just staring at me, her eyes bugging out of her head.  I'm
sure she thought I was taking this nudity thing WAY too far.  Lana on the
other hand appeared to be looking at the guys.

   I hooked my thumbs inside the waistband of my panties.  Standing a good
four feet directly above the water, I knew I was about to give these boys a
very intimate view of my most private area.  I slid the front of my panties
down, just a bit, exposing my dark red, untrimmed bush.  I looked down at
myself, noting how my dark hair contrasted with my milky-white skin: skin
that had never seen the sun.  I knew that by prolonging my undressing,
instead of just stripping off quickly and jumping in the water, I was
actually putting on more of a show - more of a tease.  But then I was
starting to discover the thrill of teasing guys with my body.  I pictured
their naked bodies floating just under the surface of the lake, their stiff
rods sticking out from them as they greedily took in my form.

   Slowly, I slid my panties down my legs.  I could feel the excitement
building between my legs and wondered exactly how much of my sex they could
see from their vantage point, even with the light so dim.  Tossing my
panties over with the rest of my clothes, I walked over to the ladder, the
warm, humid air enveloping my now naked body.  Once again, there came that
sensation of being hyper-aware, hyper-sensitive of my surroundings.  I
could hear the individual conversations of the few people left sitting on
the terrace.  They either couldn't see me in the dark, or simply didn't
notice that there was a stark naked 18-year-old woman standing on the
swimming pier.

   I turned my back on the guys and started to descend the ladder.  I
wasn't sure, but I think they could see the rear of my pussy, at least for
a moment.  I dipped one foot in the lake.

   Holy shit, was it cold!

   I wasn't sure I could take the plunge, so for a moment I just stood
there on the ladder.  I looked over my shoulder and could see I had their
rapt attention.  It was thrilling to be so exposed, my entire backside so
close to them and so visible.  But I knew I couldn't just stay there.  I
would have to get in.  I climbed down the ladder and pushed off into the
water.

   For a brief moment I was in shock, as my skin went a bit numb and a
shiver came over me.  After that I felt myself adjust.  The water wasn't
terribly cold, except maybe in contrast to the warm air.  I started to
savor the feeling of the water flowing around every part of my body.  I
love water, and I love swimming.  But I had never swum nude before.  It was
incredible!  I dove in completely and swam underwater (discovering some
frigid undercurrents in the process), emerging a few meters further out. 
The sensation was like flying.  I had never felt so free, so natural.  I
swam out into the lake a little more.  Facing away from the shore, I could
see the state capitol to my right, lit up bright and clear.  I still had my
glasses on, so everything was crisp and in focus.

   It was so amazing, being in the middle of a city, with buildings lit up
and people walking around, going about their evenings not all that far
away, and yet here I was, "communing with nature," like I was in some
pristine wilderness, a wild creature.  The feeling of skinny dipping was so
great I nearly forgot about the guys.

   I swam back to introduce myself.  They were named Steve, Dan, and Kai;
all had just finished up their sophomore year and shared an apartment
off-campus.  Steve and Dan were mechanical engineering students, while Kai
was a music major in vocal performance.  I couldn't tell facial features
that well in the light, and I had no idea what their hair looked like with
it all wet and slicked back.  Kai looked particularly interesting, though.
He had kind eyes.

   "I'm thinking of doubling in history and poli-sci," I said.  "I want to
go to law school eventually."

   The guys were careful enough not to tread so close to me as to
accidentally brush me underneath.  It was still thrilling, though, knowing
that I was floating naked, and there were three naked guys floating just
inches away.  I found myself feeling warmer and warmer at the thought, in
spite of the cold water.

   "Well, I think I'm going to call it a night," Dan said.  "I'm starting
to prune up." Awesome, I was finally going to get to see a bit of skin
myself.  Dan then climbed up the ladder to reveal he was wearing shorts.

   That FUCKER!

   "Hey, what's with the shorts?" Sarah said.  "I thought I was going to
get a show!  No fair!  All I got to see was J.J., and I've already seen her
tons of times!"

   I floated there, stunned, as Steve and Kai also emerged from the water
with their shorts on.  The piles of clothes I saw earlier turned out to be
shirts, shoes, and towels.

   "You pieces of shit!" I said.  "You got me out of my clothes, and I
don't get to see anything?" Actually with Dan and Steve I was kind of glad.
Both were quite overweight, and Dan, twenty years old, I'm guessing,
already had hair sprouting on his back.  Kai was thin, though.  Not bony
skinny, not muscular, but he had attractive broad shoulders and a nice
back.

   "Hey Julie," said Steve, "I'll get naked if your hot friend does,"
obviously referring to Sarah.  Lana was clearly chopped liver to them.

   "Just go," I said.  "Get the fuck out of here, will ya?" I heard the
three assholes walking up the pier back to the shore.

   I swam over to the ladder, but stayed in the water, just hanging on
there.  Totally embarrassed, I didn't want to get out of the water and face
my friends nude.  What I was really ashamed and embarrassed about was the
fact that I was still turned on.  I honestly didn't mind that they saw me
naked, even though I didn't get to see anything of them.

   I decided they could go get fucked.  I was still enjoying the feel of
the water, so I swam back out into the lake, enjoying having the water all
to myself and taking in a nice view of the Madison skyline.  A few minutes
after the three assholes left, I heard a set of footsteps coming down the
pier.  We had a visitor, and I'd probably have to show myself to him or her
if I wanted out of the water.  The idea filled me more with excitement than
fear.  I looked up to see who it was.

   It was Kai.

   "What do you want?" I heard Sarah ask.  "You not done perving our best
friend?  You want her to come out of the water so you can get a good look
at her body for jerking off later?"

   "I want to apologize," he said.  Then, after a stunned silence, "My
friends were being complete jerks, and we shouldn't have lied to you about
skinny dipping.  That was completely classless, lying just to get you out
of your clothes."

   He seemed sincere.  He also seemed cute.  I had to wonder about his
motives, though.  "Well, that was sweet of you to return and apologize for
your friends," I said.  "But if you think you can hang around to see me get
out of the water, you have another think coming."

   "Actually," he said, "I thought I could make it up to you by skinny
dipping with you.  I promise I won't try anything...  it's just that you
got naked thinking that we were as well, and, you know, I thought it would
make amends just a bit if at least one of us...  well..."

   He was being really sweet about it.  "You would strip?  Right there in
front of my two friends?"

   Silence.  He hadn't thought of that.  Then, finally, "Ok, fair enough.
You were naked in front of three guys.  I can be naked in front of three
girls." With that, he pulled off his shoes and socks, and in a blur,
whipped off his shirt, then his damp shorts and underwear.  He turned to my
friends and waved.  Then he turned around towards me.

   It was glorious!  His penis stuck straight out from his body and it was
HUGE!  Well, I mean, huge to me.  Remember, I had never seen a live one
before, and certainly not, well, ENGORGED.  It was surrounded by a big
unruly jungle of public hair.  His stomach was flat and his chest, while
not bulky, was very well defined.

   Even in the dim light I could tell he was blushing like crazy.

   Unfortunately, he only stood in front of me for a second or two before
jumping in the water, and swimming over to me.

   "Sorry," he said.  "I'm really sorry."

   "Well, getting as naked as I am does make up for it, at least a little."

   "No, not for that.  I'm sorry for my...  well...  my hard-on."

   "OH!" I said.  "You don't have to apologize for that.  I kind of enjoyed
seeing it, just a little," I teased him.  Kai turned bright red.

   For the next twenty minutes we just chatted.  Kai told me all about the
university, campus life, its traditions, what to expect at orientation and
registration, what dorm life was like, that kind of thing.  I told him
about the small Illinois town I was from, my life back home, and all that.
I didn't tell him about my high academic achievements - I didn't feel like
bragging.  We found a common interest in music.  He seemed to know a lot of
my favorite singers, and said he could introduce me to some artists that I
probably didn't know but would like.  I sort of forgot that we were both
stark naked, floating quite close to one another, in the middle of a city,
with my two best friends just meters away.

   I also noticed that Sarah and Lana were having a very animated, but
hushed conversation.  I had no idea what about.

   Finally, Kai said, "I should probably be going.  You'll want to get out
and dressed and all." With that he exited the water, showing me his cute
butt on the way up.  (Just as a side note, there is nothing cuter than a
naked butt on a twenty-year-old guy as he's climbing a ladder.) He quickly
threw on his clothes.  I caught his naked crotch for just a split second
and noticed he was no longer hard.  His penis was all shrunken up and
hiding in his thick bush.  I wondered if that meant he wasn't interested in
me.

   "Can I give you my contact?" he asked.

   I was just a bit stunned.  "Sh-sure," I said.  "Let me get out and fish
around for my cell."

   "I've got it," Lana said.  Kai had kept his cell wrapped up in his
shirt, safe and dry.  He aimed it at my phone (held by Lana) and beamed his
contact information over.

   "Call me any time," Kai said.  "If you want to visit Madison again this
summer you're free to stay at our place.  Although I'm not sure you want to
have anything to do with my roommates.  Now, if you'll excuse me, I should
probably get going so you can get out."

   I wanted to yell that he could stay.  I really didn't mind him seeing me
nude again.  But I thought maybe that would be too forward.  He had been so
polite, I thought I would just let it go.  After a few more minutes I
climbed out of the lake.  I looked at where my clothes should have been,
under the bench.

   "Um, where are my clothes?"

   "What do you mean?" asked Sarah.  "Don't you know where you put them?"

   "Yeah, right under the bench...  Those ASSHOLES!  Those fuckers living
with Kai stole my clothes!"

   "Impossible," Sarah said.  "If they were right under our feet I would
have seen them try to take them."

   Finally, Lana spoke up.  "I pushed them into the lake."

   "What?" I asked.

   "WHAT!?" Sarah shouted.

   "When no one was looking, I pushed your clothes off the pier with my
foot," Lana said.

   "What the FUCK did you do that for!?" I asked.

   "Because you DESERVED it!" she said.

   "Lana..." Sarah tried to preempt her.

   "Don't 'Lana' me, Sarah.  I'm sick and fucking tired of Julie spending
all week moping about not getting into her Ivy League schools, acting like
it is so tragic she won't be able to leave us ordinary people behind
because she's so fucking high and mighty and better and smarter.  I worked
my ass off so I could get into good schools like UW and UI, and she acts
like they're garbage, like she has to 'settle for' being here.  Oh, will
you deign to grace us with your most excellent presence, your highness? 
Fuck that.  Sarah, you had to practically twist her arm to get her to come
to Madison with us..."

   "That's not true..." Sarah said.

   "Yes it is."

   "No it's not..."

   "DON'T interrupt, Sarah.  We've been her friends and fucking confidants
for as long as I can remember, but is she excited about being able to stick
together, the three of us?  No, it's all sadness and boo-hoo, and 'oh, I
guess I can get used to stooping to such a low level.'"

   "Lana, it's not like that.  She had goals..."

   "Yeah, it's always about goals.  Her goals.  Her.  She barely had time
for us, and no time for anyone else, because all she cared about was
herself and her stupid goals.  You know, Julie, I used to admire you.  I
admired how, even though you are one of the prettiest girls in the school,
and could have been popular and had tons of friends and boyfriends, you put
all that aside for the sake of academics.  Now I realize that the true
reason you didn't do anything social is you were too busy caring for
yourself to give a shit about the world around you."

   I stood there, completely nude and dripping wet, while I had my heart
ripped out of me and handed to me on a plate by Lana.

   "J.J., I'm sorry, don't listen to her," Sarah said.  "She's not being
fair..."

   "Yes she is," I said quietly, and took a deep breath.  "I've been so
focused on what I thought I wanted, I never took the time to appreciate
what I had.  I'm sorry."

   In the past I would have fought something like this and made excuses. 
And, looking back, I do realize Lana was being a bit unfair.  But there was
quite a lot of truth to what she said.  I apologized for my behavior
towards both of them, about how mopey and shitty I had been the past few
days.  Something about being nude made me more honest with myself and
honest with my friends.  It opened me up.  Just as my body was uncovered,
with nothing to hide, so was my soul.

   "I was afraid of losing you both," I said.  "You guys have been such a
central part of my life for so long, and I was faced with the reality of
separation.  I think I started to push you away to lessen the pain of
saying goodbye."

   Lana's fury abated somewhat and she chucked.  "Separation anxiety.  I've
read about this."

   "But you know what," Sarah said, "we don't have to say goodbye.  We
could all go to school here!"

   "You know, that doesn't sound like a bad idea," Lana said.  "Let's do
that."

   "Yes, let's do exactly that!" I said.  We all hugged one another, Lana
and Sarah not minding in the least my naked state.

   My naked state.  My clothes!  "My clothes, they're still floating around
somewhere in the lake!"

   I jumped in the water and searched around, under the pier, around the
pier, up and down the shore, but my clothes were nowhere to be found.  The
only thing I had to wear were my socks and shoes.  As it became more and
more clear that that I'd be returning to the hostel au naturel, I became
more excited.  That excitement was bolstered by the positive emotional rush
of working things out with Lana.  I quietly swam over to the ladder.  I had
to do something about the sexual pressure that had been steadily building
that night.

   They couldn't see me where I was, under the pier behind the ladder. 
They thought I was still somewhere searching for my clothes.  Holding on to
the ladder with one hand, I let the other drift down under the water until
it found my pussy.  I slowly drifted my fingers back and forth over my
outer lips, luxuriating in the pleasure that even this light touch was
giving me.  I rubbed my vulva around with my open hand, sending delicious
sensations through my inner labia and clit.  Oh God, I was touching myself
right here, right in the open, in the middle of the city, with my two best
friends right above me!  It felt so dirty and wicked and yet so wonderful
and exciting.

   A gentle wave was moving across the lake, and as my body bobbed up and
down, I let one finger slip inside my slit, where the water mingled with my
own juices, leaving me slippery and slick.  I moved it slowly up and down,
in rhythm with the waves.  It was like the lake itself was slowly fucking
me.

   In my mind I pictured Kai, standing back up on the pier, naked, his
hard-on jutting straight out.  This time he wasn't shy or demure at all,
but proud of his male body, encouraging me to look at him.  In my fantasy I
climbed out of the water to be with him, and the two of us faced one
another, our bodies naked and glistening with water.  I stepped forward and
grabbed his dick - in my mind it was hard as steel.  He got down and lay on
his back on the pier, and I straddled him, guiding his phallus into my
eager sex.  In my dream I was no virgin, and he slid easily into me.

   As the waves slowly rocked me up and down in reality, I pictured myself
rocking up and down on Kai's cock.  He reached up and grabbed my breasts,
groping each of them and sweaking my rock-hard nipples.  As I pictured this
scene, I started rubbing a finger directly over my now-exposed clit.  My
other hand gripped the ladder tightly, knuckles turning white.  The
pleasure was so...  intense...  I felt myself boiling up past the point of
inevitibility.

   Oh my God, I was going to cum, right here in the lake!!

   I wrapped both legs tighly around the bottom of the ladder and started
rubbing myself with reckless abandon.  I was determined to build this into
an orgasm for the ages.  Panting heavily, I leaned forward, my forehead
resting against the metal rail as I continued to pleasure my clitoris in
large, circular strokes.

   Lights flashed.  My body convulsed.  I gripped the ladder for dear life
as wave after wave of ecstasy flowed over me.  Without thinking, I let out
a yelp, which I quickly stiffled.

   "J.J., is that you?" I heard Lana ask from what seemed like two miles
away.  "Did you find them?"

   I couldn't answer her, at least not with anything meaningful and
coherent, and not without giving away what I was up to.  Aftershocks kept
coursing through my body as the most powerful orgasm of my life slowly
subsided.  The world suddenly went dark for a moment and I think I almost
blacked out.  I loosened my grip on the ladder and regained my composure as
quickly as I could.

   "No, I thought I spotted them, but it was just driftwood," I lied.

   I swam underwater a bit to cool off a bit and not look so flustered when
I exited the water.  Climbing out, I hoped my appearance didn't give away
what just happened.

   "J.J., I'm so sorry," Lana said.  "I don't see how you can avoid walking
across town naked!"

   It never occurred to any of us that I could wear something of Sarah's
and maybe something of Lana's, and been at least somewhat covered.

   "Well, as I'm so fond of pointing out," I said, "it's perfectly legal."
I wasn't going to get mad at Lana.  Not after our reconciliation, and not
in the afterglow of such an amazing experience.  And even after getting
myself off, I was still secretly excited at the idea that I would have to
walk some mile or so through a city's downtown to get to my nearest
clothes. "I don't really have much of a choice, so let's go."

   I wondered how far we'd be able to make it before we were harassed.  As
it turned out, not very far.  We got as far as Langdon Street on the other
side of the Memorial Union when I heard a loud, authoritative voice:

   "HEY!  Hold it RIGHT THERE.  None of you move!"

   My blood turned to ice.  A UW police officer was approaching us,
nightstick drawn.  And he did not look happy.

   "The three of you, put your hands at your sides, and don't make a single
move." The cop patted my two friends down, maybe looking for drugs or
whatever.  He found nothing.  There was no reason to search me.  "Lady, you
are under arrest for indecent exposure.  I'm also arresting you two as
accessories."

   Was he out of his mind?

   Sarah spoke up first.  "Sir, you can't do that.  Nudity is protected in
the Constitution." Damn, she had balls.

   "You speak back to me again, 'ma'am', and I'll shove your face in the
pavement, do you understand me?  My whole life, this town has been run by
perverts.  Perverts hiding behind the Constitution.  You want to argue the
Constitution, you can do that in front of the judge."

   Suddenly, I saw a man dressed in a fancy suit walking towards us, on the
other side of the cop.  "Sir, it really isn't necessary to arrest these
three young ladies," he said in an elegant English accent.

   "Why don't you shut your..." the cop said as he turned around to face
the man.  He stopped in mid sentence when he saw who it was.

   "The lady with the raven hair is correct.  You have no grounds to arrest
these women.  I suggest you return to your beat.  There's been a rash of
property crimes on campus lately, and we require fine law enforcement
officials such as yourself to keep a close watch on things."

   The cop looked like he had the wind knocked out of him.  "Y-yes, sir."
He left the scene as quickly as he had arrived.

   "Allow me to introduce myself," the man said.  "My name is Edmund
Bryant."

   "CHANCELLOR Bryant!?" Lana and Sarah said in unison.

   Oh.  God.  No.

   "It's...  um...  what a pleasure and honor it is to meet you," Sarah
said, shaking the hand of the University of Wisconsin Chancellor.  He was
incredibly handsome, about fifty years old, with thick dark hair and
piercing eyes.  He looked like that old actor, Pierce Brosnan, back in his
heyday.

   "Are you three students here?" he asked.

   I was too paralyzed to say or do anything.

   "Yes!" Lana said.  "I mean no!  I mean, not yet.  We're high school
seniors, but we've been accepted."

   I wasn't sure we'd still be accepted after this little incident.

   "I know I have a biased opinion, but I would highly recommend choosing
Wisconsin.  And you, young Godiva," he said, turning to me, "I hope this
incident hasn't soured our school too much for you." The entire
conversation the chancellor never looked at me except straight in the eyes.

   "No...  no sir.  It really is a beautiful campus."

   "Splendid.  I must say I appreciate your willingness to cast off the
conventions of society.  Don't let our more conservative element discourage
you.  You are welcome to continue your journey of self-expression on this
campus.  If anyone impedes you..." he handed me a business card.  "This is
my direct number.  Call me personally, and I will see what I can do to
assist you."

   I simply took his card.  I think I may have squeaked as well.

   The chancellor withdrew a pipe and a small bag from his jacket.  He
began packing the bowl.

   "What...  um, what are you up to this evening, Mr.  Chancellor, Sir,"
Lana said.

   "Please, you can call me Ed," he said, lighting his pipe.  The aroma of
rich, sweet tobacco filled the air around us as he puffed.  "This evening I
was forced to entertain a small group of very wealthy alumni.  Boring
fuckers really," the profanity sounded amusing in his erudite accent, "but
it's part of what the regents hired me for."

   "You have tobacco," Sarah said, pointing out the obvious.  "Isn't it
illegal?"

   "Illegal to sell, certainly, my darling," he said with a smile.  "But
the law says nothing about possession or use."

   Just then a stunning, six-foot-tall blonde in a sequined gown stepped
out of a classic Lexus sports car parked not far away.  She looked to be in
her late 20s.  "Honey," she said in a Midwestern accent, "we need to get
going home.  The baby sitter is going to wonder where we are!"

   "Well, I must be going.  I would love to spend more time with the three
of you, but the university might frown upon my fraternizing with
prospective students who are in the nude." He got in the car with his wife
and sped off for home.

   "Wow, if he goes home to THAT every night I don't think we have to worry
about him hitting on students," Sarah said with a laugh.  We all had a good
laugh about the whole situation.

   "It's a good thing we weren't arrested," I said.  "I don't even have an
ID with me.  It's in my wallet, which is somewhere in the lake with my
clothes!"

   "I grabbed your wallet and keys along with your phone before I pushed
your clothes in," Lana said.  "I'm not THAT evil."

   There was another thing I was wondering: "How do you both know the UW
chancellor by name?  I don't even know who the president of Harvard is."

   "Edmund Bryant is a bit of a celebrity," Sarah explained.  "Very
well-to-do.  I think he went to Eaton with King William.  I mean, back when
he was Prince William."

   The three of us managed to get back to the hostel without much more
excitement.  Well, unless you count all the cat calls, whistles, and honked
horns I got on the way back.  I wondered if I would end up in the
newspaper. It was after 2 AM at that point, and the bars were closed, so
fortunately there weren't a lot of people out.

   Back in our room, all three of us offered to sleep on the floor.  We
decided Lana should get the floor as punishment for losing my clothes.

   I never did get re-dressed that night.  I had taken to sleeping nude
anyway, so I simply got into bed the way I was.

   Before falling asleep I thought about what had happened that night.  My
outlook on life had turned around 180 degrees from how I felt after school
that afternoon.  Life was good, and it would only get better from here. 
Who needed some fancy exclusive education?  I had the best friends a woman
could hope for, endless possibilities open to me, and a fantastic body I
wanted the world to see.  How could I have anything to complain about?  I
fell asleep very contented.

   I awoke at around 10 AM.  Lana and Sarah were already up.  Sarah was
putting on makeup in front of the mirror and Lana was sitting on Sarah's
bed, reading a book on her cell.  I threw the covers off, stood up, and
stretched, making no effort to hide my nudity.

   "Well, I'm going to take a shower," I said as I rummaged through my
duffel bag, looking for my towel.  I was going to wrap up for the short
walk down to the bathroom.

   "I dare you not to cover up on your way to the shower," Sarah said. 
Lana immediately looked up from her book, a smile on her face.

   So that's how it was going to be, huh?  Sarah and Lana daring me to push
the limits of my nude behavior.  "I can't do that!" I said.

   "Why not?" Lana asked.  "You were naked in front of a whole lot of
people last night.  What's the big deal just walking down the hallway?"

   "It's light out now!" I said.  "I had the cover of night before."

   I knew that excuse wouldn't hold water.  I also realized something
significant: it always seemed like good things happened when I got nude. 
There were some frightening moments, to be sure, but since I started taking
off my clothes I found myself changing for the better.

   Agreeing to meet their challenge, I simply held my towel in one hand, my
toiletries caddy in the other, and stepped out into the hallway --