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Subject: {ASSM} Human Sexuality 201 - Ch 4 (exh)
Date: Mon, 20 May 2002 07:10:02 -0400
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	Monday morning I couldn't wait for class.
	Friday's class had changed my life.
	I kept thinking about it all weekend long.
	Being a freshman and new to the area, I didn't know many people
so I stayed in the dorm much of the time.  God it felt so good to
be nude.  That climax was so incredible!
	I couldn't get these thoughts out of my mind.
	I masturbated 4 times over the weekend.	
	I've always been a very conservative girl.  Never did anything
out of line.  Didn't even have sex until a few months ago.
	Now I felt like a raging nymphomaniac.
	Saturday and Sunday I slept nude.  I've never done that before.
	This morning (Monday) I didn't bother to get dressed until the
last minute.  I walked to the shower nude (our dorm room shares a
bathroom with the room on the other side).  They're all girls and
nudity isn't a problem, but most of the time people at least have
a towel around them.  Not me.  I stood there in my birthday suit
brushing my teeth and combing my hair.  It felt marvelous.
	I walked into class and had my shirt off even before I got to
the back wall.
	Everyone seemed as excited as I did.
	At the same time, everyone was a little nervous because today we
would be choosing our term projects.
	My idea was wild - but I'll come to that later.
	As the bell rang Ms Thompson came walking in (I never have
figured out how she timed that so well).  She carried a big bag
full of stuff.  Her robe came off and she stood before us, nude.
	"Class, today you will present your ideas for your term
projects.  I hope you've put some real thought and imagination
into them.  Although I'm sure you've read them, I want to
emphasis a few of the basic ground rules before we begin."
	"First, this is a science class.  Therefore your project must
have some sort of scientific basis.  You must be examining
something or recording the reaction of others.  Realize that
almost everything can be made into some sort of study.  Your
project must have some sort of goal and be reaching some sort of
conclusion."
	"Second, I encourage you to work with and help your classmates.
However, they cannot be part of your study.  All participants
must be outside of this class."
	"I have talked to the administration, campus security, and the
city police department.  All of them have agreed to support your
activities.  Therefore, you will not be arrested or charged with
indecency for anything you do in connection with this class as
long as you are not physically injuring someone against their
will.  You are not limited to the campus.  I've even had some
discussions with the governor.  Nothing settled there, but if it
comes down to it I'll be glad to press the issue further."
	"Any questions?"
	We all sat nervously silent.
	"Jonathon, lets begin with you.  Come to the front of the class
and share your idea with us."
	Jonathon walked to the front of the room.  He was obviously a
body builder and proud of it (with good reason).  Every muscle
looked sculpted and hard.  He was about 5'10 and 190 pounds.  No
fat.
	"I've met some nudists and would like to study their lifestyle.
I'd like to spend some time at a nudist resort and report on how
society in general reacts to the nudist culture."
	"I see," replied Ms Thompson.  "How do intend to do this?"
	"Well, there are a half a dozen nudist resorts within a couple
of hundred miles from here.  I'd like to go to each one and
interview the visitors.  Get to know some of them.  Simply try to
learn more about their culture."
	"Have you ever practiced nudism, Jonathon?"
	"No ma'am."
	"Would you like to?"
	"Well, umm.  That's sort of why I want to do this.  I want to
learn whether I want to become a nudist or not."
	"Do you think spending 4 or 5 weekends nude will be enough to
make that decision?"
	"I don't know ma'am"
	"Do you think that going to a nudist resort is the best way to
study how society in general reacts to the nudist culture?"
	"Yes ma'am.  That's where I'll find people who have lived in
that lifestyle who can tell me the problems they have faced."
	Ms Thompson got a firm look in her eyes.  "Jonathon, go to the
back of the class and bring me your clothes.'
	With a worried look in his eyes Jonathon retrieved his clothes.
	"Overall I approve of your project.  The study of nudism and the
view of our society on that subculture will be fascinating. 
However, you have not taken it far enough.  This is a practical
course.  Going to a few nudist resorts will not get you the
information you need.  Living it will."
	"Jonathon, your project is to live life as a nudist for the rest
of this term.  You may wear shoes and basic jewelry, but nothing
else until you have completed the final exam.  You will write a
daily journal of your experiences as well as conduct interviews
with several people both on and off campus.  If the temperature
falls below 32 degrees you may wear an overcoat while outside,
but must remove it whenever you come inside.  Points will be
deducted for any situation in which you determine you must wear
clothes.  To many such episodes and you will fail the course. 
Any questions?"
	Jonathon looked shell shocked.  He couldn't say a word.  He had
just gone from wanting to see a few naked people over the weekend
to parading nude for an entire semester!
	Ms. Thompson handed him a large plastic bag.  "Please remove any
important items before placing your clothes in this bag.  Write
your name on the space provided.  I'll return them to you after
the final exam."
	Speechless, Jonathon removed his keys and wallet from his jeans
and placed them in the bag.
	The rest of us squirmed uneasily.  Each of us was wondering what
she would do to our ideas.
	"Maria, come forward and tell us your idea please."
	Maria stepped forward.  She was Hispanic.  A junior.  20 years
old.  She had beautiful brown skin, large breasts with dark
nipples.  Her pussy was hidden in a lush tangle of black hair. 
She stood about 5'4" and weighed about 130.
	"I want to measure men's cocks," she giggled.  "I want to know
for sure what the average size of a man really is!"
	Everyone chuckled.
	"O.K."  replied Ms Thompson.  "How do you intend to do this?"
	"I'll ask a bunch of guys that I know.... And maybe some of the
guys in here.  They'll drop their pants and play with themselves
until they get hard.  Then I'll measure them."
	"How many do you think you will measure?"
	"I haven't really thought about that," she replied.  "Probably
30 or 40."
	"Do you think 30 cocks is enough of a sample to determine the
normal size for society?"
	"I think so.  I don't know that many more men."
	"Do you think they men you know accurately reflect the make up
of American men?"
	"Uhhh.  Probably not."
	"Maria, there are approximately 100 days in this semester.  Five
men a day would be a good sample.  I want you to measure and
record 500 different cocks between now and the end of the term. 
You will get 100 from each age bracket: 15 - 25, 26 - 35, 36 -
45, 46 - 55, over 55.  You will record their name, age, race,
cock length when flaccid and when rigid, and cock girth when
rigid.  Note any irregularities as well.  Put this into a
spreadsheet and calculate largest, smallest, and average as well
as any other statistical information you think would be helpful.
Also, it will be your responsibility to get the men hard, not
theirs."
	"Any questions?"
	"What?!! How am I going to find that many men in that many age
groups?"
	"I don't know, Maria.  That's your problem.  You're probably
going to have to go around town and ask people."
	Maria looked just as shocked as Jonathon when she took herseat.
	That's the way every project went.  Someone would go to
the front and present his idea and before he was allowed to sit
down the whole thing had been expanded to much larger proportions
than he had intended.
	One girl wanted to wear revealing clothes.  Ms Thompson cut off
her jeans at the crotch, cut her sleeves off her t shirt and cut
the bottom to just below her nipples.
	One girl wanted to analyze the amount of semen from an average
ejaculation.  She was instructed to get 300 condoms full for her
study.
	One guy chose to study golden showers.
        Another guy wanted to be trained as a submissive.
        Both a guy and a girl wanted to study the reactions of
observers to "accidental" exposures.  They each had to have 100
"incidents."
	For some reason I was one of the last ones called up.
	"Lisa, please come share your idea with the class."
	Instead of getting nervous as the class went on I had become
more and more excited.
	"I want to push my sexual envelope by doing things I've never
thought of before," I stated.  "Friday was the most amazing day
of my life, but I would never of thought of that on my own."
	"I want to perform various dares in public and record my own
reaction and growth as well as that of those around me.  However,
I am not sure where to get the dares or how often I should
perform them."
	I turned to Ms Thompson, confident that she would have no
problem whatsoever telling me where to get the dares or how often
to perform them.
	"Excellent, Lisa.  Class, I think we can help her out on this
one.  There are thirty of us and 100 days.  We will each write 11
dares on index cards for a total of 330 dares and place them in a
bag.  You will pull three out each day to perform.  You may
discard up to a total of 30 dares, but never more than one on a
given day. If you discard one, you must draw another one to
replace it.  You will keep a logbook of each dare and a journal
of you sexual journey.  Any questions?"
	I was tingling with anticipation.  "No ma'am."
	"Class.  Here are some index cards.  Take a moment now and fill
out one dare each.  Lisa will draw from these until Wednesday's
class.  I want all of you to have written 10 more dares for her
by Wednesday."
	"Lisa.  You must not read any of these dares before hand.  If a
dare calls for you to do something that you are simply not able
to do on that day but are willing to do at the first available
opportunity then you will do it at that time.  In other words, if
you are dared to attend a football game in the nude and it is
Thursday and the next game is Saturday, then Thursday you will
perform the remaining two dares and on Saturday you will go to
the game and still complete Saturday's dares.  Does that make
sense?"
	"Yes ma'am."  What was I getting myself into, allowing this
class determine my fate for the rest of the semester.
	"Alright class, turn in your dares."
	Everyone handed up their index cards.  Ms Thompson dumped them
in a canvas bag.
	"Lisa, come choose 3 cards for today's dare."
	I was excited and terrified at the same time.
	"I dare you to stay nude until the next class period."
	"I dare you to give blow jobs to the first 5 willing guys you
see in the hall after class!"
	"I dare you to masturbate with a cucumber in the middle of the
grocery store until you climax."
	My God.  What had I done?
	A few people were left after me.  I didn't hear anything they
said.  I was to busy thinking about my dares.



****Note from author:  Please respond with any dare ideas to
knightwolf999@charter.net

	

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