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Meyer's College, a Div. of Southeastern University (Part 08)
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
age to do so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult
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SUNDAY MORNING: LINDA'S STORY
5:45 AM The alarm finally sounded, putting an end to the longest
eight hours of my young life. I tossed and turned restlessly
most of the night worrying about this morning's class. I didn't
settle down until Peter wrapped me tightly in his arms and
spooned closely behind me, crooning comforting sounds softly in
my ear. God, I love that boy! We only met the day before
yesterday, and it already seems so long ago. So much has
happened in such a short time! I slapped at the alarm clock
hoping to silence it before it woke him up. He deserves to rest
for being such a dear.
"Morning, Darling."
Shit, too late. "Morning, Peter. Why don't you go back to sleep,
you don't have to get up this early today."
"You sure you don't want me to go with you? I will if you want
me to."
"Thanks, but we both know you can't do that. It wouldn't be
right, it's part of my assignment, not yours. But, you're a
sweetheart for asking anyway. Now, go back to sleep."
That's the reason I love him so much already. I kissed him
warmly before padding naked down the hall for my shower. I
wanted to take extra special care with my preparations this
morning. I was raised to always look my best for Sunday Morning
services. After all, Daddy is the Pastor of our local Church,
and my appearance is a direct reflection on my upbringing.
As I brushed my teeth, I began processing the last 48 hours. My
God, has it really only been 48 hours? So much has happened
since I arrived; it seems so much longer than that!
A freshman here at Southeastern University, I am majoring in
History, and plan to continue on with my studies until I earn my
Masters in Education. I discovered my life's dream while
teaching Sunday School at our Church during the past two years.
I hope to teach at the High School level once I graduate.
When I was accepted at Southeastern University, Mom and Dad
insisted that I enroll in a new division that was forming here
this year, Meyer's College. But, they wouldn't tell me why. It
turns out Southeastern is striving to remain the number one
University in the country, in the field of Human Sexuality.
Meyer's College is the second phase in the endeavor. I'm still
having trouble believing that my parents insisted I join 'The
Program'!
MY PARENTS?. . .Before last Friday, no one, other than my doctor,
had seen me nude since I was a baby. Everyone was always so
careful with their modesty around my house. We always wore robes
going to and from the bathroom. We never even sat around the
house in our pajamas. We were always fully dressed. But, thanks
to them, all that has changed for me now.
Boy has it changed! Just take a gander at this morning's
schedule.
7:00 AM Breakfast with Rev. and Martha Whitman
8:00 AM Attend Sunday Church Services
9:00 AM Teach Sunday School Class
What's so unusual about that, you ask?
What's unusual is, I have to do it all starkers! That's right,
People, NAKED!
N.A.K.E.D. NAKED! Me!
The first class assignment Dr. Thompson, Amy, issued us on Friday
is to 'Remain naked until Monday night's class'. We have to do
everything we had already planned, or are required to do until
then, totally nude. No exceptions. Well, almost no exceptions.
They only exception she's allowing, is if being naked would put
our personal safety in jeopardy. Examples Amy gave us were Chem.
Lab and Michael and Billy's football practices, where appropriate
protective gear are to be worn at all times. Before she made the
assignment, Amy had us write our weekend schedules down in
detail, so we couldn't welch. Unfortunately for me, none of my
tasks falls into that category.
Embarrassment doesn't count.
I'm a born procrastinator, but I can't dilly-dally too long this
morning.
I don't think I'm vain, but I AM proud of my looks. I wear my
platinum blond hair in a modified boy's cut because it requires
so little maintenance. Other than shampooing, a little brushing
and a quick combing usually suffice. In addition, I've been told
it frames my oval shaped face well. Good genes have also
provided me with piercing blue eyes, cherry red lips, and a
lightly tanned, clear complexion. All of which happily also
require little or no make-up. Lucky for me. Since I hate
make-up anyway, I usually go without. God even blessed me with a
nice set of even, pearly white teeth. I'm tall and slender,
about 5'8", and around 125 pounds. That's about it for what the
world sees.
Well . . . used to see, anyway. Not any more! Not afterFriday!
Since I'm forced to dispense with clothes entirely this weekend,
I took a few minutes to examine the rest of me. Not bad. Not
perfect by any means, but not bad either. My breasts aren't
huge, they're about softball sized, but are tipped with tiny,
erect, shell pink nipples set in quarter-sized aureoles of a tad
deeper shade of pink. From there my body flows smoothly over a
very slightly rounded belly, curving nicely as it travels over
slim, but womanly hips and down what I think is my best asset-
long, shapely legs. My ass is an upside down heart shape, firm
and uplifted. My bush is small, sparse, neatly trimmed, just a
little darker than my tresses. My roomie, Peter, thinks it
accents my delicate mons just perfectly! It should even lighten
up to a perfect match with a little more exposure to the sun.
The two bands of white flesh I once had at my breasts and hips,
flesh previously covered by my modest bikini, have already almost
blended into the same light tan that covers the rest of my body.
A couple more days around the pool should take care of that too.
All in all, nothing to be ashamed of.
Peter was snoring softly when I returned to the room. Quietly,
so I wouldn't disturb him, I picked up my outline and the notes
for my class; putting them into my back pack, along with money
for the collection plate and my pocket comb. I kissed Peter
gently, grabbed the keys to my bike lock, and headed downstairs.
It's so quiet, no one else appears to be up and around yet.
Unlocking my bicycle, I took a deep breath. It's a gloriously
sunny day, and the temperature's already started to rise. It
looks like it's going to be another scorcher later. But until
then, it's a good morning for a bike ride. Pedaling through the
campus gates, the full reality of my situation finally hit me. I
am now completely naked and out in the 'Real World'. No longer
am I in the protected environs of the campus. I am scared to
death, yet surprisingly I'm also giddy with excitement.
For probably the first time in my life, my senses are fully
alive. I can feel the sun warming my back, smell the aroma of
the yellow pines lining the roadside, and I can hear the birds
chirping their early morning greetings.
The back and forth motion as I pedal the bicycle, soon settled
the narrow seat between my pussy lips. The vibrations, created
by the unevenness of the roadbed, are now transmitting directly
through the seat to my clit. My arousal builds with each passing
block. The final shudder of the bicycle, as I came to halt in
the Rectory driveway, brought me over the top, to a delicious
mini orgasm. I gotta remember this for the future. It has
definite possibilities!
Dismounting, I shakily climbed the wide porch steps and rang The
Rectory bell.
'Aunt Martha' greeted me with a warm hug at the door, "Linda!
It's good to see you, Dear. It's been so long! Let me take a
look at you. My you've grown so much! You're so beautiful! I
thought Jonathan was pulling my leg when he told me you were
coming to breakfast and Services naked this morning. You know
what a tease he is. But you ARE naked! Come in. Sit down,
Dear. You've got to tell me all about it, while we wait. The
old goat is still upstairs getting dressed. He's just like your
Dad, that's why they get along so well. You'd think they were
movie stars or something, always have to be dressed just so
before anyone sees them. Can never just relax in old clothes.
No, not those two. Sit down. Sit down."
All that without coming up for air even once! I forgot how 'Aunt
Martha' prattled on.
Before I could answer, 'Uncle Jonathan' joined us in the den,
"Good Morning, Sunshine!" and then he added in his best Freddy
Prinze imitation, "Looookin' Gooood!"
I don't know what anyone ever saw in that show. Personally, I
think it's insulting. Maybe it's a generational thing.
"Good Morning, 'Uncle Jon. . .Rev. Whit. . .Oh, hell. What DO I
call you now that I'm an employee?"
"Well, 'Uncle Jonathan' was alright before, Honey. Why don't we
leave it at that? And I kinda like it too!" He added with a
grin, "Besides, you're not really an employee, because I'm not
paying you anyway. Now come over here and give your 'Uncle' a
big hug. I've missed you, Sunshine."
His gentle bear hugs feel as good now as they ever did! Safe,
just like my Daddy's.
"Employee. . .volunteer, that doesn't really matter. But, are
you sure about this, 'Uncle Jonathan'? I'm scared. If you don't
want me to do this. . ."
"Of course I'm sure. You've been teaching Sunday School for your
Dad for almost two years now, why shouldn't I be sure? Don't
worry, Linda, everything is going to be okay. You'll see. Just
be yourself and you'll do just fine today!"
"You KNOW I'm not worried about the teaching part. It's just
that I've gotta do it NAKED! I'm scared! I don't know if I can
do it!"
"Sure you can. Now come on. 'Aunt Martha' made some of her
world famous Cinnamon Raison French Toast and fresh squeezed
orange juice for breakfast. I seem to recall those are some of
your favorites. Let's go eat!"
They ARE some of my favorites, and everything IS as good as I
remembered from previous visits.
As we finished clearing the dishes 'Aunt Martha' asked me with a
knowing wink, "Do you want to freshen up a bit after your bike
ride, before we walk over for services?"
I don't know how she did, but somehow she just knew! Some day
I'm going to get up enough courage to ask her.
A short shower, a few quick passes of the comb through my hair
and I was ready to go. Well . . . as ready as I was going to be
today anyway.
I thought I would just slip quietly into a seat in the back pew,
but 'Aunt Martha' would have none of that. Holding me by the
hand as if I were a small child once again, her head held high,
she proudly escorted me up the center aisle, taking her usual
place in the front row.
I could feel everyone's eyes on me! I began to shake. I wanted
to run away!
As we knelt, she squeezed my hand and whispered softly, "Relax.
Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and ask for God's help.
Everything will work out just fine, Dear."
My shaking stopped, but I knew everyone was still staring at me!
How could Mom and Dad do this to me? Why didn't I just opt out
of 'The Program', when I had the chance on Friday morning? Since
I'm not a quitter, now I'll have to see it through to the finish.
I can't worry about the future right now.
"Lord, please give me the strength get through this weekend."
Amazingly I immediately began to relax, comforted by the words of
familiar hymns and prayers.
As he concluded his Homily, 'Uncle Jonathan' said, "We're now at
the point in the service where I usually turn the mike over to
the congregation, for any announcements or special requests.
Before I do that today, I have some of my own to make."
"First, I would like to welcome the newest member of our
congregation, Linda Simpson. Linda is the daughter of two very
dear friends of Martha's and mine, the Reverend Raymond and
Hilary Simpson. She is sitting in the front pew with my wife,
Martha. . . Linda, will you please stand?"
"For the benefit of those of you way in the back, or who may be
legally blind, yes, Linda is naked. Linda is REQUIRED to be here
today naked. Required? What do you mean REQUIRED to be naked?"
"A little background. Linda is a student in the newest division
of Southeastern University, Meyer's College. Meyer's is Phase
Two in Southeastern's endeavor to remain the number one College
in the country in the field of Human Sexuality."
"The first assignment given to her class on Friday evening, is to
remain totally nude until tomorrow night. I know, you're asking
yourselves, 'I've never heard of such a thing.' That may be so.
But amazingly, it's true. The Dean of Meyer's College, Dr. Carl
Walker, thoughtfully phoned me on Thursday morning, to inform me
of Linda's upcoming assignment, and clear any objections. Yes,
that is correct, Folks. I learned of her assignment 24 hours
before she did. The reason he called leads directly to my second
announcement today . . ."
"At this time I would like to offer a warm welcome to the newest
member of our Sunday School faculty, Linda Simpson. Linda will
be in charge of our 12 to 14 year old Junior High School class,
and YES, she will be teaching her class this morning nude. After
talking to Dr. Walker on Thursday, I phoned the members of the
Church Board, and the parents of the involved students, and
obtained their prior consents."
"I am telling you this now because I feel it's best to get this
out in the open, right from the start. I don't want to hear
there are rumors floating around town, about what may, or may not
be going on here. Linda is extremely qualified and has over two
years experience teaching Sunday School classes. She is working
towards her Masters in Education, and plans on teaching at the
High School level upon graduation. She has my full confidence,
and the full confidence of the Church Board and the parents
involved. We're all thrilled she's joined our faculty."
"Now a special request. . . Will everyone please kneel, and join
with me in prayer."
"God, we ask for Your blessing, Your help, and Your guidance, on
behalf of Your humble daughter, Linda. Please grant her the
knowledge, strength and courage to complete the tasks placed in
her path, for all the days of her life. Amen."
"Please be seated. Are there any other announcements or requests
at this time?"
The rest of the service remains one big blur. I know what would
have been said and when, but I can't remember any of it. The
next thing I can recall is standing in the receiving line between
'Uncle Jonathon' and 'Aunt Martha', at the rear of the Church
after services; and receiving congratulations and warm welcomes
from the congregation.
Maybe our prayers were heard. I don't know. The only thing I do
know is that I no longer feel scared and self-conscious about my
nudity.
Relaxed and spiritually refreshed after the morning service, I
looked over my new Sunday School class. You could hear a pin
drop! I wish I had a camera. The expressions on their young
faces are priceless. Obviously, their parents have not prepared
them ahead of time about what to expect this morning.
Interesting. I can feel a dozen pairs of eyes boring onto every
surface of my body, quietly absorbing all its naked details.
Evenly split, six boys and six girls, the class is loosely
scattered all around the large classroom. Seated in desks neatly
lined up in military precision, six rows of six. I wonder if
there's a smaller, less formal room we can use. I'll have to
remember to ask 'Uncle Jonathan' before next week. In the
meantime, this one will suffice. At least there's some space up
front, and a nice soft carpet on the floor.
Grinning, I greeted them cheerfully, "Morning, everybody."
Even as stunned as they were, they replied in the singsong voice
familiar to teachers everywhere, "Good Morning, Miss. Simpson."
"Come on guys, give me a break. I'm not much older than you are.
I only turned eighteen a couple of months ago. How about you
just call me Linda? Please?"
Giggling merrily, they replied brightly, "Morning, Linda!" One
of the boys quickly adding, "Why are you naked?"
So much for subtlety!
"I'll get to that in a minute. But first, come up here, let's
all sit on the floor. And, Guys, ditch the jackets and ties.
Okay? Let's get comfortable."
With that said, I plopped down onto the floor, and crossed my
legs Indian style. Although I can feel the rough texture of the
carpet on my bare ass, and twelve sets of eyes fastened intently
to my nude body, I don't feel 'turned on'. The feelings are
sensual, not sexual in nature. The confusion must show on my
face.
Before I could continue our conversation any further, the first
boy piped up again, "So why are you naked, Linda?"
Unsure of their reactions, I gave the class a brief synopsis of
Meyer's College that I thought they were capable of
understanding, and explained the rules of our first class
assignment.
"Kewl," he replied simply, the rest nodding their heads in
agreement.
"But isn't it wrong to walk around naked?" asked one of the
girls.
"I'll answer all your questions the best I can, but you guys are
going to have to help me get to learn your names. So please
introduce yourself before you ask your question. Okay?"
"Sure, Linda. I'm Brenda. Isn't it wrong to walk aroundnaked?"
"If you asked me that only one week ago, I'm not sure how I would
have answered your question," I answered, "But, why?"
"I don't understand. Why what?"
"Why is it wrong to walk around naked, Brenda?"
"Everyone knows you're not supposed to."
"Oh. You still haven't answered my question, Brenda. Why is it
wrong?"
" 'cause everyone says so, that's why!" she replied, exasperated
by my question.
"If everyone jumped off the roof, would you?" I can't believe I
said that. I hated it when my mother used that argument withme!
"No, 'course not!" she replied.
"Does everyone here agree that it's wrong to be naked in public?"
I asked.
"Hell no! Oops, sorry, Linda. I'm Jason. And no I don't think
there's anything wrong with being naked. 'Nude is not lewd'."
"I'm sorry? Come again, Jason?"
He repeated, "Nude is not lewd. It's a Naturist saying. The
human body is always beautiful. But just because it's naked, it
doesn't necessarily mean that it's lewd or pornographic. It can
be . . . But it doesn't have to be"
"Oh! . . . I've just never heard it put that way before."
Brenda asked him, "So, Jason, you don't think there's anything
wrong with walking around naked in public?"
"No, not at all. We do it all the time at our house and at the
camp. We're Naturists, nudists, if you prefer. I can speak only
for myself, but I'm more comfortable without clothes than I am
with 'em on. What about you, Sis?"
"Sure am, Jas. You know I hate it when Summer's over and we have
to get dressed for school again. Oh, sorry, Linda, I'm Karen."
"I don't believe you. You two saying you'd strip right here, and
it wouldn't bother you at all?" Brenda asked.
"No big deal," he answered with a shrug.
"I don't believe you!"
Without a word, Jason pushed off his loafers and socks, stood,
unbuttoned his shirt, unzipped his pants, removed them, and
tossed them onto the desk behind him. I glanced over at Karen
who had already removed her sundress and panties, and had done
the same. They resumed their previous seats cross-legged on the
carpet. Both of them had beautiful, deep, dark tans without the
least trace of a tan line, and appeared to be nonchalant and very
comfortable in their nudity.
"It seems we have an obvious difference of opinion here." The
class chuckled. Brenda just sat there with her mouth open, not
believing what had just occurred.
Genesis will have to wait for another time. This class is going
in another direction today. I sure hope Uncle Jonathon doesn't
get mad at me, or worse yet, get into trouble for it. Oh well,
here goes nothing.
"Okay, Brenda, it seems everyone, even here, doesn't believe it's
necessarily wrong to be naked in public. Do you have any other
reasons?"
"Well, isn't it?"
"I don't know. What do YOU think? Is it? Anyone else?"
So began the most interesting and animated discussion I can ever
remember occurring in a Sunday School class. Before we knew it,
the hour was up, and I dismissed the class until the following
week.
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