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***This is a work of fiction.  It contains mature subject matter and graphic sex.  If you are underage or if such subject matter is offensive to you please stop reading and go elsewhere.***

Review
Lisa Armstrong is an 18 year old freshman at Southeastern University.  She
has enrolled in Human Sexuality 201 - a course that has never been offered
at this school before.  It is a hands on class studying every aspect of
sexuality.  The course is taught in the nude.

   Ch 1 introduced the students to the class

   Ch 2 each student introduced himself or herself in the nude

   Ch 3 the class was forced to walk across campus nude to the biology lab
where they measured each other, intimately.

   Ch 4 the students presented their term project ideas to the class and
had them "adjusted" by Ms Thompson.

   Ch 5 Lisa begins her first day of dares: Stay nude until the next class
period; give 5 blow jobs after class; masturbate in a grocery store with a
cucumber.

   

Ch 6 - Day 2 of dares

	I awoke to the sound of the phone ringing.  I rolled over, half
asleep, and grabbed it before it woke anyone else up.
	"Hello," I muttered.
	"Hello, Lisa?  I hope I didn't wake you.  This is CoachPerrin."
	"Coach Perrin?  No. No.  I was just about to get up. 
What time is it anyway?"
	"6:45.  I had to catch you before you left.  I've got a project
for you."
	What now?  Coach Perrin was my gymnastics coach.  He seemed to
take special delight in the fact that I was nude at yesterday's
practice.
	"O.K.  What do you need, Coach?" I asked apprehensively.
	"The gymnastics team takes turns teaching the junior high
gymnastics class at Lincoln Junior High.  Bob was going to do it
today, but he just called me.  Said he was sick.  I checked the
schedule and you're the only one without a first period class.  I
need you to be at their gym by 8:00."
	"Coach, I can't!" I wailed.
	"Why not?" he demanded, a note of irritation in his voice.
	"Well, I can't.  It's my Human Sexuality project.  I have to
stay nude until tomorrow's class!"
	"Lisa, as I understand it, that class's requirements were not to
interfere with any other responsibilities.  Is that correct?" he
demanded.
	"Yes.  But I can't go to a junior high class in the nude!"
	"Lisa, I've already spoken to the principal there.  He's a
graduate of Southeastern and fully backs the initiative this
school is taking to become the primary university in the nation
dealing with all aspects of human sexuality.  He has no problem
with you coaching the students in the nude.  Now is there any
other reason that you cannot be there this morning?"
	"No sir," I answered meekly.  "What do I need to do?
	"It's a mixed class consisting of a dozen boys and girls in 7th,
8th, and 9th grades.  Most of them have been in gymnastics for
several years and are well trained in the basics.  You will be
responsible for demonstrating and leading them in their floor
exercises.  The class starts at 8:00.  Please report to the
principal's office a few minutes early."
	"Yes sir," I replied.
	"Thank you, Lisa.  I'll see you at practice this 
afternoon."
	He hung up.
	I lay there, stunned.
	It was 6:50.  In one hour I had to be at a junior high - nude! 
I had no car, so I would have to ride my bike - nude!  And I had
to teach gymnastics to a group of boys and girls - nude!
	I wanted to cry.  There was no way I could do this!  But I was
determined not to quit.
	I sat up and reached over for the bag with the dares in it.  May
as well get all the bad news at once.  I pulled out three cards.
	"Stop shaving your pussy.  (The class could see that my pussy
was shaved when they wrote the dares).  When you have sufficient
growth, go to the Main Street Barber, strip, and have the owner
shave your pussy. You must do this on a Saturday afternoon."
	Well, at least I didn't have to do that dare today.
	"Go down to the Fine Arts Theater - at the corner of HWY 57 and
12th St.  Buy some Ben Wa balls.  While at the counter, insert
them in your pussy and leave them there all day.  The theater is
open 24 hours."
	"You must pee outside all day long.  You must have at least two
observers each time."
	It was almost 7:00.  I had one hour to get to the theater, buy
those Ben Wa balls (whatever they were), and get to the school.
	I jumped out of bed and into the shower.  It took a remarkably
short time to get ready.  Wash my hair, comb it out, put it in a
tight pony tail, slip on my sneakers and I was dressed for the
day!
	Mindy, my roommate, was laying in bed watching.  She thought the
whole thing was hilarious.  I had not met her until we got to
school last week.  She had heard rumors about the human sexuality
class before she came and thought I was insane for signing up for
it.
	She was a lot more experienced sexually than I was (I think -
hard to tell how much was just talk and how much was true).  She
seemed to get a kick out of finding out what I had to do.
	I looked in the mirror before heading out.  A fresh face with
bright green eyes looked back at me, my dark pony tail swinging
behind my back.  My breasts were small, each about the size of a
peach.  The nipples were already standing tall.  My narrow hips
looked more like a boy's than a girl's, except for the shaved
pussy in the middle.  Looking in the mirror I realized that I
could easily be mistaken for a student in the class rather than
the coach!
	7:15!  I had to run!
	I've discovered that when I'm in a rush it's much easier to
ignore the whistles and stares.
	I grabbed my purse, flung it over my shoulder, and ran out the
door and downstairs to my bike.  A couple of other girls were
getting their bikes out too.  They started asking me what I had
to do today (I seemed to be the talk of the dorm).  I quickly
told them I was late and couldn't talk, mounted my bike, and took
off.
	I knew right where I was headed.  The Fine Arts Adult Theater
wasn't far away.  It was strategically located near one of the
main entrances to the campus.  They obviously knew who their main
clientele was.  My mother had gone on one of her rampages when
she saw it.  She would be horrified to know that I was headed
there.  Of course, she'd be even more horrified to learn that I
was riding my bike nude through the streets of town!
	As I rode I began to realize that I had not peed since I got up.
 My bladder felt like it was about to burst.  I knew I had to pee
outside, and a wicked thought crossed my mind.
	I pulled up to the store and swung my leg off the bike.  A man
coming out of the door got a clear flash of my wide open pussy
and dropped his videos all over the sidewalk.  Instead of picking
them up he just stood and stared at me.
	I looked around and saw another man getting out of his car, a
look of shock on his face.  Smiling at him, I squatted beside my
bike and released a strong stream of urine.  I must of peed for
30 or 45 seconds, a large puddle forming beneath me.
	A small trickle ran down my leg as I stood up and walked inside,
followed by my two observers.
	I had never expected it to be busy at 7:30 in the morning. 
There must have been 15 to 20 men looking around.  It took less
than a second for every one of them to know that a nude girl had
just walked in.
	The man at the counter grinned and walked over to me.
	"Morning ma'am.  I need to see your ID please."
	"What? Oh.  Of course," I replied.  I'd never been in an adult
store before.  There were rows and rows of videos in front of me.
 Along one wall was a whole rack of magazines and books.  In the
back was a doorway with a sign over it declaring video rooms for
rent.
	I showed the man my ID.  He looked at it and chuckled.
	"Alright Lisa.  How can I help you?"
	I stammered for a moment.  I had become intensely aware of my
nudity.  A dozen men had gathered around me.  I was surprised at
how polite they were.  No one was touching me or even coming very
close to me.  They simply stood and stared.
	"I... I... um, need some Ben Wa balls," I muttered.
	"Alright." he replied.  "Those'll be right over here."
	He led the way to the other side of the counter.  The group of
men parted as I followed.
	In front of me was a collection of dildos, vibrators and other
things that I could only imagine the purpose of.  It seemed like
hundreds of different sized toys for both men and women.
	The man plopped 3 different packages on the counter.  Each bag
held 3 round metal balls and were marked small, medium, and
large.  The large were almost the size of a tennis ball.  I'
don't know how anyone could have gotten them in their pussy.  The
medium looked like silver ping pong balls, slightly smaller.  The
small was about the size of a large marble.
	I pointed at the medium and he rang it up.  $19.95.
	He started to put them in a sack.
	"That's not necessary," I said.
	My hands were shaking as I tore open the bag and held the balls
in my hand.  They were perfectly smooth and felt cold as I rolled
them in my hand.
	The men stared in disbelief as I squatted, opened my legs, and
slid each one in my pussy.  I stood up and a wave of pleasure
flowed through me.
	I had to really concentrated to hold my pussy closed as I walked
out the door.  Everyone followed me outside.
	I stopped at my bike, trying to figure out how I was going to
get on it without the balls falling out.  Holding my bike in one
hand I held my pussy in the other as I threw my leg over the
seat.  Now I wish I had a more feminine bike.  Mine was a unisex
all terrain bike with a bar down the middle like a boy's bike.
	Glancing at my watch I realized I only had 10 minutes to get to
the school.  I started off, still holding my pussy until I could
press it against the seat.
	I don't know how I made it to the school.  I seemed to be in a
sexual haze the whole way.  I've never felt anything so
incredible before.
	The three balls in my pussy filled me completely.  The motion of
my legs peddling forced the balls to roll around constantly
inside me.  The seat of the bike split my pussy lips and rubbed
right up against my clit.  I was afraid the balls would slide out
so I pressed myself as hard as I could on the bike.  Everything I
rode over seemed to transfer directly to my pussy.  I felt like I
was being fucked in the middle of town while riding my bike!
	I felt a climax building as I turned into the parking lot of the
school.  I came to a screeching stop at the bike rack, put both
feet on the ground and pushed my pussy as hard as I could on the
seat.  One hand went immediately to my clit.  As soon as I
touched it I began to moan and then scream as a tidal wave of
pleasure swept over me.
	Finally I settle down and opened my eyes.
	Have you ever seen a junior high five minutes before the bell is
going to ring?  Twelve, thirteen, and fourteen year old kids were
all over the place!  And every one of them was looking at me! 
They each saw a young nude woman, sweat running down her breasts,
her pussy pressed against the seat of her bike, her finger pushed
against her clit, her thighs wet with cum.
	The whole world seemed to have come to a screeching halt.
	I was so embarrassed.  I couldn't believe what had just
happened.  I'd masturbated - climaxed - in the middle of a junior
high school yard.  
	No one had moved.
	I wanted so much to leave.  I wanted to turn and ride out of
there as fast as I possible could.
	But I knew I couldn't.  I had no idea what Coach Perrin would do
if I left.  I might lose my entire scholarship.
	I had no idea what Ms Thompson would do, either.  It would
certainly count against me if I refused to do it.
	Besides, a tiny part of me tingled at the thought of what had
just happened.  I actually enjoyed being "forced" to do something
that I would never do on my own.
	Sheepishly I tucked my head and rolled off my bike.  I felt the
balls start to slide out and quickly pushed them back in.
	My hand was still shoving them in my pussy when a man spoke up
behind me.
	"You must be Lisa"
	I jumped and twirled around.  A tall, heavyset man with a goatee
and his dark hair pulled into a short pony tail was standing
behind me.
	"Bill Wright.  I'm the Principal."  He put out his hand.
	Without thinking, I reached out and shook it.  Horrified, I
realized that my fingers were dripping with cum.
	He grinned.  "Coach Perrin told me about your Human Sexuality
class.  I didn't realize you were going to be giving live
demonstrations."
	I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there like an idiot. 
Like a very naked idiot.
	"Come with me, Lisa.  I'll show you to the gym."
	He led me in the front door and down the hall.  There was still
a couple of minutes before the bell and the hall was full of
kids.  A wave of silence seemed to roll down the hall ahead of us
as the kids became aware of our approach.  You'd think they had
never seen a nude girl walking down the middle of their hallway
before!
	The gym held a little more privacy.  At least it wasn't filled
with kids.  The gymnastics training room was off of the larger
basket ball court.  Mr. Wright led me in.
	There was nothing special about the room.  All the basic
equipment was there: a large floor mat, rings, balance beams,
bars etc.
	"The kids will be here in a few minutes.  Here's the class roll.
 How you lead them or what you have them do is basically up to
you.  Class is over at 9:20, but you need to release them by 9:05
so they can have time to shower and dress."
	"One point, Lisa.  We've been emphasizing hygiene and the
necessity of showering after class.  Even so, some of kids are
embarrassed and try to skip it.  You need to go into each locker
room and personally supervise that each child takes a shower."
	"Any questions?"
	"I have to go in the boys' locker room and watch them shower?"
	"I'm afraid so.  We can't have them going to class right after a
work out.  My office is at the end of the hall if you need me."
	The kids all came in as he walked out the door.  They couldn't
believe that they had a nude teacher!
	I'd worked as a part time trainer in my gym at home, so I was
comfortable leading a class.  Of course, I'd never led one in the
nude.
	It's weird.  There are times when I almost forgot I was nude. 
Times when I was truly in the moment and really didn't care what
I was or was not wearing.
	There are other times when I am acutely aware of my nudity. 
When I feel like everyone's eyes are on me.  When that happens I
become embarrassed and want nothing more than to run and hide
somewhere.  Of course, most of the time when I feel that way I'm
in a situation where running and hiding is absolutelyimpossible.
	This was one of those times.  As those seven girls
and five boys stood there looking at me I became acutely aware of
my nudity.  I wanted to run.  I wanted to hide.  I simply wanted
to cover up.
	Instead, I reached for the clipboard with the class roster.  As
I stepped forward I felt it happening but couldn't react intime.
	One of the silver balls in my pussy slid out.  I clenched
my legs and stopped the other two from falling but the first one
hit the mat, bounced once and rolled to the foot of one of the
boys!  He bent down and picked it up.
	"Uh.  You dropped this."
	"Sorry. Thanks," I muttered.  Not knowing what to do I simply
opened my legs and slid it back inside.  They all stared
incredulously at me.  A small tingle began to creep into my pussy
again.
	I called role and looked at the class.  There were seven girls,
2 7th graders, 2 8th graders, and 3 ninth graders.  They each
wore leotards, some surprisingly provocative.  Three of them wore
two piece leotards, cut high in the thigh.  Another had a thin
pink one piece that was almost sheer.  None of them wore anything
underneath.
	The guys were all dressed in shorts and t shirts.  The shorts
were all the same, but were also quite short and thin, not
unusual for gymnastics.  All 5 of them had prominent bulges
tenting their shorts.
	"Well, let's stretch," I said, and motioned for everyone to sit
in a circle, legs in front and spread.
	As the leader, I joined them.  With my legs spread wide open my
pussy was visible to all of them except the two on either side.
	I led them in several different stretching exercises, then stood
up while continuing to issue commands.  I had each one form a
bridge.  That's where you lay on you back, put your hands palm
down beside you head and push yourself up, arching your back high
above the ground.  Looking around I saw five hard cocks pushing
against the guys' shorts.  Several of the girls had wet spots on
their leotards.
	I finally decided it was time to get to work.  When I work out I
work out hard; when I lead a class I see that they work out hard
as well.  >From the way they were acting, I pushed them harder
than they were used to.  When the buzzer went off reminding me to
send them in to the showers, those poor kids were worn out. 
Sweat was trickling off their faces.
	"Alright guys.  Time to hit the showers," I announced.  "The
principal demanded that I verify that each one of you takes a
shower.  Therefore, do not get out of the shower until I come in
there.  That goes for the guys too! Understand?"
	"You're going to come watch us shower?!" one guy yelled.
	"Absolutely!  So get in there and get naked.  I'll be in there
after I've made sure all the girls have gotten in."
	Both groups went running in to the locker rooms.  I casually
followed the girls into theirs.  The balls in my pussy wiggled
provocatively.
	As soon as I walked in the girls practically assaulted me with
questions.
	"Do you really stay nude all the time?"
	"What are those things in your pussy?"
	"Do they feel good?"
	"Why is your pussy bald?"
	"Do you go outside like that?"
	"Is everyone at your college nude?"
	"Shut up everyone and let her answer," one girl yelled.
	They all quieted down.
	"All right girls.  Get undressed and get in the shower and I'll
answer all your questions."
	They quickly peeled off their leotards and jumped in the shower,
a large room with a dozen shower heads.
	I'd never really looked at girls this age before.  They were all
12 to 14 years old - and quite beautiful.  Each one had the slim
athletic body of a gymnast.  Their breasts were just beginning to
bud, their pussies just beginning to grow hair.  As they soaped
up they once again began shouting out questions.
	"Slow down," I yelled.  "I don't have much time, so you can each
ask one question."
	"Are you nude all the time?"
	"No.  Just yesterday, today, and tomorrow.  It's for a sex ed
class."
	"God I'm glad our sex ed class doesn't make us go nude!" replied
one girl.
	Another girl  piped up, "I don't know.  I think it'd be fun!"
	Everyone giggled.	
	"What are those silver balls in your pussy?"
	"Their called Ben Wa balls.  I have to keep them there allday.'
	"Do they hurt?"
	"No. They feel great.  But sometimes it's a little hard to keep
them inside."
	"Is everyone at the college nude?"
	"No.  Just me and one other guy.  But everyone has different
projects to do."
	"What's your project?"
	"I've got to complete 3 dares every day.  I never know what they
are until that day."
	"What else do you have to do today?"
	"Well.  I carry these balls all day.  I have to have my pussy
shaved in a couple of days at the barbershop and I have to pee
outside with at least 2 witnesses."
	Everyone giggled again.
	I suddenly remembered the boys.
	"I've got to go, girls.  It's been nice working with you.  Keep
up the good work and I'll see you again later."
	I turned and walked out and in to the boys' locker room.
	The guys were all in the shower, waiting for me.  They were each
standing under a shower head letting the warm water flow over
their nude bodies.  They had obviously already finished washing
up.  The guys were gorgeous.  Like the girls, they were slim and
athletic.  Their bodies were just beginning to develop real
muscle, moving away from the skin and bones that young boys have.
 As they saw me their young cocks rose to greet me.  They turned
away, embarrassed.
	"It's OK guys.  I've seen hard cocks before," I proclaimed,
trying to act casual.
	The truth is, seeing these naked boys was incredibly exciting. 
I leaned casually against the wall until they had all turned
around again.  Now, I'm not an expert on male anatomy.  Until
this week my experience was extremely limited.  Nevertheless, I
was surprised at how large these young cocks were.  Hard, they
were almost, though not quite, as large as a grown man.
	With an effort I tore my eyes away.
	"Well boys, we had all better get to class.  It's been a
pleasure teaching you.  I hope to see you again soon!"  I grinned
and walked out.
	The bell rang as I walked out of the gym and in to the hall. 
Kids poured out of the classrooms like water from a dam.  And
once again, as soon as they saw me they stopped and stared,
frozen in place.
	The crowd magically opened before me as I walked forward.  No
one dared get close enough to touch me, but everyone stared. 
Hundreds of young eyes were glued to my body as I walked down
that long hall.  The fullness of my pussy sent tingles up and
down my spine.  I kept thinking of those nude athletes in the
locker room.
	I walked outside and climbed on my bike, careful to keep the
balls from sliding out.
	I headed towards school.  I had a 10:00 class.  I had plenty of
time to get to the dorm, grab my books, and walk to class.  I
peddled slowly, enjoying the pressure of the balls rolling in my
soaking pussy.  Feeling the seat push against my sensitive clit.
I actually enjoyed the look of shock and surprise of those I
passed.  I had never realized how much of an exhibitionist I was.
 My embarrassment seemed to have left completely, replaced by
pure sexual energy.
	I felt my climax slowly building.  As I pulled into the dorm
parking lot it filled my body.  Just a gentle shuddering.  Calm
and relaxing.
	I sighed deeply and rolled off my bike.
	I went upstairs, got my books, and then strolled to class.  Word
had gotten out about the class.  Everyone still looked, but the
shock was gone.  I was surprised at the reactions I was
receiving.  Some people just ignored me.  Others stared in open
curiosity, simply not able to comprehend how someone could
willingly walk in public completely nude.  Pure lust shone in the
eyes of some.  That excited me.  
	Disgust and shame shone in the eyes of others, their faces
contorted with what I can only describe as hatred.  I realized
that these individuals had already judged me and found me guilty
of - it didn't matter what.  For them I was evil.	Fortunately I
didn't feel that from many.
	I saw Jonathon across the commons from me and waved.  He was
relaxing at a table in the sun, totally nude.  He, too, seemed to
have gotten used to being naked.  He'd better.  He had to stay
that way all semester.  I headed towards him and saw Janet coming
from the opposite direction.
	Janet's project was to record the reactions of society to her
extremely revealing wardrobe.  That sounds so scientific. 
Basically, she had to wear really revealing clothes all semester
and write about her experiences.
	Today she wore a bandana for a top (like on Survivor).  It was
folded into a triangle hanging down over her breasts.  Whenever
she bent over or moved you could see her tits.  She wore a
slightly larger bandana around her waist, tied on one side.  It
hid absolutely nothing.  
	The three of us met at Jonathon's table.  We were quite a site.
A nude man and a nude woman next to a may as well be nude woman.

	I heard a click and turned to see a kid taking pictures.  I
started to get upset, then realized it was inevitable and
relaxed.
	We stood there and talked for a few minutes before class was to
start.  It was nice to talk to some people who had gone through
similar trials.
	As we talked I realized I really needed to pee.  I told the two
about that part of my dare and asked them to watch.  Janet then
reminded me that since they were in the class they were
disqualified. 
	With that she turned and yelled as loud as she could, "Hey
everybody!  Lisa needs to pee.  Come watch!!"
	I was horrified as everyone within hearing distance turned to
see.
	"Just trying to help," Janet grinned.  "That was my dare!"
	I wasn't sure what to do, but I did need to pee.  And I did have
my audience. 
	I squatted right where I was and tried to relax.  That's hard to
do when you're the center of attention.
	After 10 seconds that felt like hours I finally felt myself
release.  A hard stream of urine flowed out of me.  I looked up
just as the kid with the camera knelt in front of me and took my
picture.  Since there was nothing I could do I just squatted
there, holding the balls in my pussy as a pool of pee grew behind
me.
	After such a busy morning the rest of the day was rather
uneventful.  I remained nude all day.  I kept the BenWa balls
inside me.  Quite honestly, by the end of the day they had
stopped being erotic at all.  Instead they became quite
uncomfortable.  As the excitement began to wear off my pussy
began to get dry.  I was sore for several days afterwards.
	Of course, I had to go to gymnastics.  That was actually pretty
fun.  I found that there is a sense of freedom exercising in the
nude.  I loved it.  And I loved the attention I received from
Coach Perrin and some of the others.  There's no way I could
compete in the nude (the judges would hold it against me), but I
wonder if I could arrange to practice nude all the time?
	I slid the balls out of my pussy just before crawling into bed,
still nude.  I had been nude in public since Monday morning. 
Tomorrow after class I would be able to dress again.
	I wonder what my dares will be tomorrow?


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