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Subject: {ASSM} Naked in College: Todd - Intro (nosex)
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Hi, I'm new to ASSM.  As far as I can tell, no writer here has taken
the handle "Viceroy."  If someone has, please let me know, and I'll change
mine.

I'm sure by now the Naked in School thing has been beaten into the ground,
 but I only discovered it recently, and I wanted to add my own contribution
to the genre.  Feedback is welcome and encouraged.  You can use the address
in the From line to reach me.  At least, until the SPAM gets unmanageable,
 in which case I'll get a new account and start munging.  If I get positive
feedback, I'll post more of the story.

This takes place in Karen Wagner's Naked in School Universe.  Many thanks
to Karen for idea and all of the great stories it has spawned, and to
Sevispac, Peregrin, Knightwolf, and all the other writers that have inspired
me.  You may redistribute this to your heart's content; just credit my
handle ("Viceroy") as the author.  Enjoy!

Viceroy

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Naked in College: Todd - Introduction

I couldn't wait for college to start.  High school had been a nightmare.
 If you've never gone to a rural school, consider yourself lucky.  Centerville
High School had a student population of about 300.  Total.  Grades 9-
12.  The life of the school revolved around football and basketball.
 Either you were a testosterone-soaked he-man, or you were a nobody.
 My name is Todd Jensen.  I was an academic decathlete, lead trumpet
in the jazz band, and always landed a lead role in the school play (mostly
due to the fact that I was one of only two guys who would dare participate
in such a "fag" activity).  I was also fairly athletic.  I ran cross-
country in the fall and track (1600 and 3200 meter) in the spring.  I
never made it to the state meet, but I was always competitive at district
and sectionals.  Not that it made any difference in my social standing.
 I was a 6-foot-3, pencil-neck geek, reviled by girls.  Oh, sure, I always
had a lot of female friends, but they wouldn't be caught dead in any
romantic situation with me.  Any of them who were even slightly good-
looking had a jock boyfriend.

To have a girlfriend at Centerville, you needed to be a bullet-headed,
 250-pound gorilla with 18-inch arms.  These guys spent every day after
school in the weight room, lifting and curling insane amounts of weight,
 spotting each other, and being generally manly.  Yes, of course, I tried
to beef up, but the moment I walked into the school's weight room, I
would be immediately met with shouts of,

"Get the fuck out of here, fag.  The weight room is for men."  And if
I was really lucky, I'd be shoved into a locker.

My senior year, I had tried frantically to muscle up at the local Y.
 I never really felt like I got anywhere.  I just couldn't gain weight,
 no matter how much I ate.  Yeah, I know a lot of folks out there would
kill to have my "problem," but when your high school only recognizes
a very specific ideal of male beauty, it makes you feel like the lowest
form of life in the world.  For three of my four years, I held the title
of "school's skinniest guy."  By graduation I had actually developed
quite a bit, but my self-image had been permanently skewed.  They sometimes
call it "male reverse anorexia."  When I looked in the mirror, I saw
a skeletal wimp of a man, no matter what "reality" was.

But college was my chance to start things fresh.  I decided to go to
the state school two states away.  Partly because this school had a vibrant
music and arts program, with two full orchestras, lots of student plays,
 and several jazz ensembles.  And partly because they offered me a full
scholarship, based on my 4.0 GPA and my SAT in the 1500s.  But mostly
because I knew there wouldn't be ANYONE from my high school there.

Oh, and there was the fact that State had gotten the reputation as "Fuck
U.," with more parties and more sex going on than anywhere else in the
country.  I guess it goes without saying, but I was a virgin.  Big surprise,
 yeah.  My parents are fairly conservative when it comes to sex, at least
for this day and age.  They wanted me to be in a "committed relationship,
" and all that.  Since modern medicine eliminated STDs, and birth control
became fool-proof, people had become more open about sex.  But some folks
seemed stuck in the 20th Century.  I never let my folks on to this particular
motivation, of course.

All I knew was, I HAD to lose my virginity.  I wanted a girlfriend in
the worst way, having been so lonely in high school.  But I knew that
at this point in life, any girl would laugh in my face if we ended up
in bed and I had no idea what I was doing.  One had to come before the
other, and everyone knew that getting through even one semester at State
as a virgin was neigh impossible.

*******************************

My parents waved goodbye, and drove off.  My stomach was filled with
butterflies, and I had a dizzying mixture of emotions.  For the first
time in my life, I was free.  I was on my own, at one of the truly beautiful
college campuses in the country.  It was 80 degrees, sunny out, and it
was still only 2 PM.  Today was Friday, and all I had to do between now
and Monday morning was buy books.  My tuition, room, and meal plan were
paid for, and I had a $1000 allowance from my folks, plus the $1000 I
had managed to put away flinging burgers, to last the semester.  I had
never been so free in my life.

I had never been so scared in my life.  I was a very shy person, and
suddenly I realized I was in a completely foreign place, surrounded by
strangers, 500 miles from home.

Girls in string bikinis were tanning themselves in the common areas around
the dorms.   Some of them would lie on their stomachs and untie their
tops.  My cock immediately stiffened into a strained bulge.   I was glad
I was briefs person, and not a boxer person.  Sure, erections got a bit
painful, but it was better than announcing to the world I was horny.
 I thought for a moment how nice it would be to strip off my t-shirt,
 and get some sun as well (at least then I'd be a tan pencil-neck geek,
 rather than a ghostly pale pencil-neck geek).  Then I thought about
my (perceived) puny, pathetic body, and realized how much of a refuge
my clothes really were.

I was about to go up to my room to start unpacking when two guys came
out of Wagner Hall (my dorm), and introduced themselves to me.  One had
buzz-cut blonde hair and blue eyes, and was dressed pretty much the way
I was - t-shirt, shorts, sneakers.  The other had long dark hair, and
looked like he might be part Native American.  He was shirtless, wearing
old, beaten-up, cut-off jeans and sandals.  He was very thin, but everything
about him said "cool."

"Hi, I'm Matt, and this here's Chad," the dark-haired guy said.

"I'm Todd," I said.  "You guys move in today?"

"Yeah, are you living in Wagner?" Chad said.

"Yeah, I'm a Frosh."  Wagner was one of the freshmen dorms.

"Dude, you're not gonna fucking believe this:"  Matt paused for dramatic
effect.  "We're co-ed.  Not just co-ed by floor, or by wing.  Co-ed as
in, we share each wing with the girls.  AND the bathrooms."

It hadn't occurred to me.  When my folks and I were carrying my stuff
up to my room on the 5th floor, it didn't even register that girls were
moving into the room next to mine.  Or that there wasn't a "Men's" or
"Women's" bathroom.  That means we'd be showering together!  Sure, in
separate stalls, behind curtains, but you never know what you might "accidentally"
see.  My hard-on returned in full force, as I imagined naked 18-year-
old girls walking in and out of the showers, putting on makeup, some
wrapped in towels that would accidentally slip off at opportune moments.
 I nearly came at the thought.

Hey, I was a horny 18-year-old virgin, remember?

"So, where are living?" Chad asked.

"514.  You?"

"We're in 519," Matt said.  "Guess we'll be seeing you around.  Have
you met your roommate yet?"

"No, but we exchanged e-mails.  Anyway, I need to get upstairs and unpack."

"Awesome," Matt said.  "We're gonna go to CBS and buy books.  Oh, also,
 there's a house party off-campus tonight.  Stop by our room at 9 PM.
 A bunch of us are going.  All-you-can-drink for six bucks."

"I'm there!"  Damn.  Never drank a drop of alcohol in my life, and tonight
I would get to go to my first "kegger."  I thought about a party full
of horny college chicks.  Heh.  Maybe tonight would be the night!  Naw,
 I couldn't possibly be THAT easy.

******************************

I rode the elevator up to the 5th floor, and walked down the wing to
my room.  That's when I ran into Michelle, the R.A.  Michelle Apostolides
was 5-foot-4, full-figured and curvy.  She wore a low-cut tank top that
showed off her cleavage, and a pair of shorts that hugged her fantastic
hips.  She had beautiful dark brown eyes, curly, medium-length brunette
hair, full lips, and a fantastic smile.  A Greek goddess.  As there was
no air conditioning in the dorms, she was glowing, just a bit.   Michelle
had sent out an e-mail to everyone on the floor, introducing herself.
 I knew she was 23 years old, a grad student in psychology.

"Todd Jensen, right?  Hi, I'm Michelle, your R.A.  Listen, I need to
talk with you, do you have a moment?"

"Yeah, sure," I said.

"Let's go into my room."

Michelle's dorm room was about as deluxe as a dorm room can get.  Hers
was even bigger than the double rooms in the building.  It had a separate
study area and bedroom, and was furnished with a three-seat couch, besides
the usual dorm offerings.  Sure, it was smaller than most studio apartments,
 and there was no kitchen or bathroom, but in the world of college dorms,
 it was fit for a queen.  In one corner was a life-size cardboard cut-
out of Dianna Troi, from Star Trek.

"Have a seat," she said.  I sat on the couch, and Michelle sat facing
me in her desk chair.  "As you might have heard, our state's department
of education has been leading the nation in modern sexual education."
 I hadn't heard that, but she just continued.  "We think that sexual
liberation really can only be learned at a young age, so a lot of our
public schools have begun to take more of a 'hands on' approach to healthy
sexuality.  This summer, the Board of Trustees decided that State U.
should also follow in this philosophy.  One of the programs we are initiating
this year is the Naked in School program.  Are you familiar with this
type of program?"

"Never heard of it," I said.  I wasn't sure where this was going.

"Out of the 20,000 students here, we decided to select one male and one
female student each semester to spend the entire semester naked."

"Y-You mean, naked as in no clothes at all?"  My cock suddenly sprang
back to life.  I suddenly pictured in my mind a girl traipsing around
campus in all her glory.  I couldn't think of anything sexier.

"That's right.  They will go to class nude.  They will go to the cafeteria
nude.  They will go to sporting events, parties, and everywhere else,
 on or off of campus, nude.  We decided to choose freshmen, because the
sexual psychology establishment believes that the younger the participants
are, the more benefit they will get."

The thought of a totally nude girl, doing ordinary, everyday things,
never being able to put on a stitch of clothing, was making me really,
 really excited.  I damned near thought I was going to cum right there.

"I'm all for it," I said, with a smile.

"Great.  You can leave your clothes with me."
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