My room mate, Mike, tells me that National Nude Day is only three days away and that some of the students here at college are trying to figure out how to celebrate it. "Mike," I tell him, 'I'm not going out on campus and to a class naked. I'd probably be arrested. If you can figure out some way that a girl and me end up naked at the same time in the same place, I'd be interested. But I'm not going to go running around out in public naked just to see if we can get away with it."
"Yeah," he says, "Same here. I've heard a couple different people talk about doing something but I have no idea what we could get away with."
"Well, if you come up with some good idea, let me know. I bet, though, that it's always guys talking and not girls. Guys that hope they could get some girls naked. Girls are too smart for that, though."
And that's where I thought it would end. Then something happened. I'm taking a Solid Geometry class. There's a girl in the class that I barely know. We've sat at the same table having a coke with other kids and perhaps had a few sentences with each other. She's smart, doing really well in the class. I'm doing okay but I have to work at it. Physically she's what I guess I'd call normal. Not unusually tall or short, not heavy or skinny. Not ugly but no raving beauty. She's maybe five foot five, perhaps one hundred and twenty pounds or so, I'm no genius at guessing weight. She always wears sweatshirts and jeans, loose stuff, so I don't know what kind of body she has, probably okay. Dark hair usually pulled back sort of tight, brown eyes, wears glasses, just normal looking. Never has said anything to get my attention, seems a little shy or at least quiet. Her name is Gladys.
As I'm leaving class the next day, Gladys comes up to me. "Jerry," she says, "Do you have time for a coke or cup of coffee? I'd like to ask you something." I assume she wants to talk about one of the problems we've been given. I don't know what else it would be.
"Sure" I answer. So we go to the campus coffee shop that's not far away. I have an hour before my next class. We each get a coke out of a machine and she leads me to a table that's sort of off to the side away from most people.
"This isn't easy for me to say," she says, "But you always seem to be a casual guy, friends with everyone, so I figured you're the only person I know that might help me with a problem."
"Sure, if I can," I tell her, sort of intrigued with this. It's not at all what I expected.
"Well, I'm a good friend with this girl who's a student here. We're from the same hometown and I've known her for years. She's a year older than me. She keeps telling me that I need to loosen up and be more social and I agree with her but it's difficult. She's always out doing things, always has, it just seems to come natural with her. "
"She lives in a house off campus, not in the dorms. I think there are six people live there, all students here. I think there are four guys and two girls that share a bedroom. I mean the two girls not all six. Share the bedroom, I mean. Anyway, they're having a Nude Day party at the house. It's by invitation only. I'm invited and I'm to bring a friend. A male friend. So I'm wondering if you would be willing to come with me to the party."
"This is a Nude Day party?" I ask.
"Yes," she says, turning a little red.
"So we would be nude and everyone else there would be nude?"
"Yes," she says again, now very red and sort of turning and not looking at me.
"Including you and me?"
Now she does look at me. "Yes," she says again.
"Sure," I say, "I'd love to go." She gives me a big grin which makes me realize she looks like an attractive girl that I'd never paid attention to before. We then talk about the timing and the location and that we can go there dressed but will have to undress once we get there. She also lets me know there's a ten-dollar fee per person because they're going to have burgers and beer and if that's too much she can pay for me, too. I let her know that, no, I can not only pay my way but I'll pay for her, too. She's grinning really big and almost shivering or quivering or something.
This is the perfect solution for celebrating Nude Day. Being naked with a girl in a private house. A girl that I barely know, oddly enough. But one that chose me. I mean, it's got to have possibilities doesn't it?
So, the next night, I wear some shorts, a T-shirt and some loafers; clothes that will come off easy. I have a twenty-dollar bill in my pocket. I go to her dorm to meet her and this very good looking girl with loose hair down to her shoulders, no glasses, and shorts and T-shirt that indicate she has very nice breasts moving sort of freely, as ready to undress as I am, comes up to me. "Hi, Jerry," she says, putting her hand on my arm, "I can see without glasses but a little blurry so please help steer me along." I put my arm around her waist, just to help guide her of course, and we start walking off. She's obviously nervous because she never shuts up, telling me about her friend and the house we're going to.
I stop her. I face her and say, "Gladys, calm down, relax. We're going to a party and we're going to have a good time. Don't worry." I put my hand under her chin and turn it up a little and lean down and kiss her. Not a real sexy kiss, just a friendly one, no tongue or anything. It's a very nice kiss. Her lips are soft and she leans against me and kisses back. "See," I then say, "it's going to be fine." She grabs my head and kisses me again. I suspect it really is going to be fine.
We get to the house and her friend sees us and aims us to a bedroom where we can leave our clothes. I step out of my shoes and push them partly under a chair, pull off my shirt and fold it and put it on the chair. I then slide my shorts down and fold them and put them on the chair. Gladys is standing there looking at me. "Your turn, Gladys," I say.
"Oh," she says, looking as if she's just woke up or come out of a trance or something. "Yes," she says, turning red again. She steps out of her shoes and pushes them next to mine and reaches for the bottom of her shirt and pulls it up and over her head. She has really nice breasts, full and firm and standing up. Not double Ds but sure something, C maybe. She doesn't even look at me, but pushes her shorts down and steps out of them and folds them and puts them on the chair. Her pubic hair is dark, too. She has female hips, a firm looking butt, good-looking legs and a slim waist with just a little hint of a pooch.
"You're a gorgeous girl, Gladys," I say. She finally looks at me. She looks down my body and stares at my cock, which isn't fully hard but is rising a little. She looks up at me and grins.
"You are, too, Jerry," she says, looking at me and then back down at my cock. "I've never actually seen a real one before," she says and reaches out and circles her fingers around my cock. It gets fully hard fast. "Oh," she says and looks up at me again. I step to her a little, put my arm around her back and kiss her again. She kisses back and never lets go of my cock.
"Should we just stay here and see where this leads or should we go out and mix with the others?" I ask her as the kiss breaks.
"Oh, I don't know, I've never done this before," she says and kisses me again, still holding my cock. So I put one hand on one of her breasts and tweak her nipple a little. Eventually she steps back a little, lets go of me and says, "It's early, and I guess we should go mingle a while." I reach down to my shorts and get the twenty and we leave the room. There must be more than a dozen people there, eighteen total I learn later. We find her friend, who looks at my still hard cock and grins and guides us to the guy collecting the money. As I look around, at least half the guys are completely erect and a couple of the girls are holding a drink and feeling a cock, I think this will be an interesting party.
