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Meyer's College, a Div. of Southeastern University (Part 07)
By: The Cape Cod
Beach Bum
LEGAL MUMBO JUMBO
WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language
of an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal
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SATURDAY AFTERNOON AFTER PRACTICE
Just as Billy predicted, ride availability dried up as soon as
their teammates learned of the reason. Some of their teammates
withdrew their offers in retribution after Wheeler and Jones lost
their bet, however most did it solely to maximize the freshmen's
embarrassment. After all what do upperclassmen live for, if not
to haze the frosh? Realizing they would need both arms to carry
the groceries, the boys opted to leave their gym bags in their
lockers. Consequently, they had nothing to hide behind, while
waiting for the MARTA bus to arrive. Downtown traffic came
almost to a standstill as the rubberneckers slowed to view the
unusual sight. Catcalls, blaring horns, and risque comments came
at them from all directions.
"Shit, Billy. I hope that bus gets here soon. I feel like I'm
in a fish bowl."
"I hear that, Bro. I'm feeling kinda stupid myself, standing
here nekkid with my wallet in my hand."
Unfortunately for the boys, the first two busses to pass them
were already overloaded with Saturday evening commuters. They
were to remain on display for almost thirty minutes, before a bus
with available space came along. As it was, the driver almost
continued on when he spied the boys waiting naked at the bus
stop. The other passengers crammed tightly together in an effort
to avoid touching the nude teenagers. It was as if they had the
plague or something. Standing room only, they were forced to
place their wallets in their teeth, spread their feet wide apart
and hold the hand rails above their heads, against the
herky-jerky, stop-start motions of the bus. Unable to even
object, their nude bodies were totally on display and at the
mercy of their fellow riders. One younger woman took the
opportunity to caress Michael's inner thighs and reach up between
his legs to cup his balls and stroke his cock to a massive
erection.
Licking her lips lasciviously she commented, "My aren't you a big
one!"
Blushing a deep shade of crimson, there wasn't anything Michael
could do to prevent her fondling his genitals. Seizing the
moment, the elderly lady in the seat behind her subjected Billy
to the same treatment. Slowly it dawned on the boys, this is the
type of sexual harassment girls have been forced to endure over
the years. Wordlessly at the first opportunity, they fled from
the confines of the bus, even though still a number of blocks
from their destination. That sense of fear and helplessness was
not something they would soon forget, nor wish on even their
worst enemy. The bus pulled away from the curb, resounding with
the jeering and catcalls of its' passengers. Still shaking from
the experience, they collapsed on the bus stop bench covering
their heads with their hands. After a five minute break to
compose themselves, and allow their tumescent organs to return to
their normal size, they resumed their trip to the supermarket on
foot.
"I don't care if we gotta lug the groceries all the way back to
campus, I'm walking if I can't sit on the next bus," Billy
declared somewhat forcefully, "I ain't goin' through that shit
again. I never thought I'd object to a handjob, but that bitch
was old enough to be my Grandma."
"I hear you. Let's get this over with as quick as we can."
Grabbing two empty carts from the corral, they made their way
into the supermarket. A checker, about to object to their nudity
while in the store, reconsidered seeing the look of grim
determination on their faces. To speed things up, they each took
half of the grocery list. Michael would get the meats, cheeses,
and pasta, while Billy was in charge of procuring the vegetables,
salad fixings and herbs. Rendezvousing in record time back at
the registers, they reviewed their individual shopping lists to
make sure they had everything. They didn't want to have to come
back. It's a good thing they did, neither had remembered the
bread, an oversight Amy was not liable to allow them. Guaranteed
she would hold them to the menu, without substitutions. Unless
they had a good excuse- like the poor quality of an ingredient.
While Michael waited in the line, Billy jogged over to the bakery
section to get the eight loaves of fresh bread they needed.
Self-conscious at being the center of attention, the line seemed
to take forever. Time seemed to be traveling in slow motion for
the naked teenagers. Was it only their imagination, or was the
checker going slower to maximize their discomfort? Why did the
manager take so long to respond, when she called for their charge
authorization? Finally! They were done and able to make their
way to the bus kiosk for the return trip back to the safety of
their campus.
Michael breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank God that's over! And
at least this stop's partially enclosed, so we're not totally on
display."
They had already allowed three busses to pass them by, and were
about to reject number four when the driver opened the door, "If
y'all wanna ride tonight, you better climb aboard. This is the
last run for the evening."
Shit. They forgot it was Saturday, MARTA shut down early on the
weekends. Reluctantly, and in spite of their earlier resolve,
they climbed aboard the bus. The fifteen block walk back to
campus carrying their groceries, was more than they wanted to
attempt. Placing their bags on the floor in front of them, they
stoically grabbed the handrails, grimly preparing to endure the
return ride. The gods were with them. Other than a few
miscellaneous rude comments, for the most part they were ignored
on this trip. In addition, since the final run was cut short,
and the campus was located near the end of it, they were even
able to sit down for a portion of the ride.
When they were the last remaining passengers on the bus, the
driver turned and asked them before proceeding, "Boys, I gotta
know. Why are y'all running around nekkid? And why the hell
didn't you wanna ride my bus?"
After the boys related their earlier experience to him, he shook
his head in sadness, "You know I was against this program when it
came up a bunch a years ago. But if two boys as big as y'all can
get accosted by a mob on a public bus, just for a little
nekkidness. We need it bad."
To demonstrate his newfound support, and since it was his last
run of the day anyhow, he dropped them off in front of their
door, even helping to carry their groceries to the front porch.
Hearing the bus' arrival, some of the other students came out as
they approached the door. Declining their offer of a cold drink
for his kindness he allowed, "My Missus probably wouldn't cotton
to me sittin' around with a bunch a pretty young girls." Adding
with a wink, "Especially pretty nekkid ones."
Thanking him again, the gang gathered up the groceries. Carrying
the bags into the kitchen to put away for the evening, they
bombarded Michael and Billy with questions regarding their recent
experience. The noise level of their conversation drew Beth out
of her office. Seeing their obvious distress, she quietly, but
firmly, suggested, "I think Michael and Billy need a little time
to process what they've just gone through, Guys. Why don't you
give them a little space, and we'll discuss it in class Monday
night. Okay?"
Grumbling a little, the others reluctantly agreed and began to
disperse.
She added for the boys' benefit, "Michael? Billy? If you need
to talk, I'll be here all night. Don't forget, we're all
available for you to talk to, at anytime. Okay? That goes for
the rest of you too. Remember, anytime, day or night."
Billy replied, "Thanks, Beth, I appreciate that." And then added
grinning, "But what I really gotta do right now is eat!"
The others rapidly agreed, and in an amazing show of solidarity,
all twenty-four nude students traveled down the hill to the
cafeteria, en mass, for Dinner.
DINNER TIME
Michael, Kelly, Peter, Linda, Billy and Keiko found an empty
table in a quiet corner, where they could relax and enjoy their
evening meal. Looking around as she placed her tray down on the
table Kelly remarked, "Michael, aren't those the two guys that
gave us grief this morning?"
Glancing over to where she was indicating he replied, "Yup."
"They're sitting there naked!"
"Yup."
"Do you know why?"
"Yup."
Frustration finally got to her. She punched him sharply in the
upper arm.
"OW! Hey that hurts!" he complained while rubbing his arm.
"As well it should," she replied indignantly, "Now cut the crap
and tell me what's going on!"
Chuckling he replied, "They lost a bet this morning."
"And?" she questioned.
"And they have to remain naked until Monday night at 7 PM."
Punching him in the arm again she growled, "Grrrr! Michael,
you're exasperating! Billy, will you please tell us what's going
on?"
Choking in an attempt to control his laughter he answered,
"Gladly, Darling." And proceeded to fill them in on this
morning's confrontation and the subsequent bet in the locker
room.
"Thank you, Billy! At least there's one gentleman at this
table." Producing laughs all around, with a hug and kiss on top
of her head from Michael.
"Seriously, Michael. Is this gonna cause you problems?" she
asked him genuinely concerned.
"Don't worry about it, Sweetheart. (She liked the sound of that!)
They're just jealous because we took their number two slots away
from them. This is just a convenient excuse for them. To be
quite honest, they aren't very good. And we're backing up two
All Americans. Billy and I probably won't be seeing much Varsity
playing time this season anyway."
"If they aren't very good, then why are they still on the team?"
asked Linda.
"It's simple. Everyone knows when you have a winning team, it's
easier to recruit quality players. But it's also true that when
two of the team members are All American in their freshman year,
it's almost impossible to recruit top quality prospects for their
positions for the next couple years. Nobody wants to go where
they are almost guaranteed to sit on the bench for most of their
college career. It's better to go somewhere else and get a
chance to play regularly. That's why those two made the team."
Peter gave them a puzzled look, "I'm not following your
reasoning, Michael. You've explained why they're here. But that
still doesn't answer the important part of the question. If it
would have been smarter for you guys to go somewhere else, then
why the hell did you come here?"
"It's simple really. Believe it or not, this is the perfect spot
for us. It's unusual for freshmen to start anywhere where
there's a good team. John and Paulie are now seniors. Billy and
I have the opportunity to learn a lot from them this year.
Coach'll give us a little playing time as varsity subs, we still
get to start for the JV team, and we'll be much better prepared
to take over our positions as the Varsity starters next season.
Besides," he added with a grin, "Once our parents heard about
'The Program', they pushed us into coming here. . .just like
yours did," drawing laughter from all around.
Linda interjected, "Guys, I'd love to continue this conversation
all night, but I've got to get back to Meyer's. I have a Sunday
School Class to teach tomorrow morning at 8 AM, and I need to
prepare for it."
Reality hit her like a brick. "Oh God Nooooooooo!" she wailed,
"I've got to get back and call Rev. Whitman. I can't teach my
class tomorrow, I'll be naked!"
Peter cradled her head to his chest said soothingly, "Don't
worry, Honey, it'll be alright. You'll see."
Now in a somber mood, the two stood up quietly and stacked their
trays. Linda proceeded directly to the office when they arrived
back at Meyer's.
Knocking on the office door she asked, "Beth, can I use the
phone?"
"Sure, Honey, use the one on Tina's desk." Sensing that
something wasn't quite right she continued, "Is there aproblem?"
"I just remembered I'm scheduled to teach Sunday School tomorrow.
I need to call Rev. Whitman. Hope it's not too late for him to
get a substitute."
Before she could respond, the phone was answered at the Rectory.
"Rev. Whitman, it's Linda Simpson. Sorry to bother you solate."
"No bother. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Is it too late for you to get someone to take over my class for
tomorrow?"
Pretending ignorance regarding her predicament, he asked with
concern, "What's wrong, Linda? Are you sick?"
She considered briefly taking the easy route, but her upbringing
and Beth's proximity precluded that. "No, Sir. I have a
conflict between my schedule and my school work is all."
"Unfortunately I'm afraid it's too late, Linda. I couldn't get
anyone on such short notice. Since we both know you don't have
classes on Sunday, what's the real problem?"
She wasn't prepared for the entire conversation, much less his
direct question. She was so embarrassed. Rev. Whitman was an
old family friend. He went to the Seminary with her Dad. She
didn't know how to broach the subject of her nudity or 'The
Program' with him. Could he possibly understand? How would he
take it? However, she couldn't lie to him either. She began
hesitantly, "Well, you know I go to Meyer's College, it's a new
division here at Southeastern University. Uh. . . Um. . .There
are a few different things about Meyer's I think you. . .uh. .
.ought to know. . ."
His heart went out to the young girl. He couldn't continue the
charade with her any longer. He interrupted asking her gently,
"Does it have to do anything with the fact that you're required
to remain nude this weekend, Honey?"
She reddened in shame. Thank God they were on the phone, she
couldn't have done this face to face. Amazingly he knew her
secret! "How do you know about that?"
He admitted to her, "Carl Walker called me yesterday to discuss
it. I can assure you, we don't have a problem. I'm blessed with
a very liberal congregation here at St. Luke's. However, I
didn't want to jeopardize your parents' friendship after all
these years either. So after he hung up, I phoned your dad. I
was amazed to find out your participation in 'The Program' was
their idea. He's always been such a stick in the mud. He said
he hadn't mentioned it to me earlier, because this possibility
hadn't occurred to him. He continued to surprise me when he
laughed, wished me 'Good Luck' and informed me it was my problem,
I would have to deal with the Church Board on my own. There just
might be hope for that old fuddy-duddy after all. After a bit of
hesitation, I phoned the President and the other members of the
Board to get their input on the matter. Unanimously, they
responded positively to your nudity. But to be absolutely
certain, I called all the parents involved, to get their consents
as well. Amazingly, only one father started to object, but he
backed down quickly when his wife enthusiastically gave her
permission. So you see, Linda, there really isn't a problem."
"But I'll be naked! How am I going to do it?" she wailed.
"I've known you all your life, Honey. I'm confident you can do
it. Don't worry about it, it's no big deal. Tell you what.
Come over for breakfast with Martha and me like we planned.
We'll talk about it some more then. I'm sure it won't feel so
overwhelming after a good night's sleep. We'll see you at seven.
Night, Honey."
In a daze, she continued to stare at the dead receiver for what
seemed like hours, before returning it to the cradle.
"Want to talk about it?" Beth asked her softly.
Sinking back into the desk chair Linda hesitantly replied, "I
guess. . . I can't believe they all knew, and no one called to
tell me!"
"Don't blame them, Honey, it's our fault. We asked them not to.
It's the same as with your participation in 'The Program' itself.
We felt if you knew about it too far in advance, you'd only make
yourself sick worrying about it. Your Mom agreed with me.
That's why no one told you. Frankly, I hoped with everything
else that was going on, you wouldn't remember until you woke up
tomorrow morning, and it was too late to worry. What reminded
you anyway?"
"Things have been moving so quickly around here, I forgot to
prepare my lesson plan. When I remembered I still needed to do
that, the rest occurred to me as well."
"Why don't you go and do it now, Linda. If you need to talk
later, or before you leave in the morning, I'll be here. Okay?"
"Thanks, Beth." Standing up, she accepted Beth's hug, before
making her way back to her room, still in a daze.
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