The Unintentional Nudist

by TrackJim
Sommario
Part 1 – Bare into the Night ............................................................................................................................... 3
Part 2 – Caught .................................................................................................................................................. 7
Part 3 – Bare to All ............................................................................................................................................. 8
Part 4 – A Physical Challenge ........................................................................................................................... 11
Part 5 – Tami Barely Continues ....................................................................................................................... 13
Part 6 – …And Continues ................................................................................................................................. 14
Part 7 – Cross-Country ..................................................................................................................................... 15
Part 8 – Back to School and Out Again ............................................................................................................ 17
Part 9 – The Dean’s Wife and the Voyage Home ............................................................................................ 19
Part 10 – The Big City....................................................................................................................................... 21
Part 11 – A Crowded Museum......................................................................................................................... 23
Part 12 – Stranded ........................................................................................................................................... 24
Part 13 – A Kindred Soul Found and An Evil One Plans ................................................................................... 25
Part 14 – Out of Gas ........................................................................................................................................ 26
Part 15 – Gone with the Wind and Thunder ................................................................................................... 28
Part 16 – And a Deal is Struck .......................................................................................................................... 30
Part 17 – Barely Partners ................................................................................................................................. 32
Part 18 – The Parents Arrive............................................................................................................................ 33
Part 19 – Parents Daze .................................................................................................................................... 36
Part 20 – Naked Truth ..................................................................................................................................... 38
 The Unintentional Nudist
by TrackJim

Part 1 – Bare into the Night

Tami was away for home and family for the first time in her life. She was a pretty girl of
five feet six with shoulder-length dark red hair. She had been on the gymnastics team in
high school until her junior year. At that time her flat chest had developed into a pair of
firm 36C’s over the course of the spring. She had been slow to adjust to her changing
body and had sprained her ankle while doing a dismount from the uneven bars. She had
survived the injury, but put on a few pounds in all the wrong places. Strenuous aerobics
had trimmed her down and firmed her up during her senior year. In college she enjoyed
the number of male heads that she turned as she moved about the campus.

It all started as a college prank. One of the senior girls, Wanda, had dared Tami and a
few of the other freshman girls to streak passed the student union at 10:00 PM. Tami
felt naughty and giggled as she accepted the dare.

As Tami stood with the other three freshman girls Wanda stood with them in the bushes
next to the closed cafeteria. Hidden by some bushes Tami and the girls removed their
tops and shorts. As they stood briefly in their bras and panties the cool evening air
chilled their exposed skin. Wanda cleared her throat and gave the three near naked girls
a stern stare. Tami was the first to release the clasp on her bra and hand it over. She was
a little more reluctant to drop her panties and did so only after the other three girls were
naked.

Wanda held their clothes in her arms and reminded the girls that their clothes would be
in the bushes on the north side of the gym in ten minutes. She suggested it would be
best if the girls waited a few minutes to give her time to place their clothes.

Tami felt exhilaration as she huddled in the bushes with the other three naked girls. The
occasional brushes of each other’s skin against bare vulnerable flesh served only to
emphasize their feelings of exposure. In the moonlight it was tough to make out Tami’s
tan lines that revealed she favored skimpy thongs and string bikinis. Car lights passed
over them and they squatted down even further behind the bushes. They peaked from
between two the evergreens and hoped that Wanda had had enough time.

“Now!” spoke Samantha.

The four girls stood as one and stepped through the scratchy evergreen needles. They
stood for a second together and them tore out for the east side of the student union. That
wall of the union had a series of picture windows through which their naked bodies
would be very visible. The half-moon peaked from behind the clouds and cast a pale
blue light over the landscape that would reveal their bodies without making their faces
too identifiable. The four naked women raced to the window and then trotted passed it.
As they passed out of sight they heard hoots and howlers, but no one came tearing out to
follow them.

The four naked young women advanced at full tilt toward the gym. As they approached
the gym they heard the sound of a basketball game and male voices. Some of the boys
must have been playing a scratch game. Reaching south side of the gym they heard the
front doors of the gym crash open and several upperclassmen emerged. The boys loudly
discussed the game and failed notice the nude females duck behind the short wall that
ran along the front walkway. The wall was only about two feet tall and the girls hid flat
on their stomachs. Although sweat covered their bodies they shivered from the thought
of the males passing not ten feet away. Fortunately for the girls, the boys turned away
and their voices faded in seconds as they walked away.

“Hurry” whispered Samantha.

The girls scurried along the west wall of the gym. There were no bushes and they
realized how visible they were should anybody look their way. They made it to the
north wall and ducked around the corner. The four girls dove into the bushes and started
searching for their clothes. First, Samantha found a pair of shorts then Tami heard
others squeal in relief as other clothes were found. Tami was still naked and continued
to search. As each of the other girls found something they immediately put it on. Soon
the other three had each found a top and shorts for themselves, but Tami was still minus
clothing.

“Help me!” pleaded Tami.

Samantha whispered back. “Wanda must not have left all the clothes. None of us found
any underwear. We’ll go get you some thing to wear and be right back.”

Tami did not like the idea, but accepted it, as she had no better one. She watched alone
as the other three ran toward their dorm. Tami felt more and more nervous as she hid in
the bushes. Their needles seemed to constantly poke some part of her bare skin and
made her feel even more naked with every passing moment.

Tami kept a nervous watch from her spot in the bushes. She calmed a bit as several
nervous minutes passed with no one in sight. “Where are those girls?” Her heart
jumped to her throat when she saw a college police car drift into the adjacent parking
lot. The car’s spotlight methodically focused on the gym and along the bushes. She
realized it was a matter of time before her hiding place was exposed to the light’s
scrutiny. She would have to move.
Backing through the bushes she moved to the east wall of the gym. Although there were
no bushes along the east wall, there were also no buildings to the east except the art
building. No lights lit the lawn between the buildings except for a few following the
sidewalk. No one was in sight as Tami burst from the bushes and ran to the art building.
With her arms and legs pumping she was a beautiful sight.

The art building was constructed with walls of corrugated metal. The front of the one
story building was brick with two glass doors. Tami pulled on the doors but they were
locked. She ran down one wall to the back of the building. The back wall had two large
garage doors. She grabbed the handle on the nearest door and was relieved as the handle
turned. She pulled upward and the door groaned loudly. She good the door up about
two feet before she dropped and rolled under the door. From the inside she stepped on
the door’s lip and forced it back down. Still naked but inside she took a moment to take
a few deep breaths and to calm her.

The inside of the art building was one large room separated by a long storage cage
running down its center. On this side of the cage the room was like an artist’s studio
with several easels, paint speckled drop cloths and blank canvas stretched over various
sized frames. No one was around as she started to examine the drop cloths. The heavy
drop cloths were all large pieces, much more than she need to wrap around herself. She
started to look for a knife of some sort to cut a cloth into a more manageable size.
Several frustrating minutes passed before she spotted the shop knives in the storage
cage. She pulled the door to the cage only to find it locked. She rattled the cage door in
frustration.

Turning from the cage door she looked on the other side of the storage cage to see a kiln
and several pottery wheels. The area around each wheel was slick with moist clay. No
cloth or knives were in sight. Returning to the painters’ side of the building she
continued her search for anything that might help. She realized that since she had left
the bushes at the gym building that the girls would not be able to provide her with any
clothes. Her search became more frantic as she realized she had no one to turn to but
herself. Finally, her search led her to a filing cabinet behind which she saw a small pile
of cloth. She reached down and found it to be a short tattered painter’s smock. The
smock was stuff with paint as she shook it out. She pulled it on her body and it felt like
that best clothing in the world. She breathed a sigh of relief, as she felt covered. She ran
her hands down the side and realized that the smock only went down to her upper
thighs. She ran her hand around to her butt and found that her bottom was barely
covered. “Oh, well, I’ll just have to be careful until I get back to the dorm.”

Tami was feeling almost comfortable for the first time since she had been handed her
clothes to Wanda before streaking the student union. She found herself smiling as she
went to the garage door through which she had entered. She lifted the door about three
feet and bend forward to duck under the door. She straightened and looked around.
There was nobody in sight as she pulled the door down. She was less self-conscious and
set off for her dorm at a brisk pace.
“It must be after midnight”, she thought. “The campus looks deserted.”

Tami was half way back to her dorm when a campus police car rounded a corner and
turned toward her. Suddenly the short tattered smock felt very inadequate. She ducked
into the closest building without thinking and stepped away from the door. The car’s
spotlight flash passed the narrow windows on either side of the door. She took a deep
breath and turned to see where she was.

Tami found herself inside the end of North Hall – a MEN’S DORM. Doors opened off
both sides of the long hallway. Fortunately, who one was visible in hall. Glancing back
at the door through which she had entered she saw the police car sitting at the curb. She
turned back to the hall and decided it was better to risk the hallway. She walked timidly.
The feeling of her bare legs brushing against each other reminded her of how little she
actually wore. Reaching the door at the other end of the wall, she peaked out the door.

“All clear. Now I should be able to make it back”, Tami thought. She stepped out the
door to come face-to-face with three inebriated upperclassmen about to enter.

“Wooo! Lookie here. Where are you coming from, Sweet Cheeks?” The tallest of the
three grabbed Tami as if they were about to do the waltz. Tami found the guy to be a
hunk, but was very uncomfortable as she felt the smock ride up her butt. This was
emphasized when the guy slid his hand down her waist and onto her bare cheek.

“Now, stop that”, Tami squealed and pulled back. A small tear in this side of the smock
caught on the guy’s watch and the sound of ripping cloth was very loud. Tami jumped
and, without thinking about it, tore out toward her dorm. The smock stayed firmly
snagged on the guy’s watch. The side and back of the smock remained with the guy.

As Tami raced toward her dorm she felt the cool night air flow across her exposed butt
and back. Even the collar had parted. The smock started to slide forward down her arms
and interfere with her pumping arms. She stopped in the dark shadow of a tree with her
bare back and butt pressed against the rough bark.

Tami heard voices approaching from the direction of her dorm. If it were just girls, she
was ready to flash them, but there was a mix of male and female voices. Tami looked
around and saw she could not go back, the three drunks still hung around the end of
North Hall. On impulse she scurried up the limbs of the tree under which she stood.
The branches were spaced close enough to make climbing easy, but in her rush she felt
the remains of her smock rip in several new places. She rose up the shadowed trunk of
the tree and hugged a spot about fifteen feet high. She had left a trail of ripped cloth as
the remains of the smock snagged on every branch she passed on her upward climb.
Finally the last shred was torn from her body. Hidden only by the branches and leaves
she watched as three young couples slowly passed below her and then out of sight.
Tami waited several minutes until the voices had faded before working her way back
down the tree. Naked, save for her sneakers, she jumped behind a nearby hedge. She
squatted down and hugged her knees to her chest.

Part 2 – Caught

“And what are you up to, young lady?”

Tami froze like a deer caught in the headlights as the two college officers aimed their
flashlights at her. One of the officers grabbed her left wrist and pulled her into the
open. Panic and humiliation flooded through her mind as she tried to cover her body
with her hands and arms.

“You better come with us right now.”

Tami was speechless as she was led to the back of the police car parked at the west wall
of the gym. She was relieved that they had not handcuffed her until she saw the police
car drive off the campus. She sat in silence with left arm across her chest and right hand
across her crotch. The police car drove through a nearby residential area and stopped in
front of a two-story house. The officers left the car and approached the house. Within a
few seconds the porch light came on and a short middle-aged man in pajamas and robe
appeared at the door. She could not hear the conversation. The robed man disappeared
into the home and reappeared a few moments later with a short woman’s robe. The
officers returned to the car and the curbside backdoor opened. The robe was handed
through the door and Tami pulled it onto her body.

“Come out, miss. The dean wants to talk with you.”

Tami stood to find that the robe only reached down to mid-thigh and was sheer. The
light smooth material slid over her body and tickled her nipples. She did not look at the
officers’ eyes as she was led to the porch. From the shocked expression on the dean’s
face the robe must have been nearly transparent under the bright porch light. She saw
him turn quickly and tell the officers to bring her into the house. Tami was led into the
living room and told to sit on the couch. The dean told the two officers to wait by the
front door. The dean looked uncomfortable as he sat in an overstuffed chair several feet
from Tami.

“So what’s your story, young lady?” asked the dean.

Tami’s mind raced, what was she to say? Unfortunately, she spoke the first thing that
came into her mind without thinking of the consequences.

“I was…just…practicing my religion, sir.’

“And what would your religion be?” The disbelief in the dean’s voice was obvious.”
“Why…..I’m a….nudist.”

“You have to be kidding. That’s not a religion.”

“S..s..sir”, stammered Tami, “It’s something I’ve come to believe quite recently.”

“Humm…..I’ll have to think about this. Meanwhile, I can’t send you to the town jail
like…that. That’s what we usually have to do. The college has no jail of its own. Wait
right here.” The dean left the room.

Tami shivered as she thought of herself in a lockup…without any clothes. She waited
alone for almost twenty minutes. The thin robe was almost worst than no robe at all. Its
sheerness did nothing to hide her otherwise unclothed condition. Even through the robe
the two small untanned triangles on her breasts were visible. An equally small pale
triangle could be seen between her legs. Finally, the dean returned and spoke.

“I just consulted with the college attorney. In your home state, nudism has filed for
protection under the recently passed Freedom of Religion Act. He will do some
checking tomorrow, but as of this time he has instructed me to honor your religious
beliefs. May I have my wife’s robe back now?”

Tami froze for several seconds and thought “I must go along with this or I might get
expelled.” She slid the robe off her shoulders and stood tall as she handed the robe to
the dean.

“Young lady, it isn’t that I entirely believe you, but I will give you the benefit of a doubt,
for now. However, if I see you wearing anything until I get back to you, you will suffer
severe penalties. Officers, return her to her dorm.” He turned left the room.

The officers led the again naked Tami from the house and to the police car. She was
driven back to campus and dropped off in front of her dormitory. She stood for several
seconds in the moonlight before she turned and ran into the building. Once she had
reached her dorm room she sat on her bed.

“What have I gotten myself into now?”

Part 3 – Bare to All

The next day Tami rose from her bed wearing only her favorite sleeping attire – a baby
blue T-shirt. She walked to her closet to find all of her clothes were missing. She
quickly checked the dresser drawers and found her underwear was gone. Only her
purses and shoes remained. There was a knock on the door and it was opened from
outside. ‘Wicked’ Wanda stood at the door with a smirk on her face.
“The college police came by earlier and asked for your clothes. You were sleeping so
soundly, I tiptoed in and took them at their request.” Wanda turned and walked down
the hall leaving the door open.

Tami felt a knot form in her stomach as she remembered that she had a test in
Differential Geometry at 10:00. Mathematics was her major and she could not afford to
miss it. She would have no excuse to the dean if she had ‘nothing to wear’. She felt
relieved when she saw that she had been left her towels. She wanted to wrap it around
her for the trip to the showers, but suspected that Wanda would be more than ready to
report her. Hanging the towel over her shoulders she let it drape over her breasts.
Unfortunately, the towel was too short to reach her waist. If only she hadn’t started
shaving herself bare between her legs for her newest hot bikini. The hair between her
legs had been a brighter red than the hair on her head and was very noticeable when it
peaked out from her bikini. Now, she did not even have that skimpy swimsuit to wear.
Even those few square inches of material would have eliminated her humiliation as she
walked down the hall. It seemed at least twice as far as usual and Tami was relieved as
she hung her towel over the door of the shower stall. After stepping into the shower she
soaped up under the warm spray. She tried to relax but found herself trying to think of a
safe way out of her situation. When she finally stepped from the shower she had half
expected to find her towel missing, but it still hung on the door.

Back in her room she sat at her desk for a few minutes going over her math notes. With
plenty of time to spare before the test, she reviewed her few clothing options. All of her
purses lacked straps so she could not hang a purse in front of anything strategic. Then
she remembered her backpack. If she wore it with the pack hanging in front she would
at least have a little coverage. She gathered her books and pencils into the pack and
pulled it on. While it covered her large chest, it looked ridiculous. She felt that it
emphasized her nakedness more than gave any type of effective coverage. She shrugged
it off and put it on her back.

“It might as well go now.” Sliding on a pair of sneakers she stepped from her room and
forced herself to stand and walk straight as it was the most natural thing to be a nudist.
She actually looked almost comfortable, but inside she was a wreck as she stepped out
the front door of the dorm.

It was a beautiful warm day with bright sunlight. Tami felt very vulnerable as she
walked the half a mile to her classroom building. Although there were few comments it
was obvious that almost every head turned to follow her. She arrived at the classroom
building just as a rush of students exited from their previous classes. Once she had
stepped into the building she was able to hear the quiet gasps and whispers that followed
in her wake. She kept a neutral expression on her face as she stepped into the classroom
and took a seat. Se had hoped to sit in the back of the room, but only a few chairs were
available in the front row. She took a seat and tried to sit in a relaxed manner, but felt
her control starting to slip on the inside.
Ms. Barrows looked up from her the lectern and gave Tami a smile. Ms. Barrow was the
instructor and very much a flower child of the 60’s. She waved for Tami to approach
her. Tami walked up to Ms. Barrows who spoke.

“The faculty was notified by the Dean’s Office of your recent ‘religious’ conversion. It
reminds me of my time in the 60’s as a college student.” She lowered her voice and
whispered. “Hang in there. Even if it’s an act, you have no real choice now. When I
was at Woodstock, I lost my clothes on the first day. I didn’t get anything to wear for
four whole days. At the time I was humiliated, but it is now one of my most stirring
memories. Have courage.” She waved Tami back to her chair and started handing out
the test.

With the supportive words of Ms. Barrows Tami sat and concentrated on the test. She
worked her way through the problems and was surprised when she finished them all
before time was called. She reviewed her work and was satisfied that she had done
well. With her test paper in hand she walked up to Ms. Barrows’ lectern and handed
over her test. Ms. Barrows smiled again as she took the test paper. When Tami turned
back toward the class she saw almost every students’ eyes staring at her. Tami wanted
to cover up and run from the room. She had to keep up her story if she wanted to stay in
school. She forced herself to relax as she retrieved her backpack and walked slowly
from the room.

The other classes had not yet let out as she leaned against the hallway wall and tried to
steady her nerves. Tami took several deep breaths and thought to herself. “Damn it, I’m
going to have a nervous breakdown if I don’t get myself under control. I have to appear
relaxed if I’m going to get away with this. Surely the school with decide that my ‘dress’
is unacceptable and force me to wear something.” She slowed her breathing and decided
to get back to her room before she got caught in the rush of students as they left class.

Tami forced herself to walk almost leisurely back to her room. Pinned on the door to her
room was a note. “Report to the Dean’s Office.” Tami hoped this was her way out. The
dean just had to ‘force’ her to wear clothes. She left her pack and walked to the
administration building in just her sneakers. She forced herself to appear pleasant as she
entered the building. “I have to really sell the idea that I want to be this way,” she
thought over and over as she entered the dean’s outer office. The secretary, a fifty-
something short woman with blue-silver hair, smiled at Tami and spoke.

“Good luck, dear. It’s been years since anybody shook up this stuffy old college. Don’t
let the dean shake you – just stand up to him.”

She waved Tami through the dean’s office door. Tami saw the dean sitting behind his
oak desk. “Close the door and sit down.” The dean’s voice was deep and stern. Tami
took a chair in front of the desk. “Young lady, you have presented this school in a very
difficult situation. Our attorney has done some additional research and informed my that
your…religion….does have some protection under the law.”
Tami’s heart sank. She had been ready to ‘give in for the good of the college’ if the
dean ordered her to wear clothes. She sat quietly as the dean continued.

“At this time I can’t order you to wear clothes without putting the college in legal
jeopardy. The most I can do is to enforce the safety and sanitary ordinances that might
apply.” Tami’s held her breath and hoped for the best. “Therefore, you are ordered to
wear a shirt and shoes when you eat in the cafeteria or work in the science lab. At all
other times you are to abide by your religious beliefs.”

Tami’s heart was in her throat. She swallowed several times to get some moisture in her
dry mouth before she spoke. “Sir, for the good of the college, I would be willing to
make some adjustments.”

“No, no, I can’t let your do that. The college might be accused of coercion and I can’t
let that happen. I’ve talked to one of the resident advisors in your dorm, a Wanda
Percival. She has been placed in charge of your clothing. She will report to this office
on your daily attire. If you have any problems, you should consult her. She will advise
you on the appropriate attire for any situation.”

Tami’s mind was awhirl as she thought. “Wanda helped get me into this situation. I’ve
a bad feeling that she will be of no help at all.”

Part 4 – A Physical Challenge

Being a freshman she had to take physical education. Normally she loved the physical
release of athletics. She particularly liked the attention she received when her class did
their sports. She was in better shape that many of the other girls and could show them
up. Without her usual tight shorts, T-shirt and sports bar, she would draw much more
than the usual amount of attention.

She entered the locker room and walked to her locker. As she feared her gym clothes
had been removed from her locker. She sighed in frustration and put on her athletic
socks and cross-trainers while leaving her sneakers in the locker. She dawdled in the
locker room until the other girls were filing out to the gym. She stood near the back of
the other girls as they formed up for calisthenics.

“Okay, girls. Ready. First we will stretch out those tired, stiff muscles.” The instructor
ran them through simple stretching exercises for about ten minutes. The motions were
slow and relaxed and felt good to Tami’s tense body. She could almost forget how she
looked.

“Now girls, we are going to do some gymnastics today. I realize most of you may have
little experience with flips and handstands, but our own Tami Smithers has some
experience in these matters. Tami, would you please come to the front of the class?”
Tami was caught by surprise as the whole class turned to look at her. She knew her
cheeks were red, and her face was blushing too. She could not just run away and forced
herself to walk to the front of the class.

“Thank you, Tami. Would you show us all a handstand?”

Without a word Tami faced the class, placed her hands on the floor and kicked her legs
up. She got her legs straight and together, pointing her toes at the ceiling. She kept her
eyes closed and desperately tried to imagine that she was clothed normally. Her breasts
seemed even larger as they moved toward her neck while staying firm.

“Perfect, Tami. Now, keeping your legs straight, spread them as wide as possible and
hold them that way.”

Tami groaned quietly and spread her legs. She was now fully exposed to the whole
class.

“Please hold that position as I have the class try this. Remember class. First you have to
get stable with her legs straight and together. Only then do to you spread your legs.”

Tami kept her eyes closed as she heard groans and thuds as the other girls tried to match
Tami’s perfect form. She heard the instructor admonish them and Tami opened her
eyes. Not one girl was succeeding in balancing herself on her hands. Despite her
embarrassment and the moisture she felt forming between her wide spread legs, Tami
felt some small amount of satisfaction that she was the only one who could do this. Her
arms started to quiver as the strain continued.

“Miss Taylor, can I stop now?”

“I’m sorry, Tami, of course. Please relax.”

“Thank God, I can finally put my legs together” thought Tami. She closed and lowered
legs. She felt almost covered as she stood tall in front of the class. Miss Taylor was not
happy with the rest of the girls.

“Come on girls, you should be ashamed. Not one of you can do this one thing except
Tami. Tami, move slowly and show them how it’s done again. Explain what your are
doing as you do it.”

Tami forced her voice to remain calm as she explained each step as she did it. She got
balanced on her hands with her toes pointing at the ceiling again. Her voice had a quiver
in it as she explained that the legs must remain straight when they were spread. She
held her legs apart for a full ten seconds before she closed and lowered them. Miss
Taylor did not object as Tami got back to her feet and resumed standing at attention.
The other girls tried to help each other, but none seemed able to get any balance while
upside down. Miss Taylor was walking between the rows of girls. After spending
fifteen minutes with the girls, Miss Taylor spoke again.

“Tami, you can leave if you wish. The other girls will need a lot of time to match your
flawless example.” Tami walked from the gym toward the locker room. As soon as she
was out of sight around the corner, Tami sat on the bare floor and hugged her legs to her
chest. It took her several minutes alone to regain her composure before she stood and
entered the locker room. She removed her shoes and socks and stood under a hot steamy
shower. Several minutes passed before she was able to stop her shaking. She stepped
from the shower and dried using one of the towels that were piled beside the shower
room. Once dry she hesitantly walked from the locker room and out into the sun. Once
again she composed herself and walked back to her dorm. Her next class was in an hour,
but she wanted to hide in her room until then.

Part 5 – Tami Barely Continues

The hour in her room passed much too quickly. She was once again walking naked to
the general class room building. With just her backpack and shoes, she once again felt
as exposed as ever. All of the males and many of the females still turned their hands as
she passed. She felt each stare as if it was a physical touch. Her nipples were so erect
they were painful and she could feel moisture forming between her legs. She could not
believe how turned on she was by the humiliating situation. After entering the building
she climbed the steps to the second floor. She arrived just as the prior class was leaving
the classroom and she had to wait while the students filed out.

A hand brushed across Tami’s bottom and she turned left to slap the hand’s owner.
Before she was half turned she felt another hand pinch her right ass cheek. She
squawked and turned back only to find that several people with a few feet, but no one
next to her. She sighed and entered the now empty classroom. Being the first to enter
she chose a chair in the back and opened her English literature book. She pretended to
study as she fought to calm herself mind.

The room filled and the teacher’s assistant announced that she would be doing the
teaching today. Tami listened with half her mind to the lecture while she fought to calm
herself. Before she knew it, the class was over. This was Tami’s last class of the day
and she sighed as she returned to her dorm. Flopping down on the bed Tami tried to
think of any way out of her plight without getting expelled.

There was a knock on the door and it was pushed open by Wanda. “Time to dress for
dinner.”

“Just leave it there, Wanda.” Tami was unable to hide the resignation in her voice.

“Can’t do that. You have to be at the cafeteria before I can let you put it on.”
At that moment Tami heard her stomach growl. She had not had anything to eat since
breakfast. “Okay, let’s go, Wanda.” Tami rose and followed Wanda to the cafeteria.

Part 6 – …And Continues

It had been a week since the streaking accident and Tami was a complete wreck on the
inside. She had managed to portray an outward attitude of normalcy only by spending
many hours sheltered alone in her room. It was only luck that had placed her in one of
the single rooms usually assigned to a resident advisor. During these hours alone she
had thrown herself into her studies to distract herself from her many embarrassing
situations.

Not one word had come from the dean although Tami was sure that he had spies who
would report if she caught acting embarrassed or tried to cover up. Wanda had to be one
of the main spies. Wanda, who had gotten Tami into trouble, seemed determined to stay
on Tami’s case.

Other than her sneakers, Tami had worn only one thing all week -- a very short cutoff T-
shirt that got shorter each day until it just barely covered her nipples. Wanda had
provided that T-shirt only for use in the cafeteria and the science building as the dean
had instructed. As soon as Tami left the cafeteria or science building Wanda promptly
appeared with a smirk on her face. Although quivering with embarrassment on the
inside, Tami forced a smile on her face and pulled the tiny shirt over her head. Wanda
accepted the T-shirt with a knowing look on her face. Wanda just walked off leaving
Tami once again exposed to the world and unable to cover herself in any way.

Tami had not left the campus during her sentence of nudity. She had thought she would
get used to the same people seeing her all the time, but each person’s stare was as the
first. If anything, her embarrassment and inner turmoil was deepened. She had no dates
although she had had countless requests.

Reluctantly, Tami admitted that she had gained one thing – a truly all-over tan. Her
normally pale areas that had been covered by her now unavailable swimwear had
acquired an even brown tone. No tan lines remained to indicate she had ever worn
clothes over her firm unblemished glowing skin.

Tami dreaded the weekend after next – Parents’ Weekend. The weekend the parents and
siblings were invited to visit the campus for a dinner and a night of entertainment by the
students. Skits and singing were the norm. For Tami, there would be many new faces
staring at her and, worst of all, two of those faces would be her own parents. Tami could
think of no way around the weekend.

Little did she know the challenges she would face before that parental confrontation.
Part 7 – Cross-Country

Tami discovered life in the classrooms relatively easy. Her math, science and literature
courses were tolerable by concentrating on the lecture. She could set a book in her lap
and somewhat hide her breasts behind her arms while she took notes. Her philosophy
course was boring and her mind tended to drift back to her embarrassing situation. It
was the physical education that was the most frustrating class. Being in better shape that
most of the girls had led Miss Taylor to use Tami as an example of how to do things.

As Tami stepped into the gym from the locker area Miss Taylor was already showing her
general displeasure at the girls’ lack of physical conditioning. “I don’t expect you to
become real athletes, but I insist you all get into a basic shape. To that end I think you
all need some road work. Tami, please come over here.”

Tami stepped to the front of the class. “We’re going to run six miles by the road around
the campus and the farm on the north of the campus. I jog at the front. I want you to
bring of the rear and keep the stragglers from falling too far behind the pack.” Turning
to face the class Miss Taylor shouted. “Come on girls, follow me.”

Tami found her long lean legs shaking as she followed the tail of the pack. This route
would take her off-campus, passed the edge of town and onto a country road. While it
should not expose her to as many people as had already seen her on campus, it was new
territory. Despite her shaky knees, Tami has no problem keeping up with two girls that
fell back from the pack. Tami jogged up between them and tried to hurry them on. She
failed to notice what was gaining on her from behind.

Tami jumped as she heard feet pounding from behind her. She turned to see the local
high school mens track team trailing less than fifty feet behind her. The leering grins on
their sweaty face told her that they had been enjoying their view of her naked bouncing
bottom. She turned and felt her face blush as she quickly caught up with the two slowest
girls. Within seconds the high schoolers caught up with Tami. Her hopes that they
would pass her by were dashed as they matched her pace. Tami felt embarrassed at lewd
comments about her firm bouncing body. She wanted to run away, but feared that this
track team might keep up with her no matter how fast she ran. She yelled at the two out-
of-breath girls to speed up and tried to stay between them. The track team encircled her,
herding Tami to the side. Tami watched as the other two girls slowly pulled away.
Trapped between the tightly pressed group of young male bodies she had no choice but
to jog at their pace.

Tami realized that she was about half way through the course and as far from the campus
as the course would take her. Even at the slower pace the team was making, Tami felt
the sweat flow easily from her pores to leave her glistening in the bright sunlight. Tami
felt that more than sweat was pouring from her body. The moisture from between her
legs was dripping down her inner thighs. She was sure that the smell of her arousal was
obvious to all the boys. She noticed the bulges in the boys’ shorts and feared the
situation would spiral completely out of control.
<HONK>

Tami jumped at the sound and looked over her shoulder to see a beat up pickup truck
following the track team. It pulled even with the boys as the team stopped with Tami
trapped between their sweaty bodies. A young man leaned out the open window and
spoke.

“What’ve we got here, bro?”

The guy looked like the older brother of one of the taller boys. That boy answered.

“We were just out for our cross country jog when we found this naked filly.”

The guy from the truck responded. “She must like to show what she’s got, to run around
in the all-together like that. Is that right missy?”

Between the jogging and situation Tami was still out of breath. Trapped between the
press of tight sweaty male bodies she could just whimper an answer. “Please don’t hurt
me.”

“Listen, babe, I’m Billy. We aren’t a bunch of rapists. But since you like to show
yourself off, we want a record of it. If you’ll dance for us a while, we’ll give you a ride
back to the your school. Will you play?”

Tami saw no choice in the matter. “You want me to dance right here on the road?”

Billy waved Tami over to the truck and the team parted to make way for her. Billy
opened the passenger side door and Tami reluctantly stepped into the cab. Billy’s
brother slid in next to Tami squeezing her between the two males. The rest of the track
team climbed into the back of the truck and Billy gunned the engine. Billy did a U-turn
and the truck bounced down the road. At an intersection they turned right and moved
farther from the town and college. They drove for fifteen minutes along country roads
before turning onto a dirt road that lead to a farmhouse and barn.

Billy stopped the truck and led a wordless Tami to the barn. As they entered she was
surprised to find no hay, animals or farm equipment. The inside of the barn had been
cleaned and painted to look more like a small country nightclub complete with tables
and a raised runway. The track team entered and took sat in chairs along the sides of the
runway. Billy led Tami to stairs at the end of the runway and motioned her to get on the
runway. She climbed the stairs as Billy moved to a CD player and started playing hard
pounding disco-style music. It only took Tami only a few moments to realize that she
was expected to dance. She felt very self-conscious as she started moving to the music.
Though still embarrassed she found she was feeling arousal as she starting doing a
‘bump and grind’. The hoots and hollers of the track team and Billy grew louder as a
sheen of sweat covered her body. One song followed another and another for over two
hours that left Tami exhausted, but sexually wired. She just wanted to get back to her
dorm and relax under a long hot shower.

The music stopped. Tami did not know what to expect and was surprised when the track
team stood and filed out of the barn. They were in a joyous mode as they left and their
voices faded away. Tami turned to Billy as he smiled and spoke, “Are you ready for
your ride back?”

Tami saw Billy’s eyes move up and down her body. Strangely, she did not feel
uncomfortable for the first time in over a week. With just the two of them here Billy
looked more like any teenage boy asking timidly for a date. She slowly stepped up to
him and smiled as he stiffened. When she placed her arms around Billy’s neck he
relaxed and wrapped his arms around her.

--

It was dark as Tami rose from the bed. She and Billy had moved to the farmhouse for
their lovemaking. Billy stirred in his bed and turned to face Tami. “You are a vision,
babe.”

Tami smiled back and spoke. “I would love to stay, but I should get back to the campus
before it gets any later. I have classes in the morning.”

Billy pulled on this pants and a work shirt. “I’ll drive you back, but only if you promise
to see me this weekend.”

Tami smiled back. “Of course, but only if you promise there’ll be no more
performances in front of the boys.”

“Promise! All your dances will be for me only.”

Part 8 – Back to School and Out Again

Billy drove as Tami snuggled up to him. The first few miles through the open farmlands
passed easily enough for Tami, but as they approached the town and campus the chance
of being seen increased. Even though she would soon have to step from Billy’s truck
naked when they reached the campus, she slouched down in her seat. She held her right
arm in front of her breasts and dropped her left hand to cover her bare pussy.

Billy noticed Tami’s tension grow with each passing moment. He was intrigued with
her and glanced frequently to admire her luscious flesh. He did not know what her
situation was but was more than willing to find out what it was and take advantage of it.
“It’s obvious to me you don’t enjoy being nude in public. Why do you do it?”
Tami had not told anyone her true situation for fears that it would get back to the dean,
but she found herself quickly telling Billy how it started. “…And so I’ve been naked
ever since.”

Billy drove quietly as he realized he could use this information to blackmail her into
doing most anything. “Maybe I should play it straight with her”, he thought. “She is a
great lay.” Before he could make up his mind they pulled into the parking lot behind her
dorm.

Tami sighed and turned to Billy. “Time to face the music.” She gave him a peck on the
cheek, but before she could move away he hugged her to him and gave her a long
sensuous kiss. Tami was swept up and returned the kiss, drawing it out. They finally
leaned back from her other and each took a deep breath. Tami reluctantly opened the
door and stepped out. With a smile on her face she turned and walked casually to the
front door of her dorm. She was happy and felt on top of the world. She didn’t notice
that she had left her sneakers on the floor of Billy’s truck.

Tami’s reverie was broken as Wanda blocked the dorm’s doorway. Wanda gave Tami
an arrogant look and spoke in a stern voice. “Ms. Taylor was worried sick that
something had happened to you and she reported your absence to the dean. I was told to
send you over to the dean’s house as soon as you showed up. Now march, young lady.”

Tami shivered as she realized she would have to go off campus. Many new eyes would
spy her naked for the first time. The dean’s house was about seven blocks into town, all
through a middle class neighborhood. No bus route went that way and Tami was not
sure that a bus would really be any better. In the early evening light of an early fall day,
she set out walking to the edge of campus.

Upon reaching the street that ran along that side of the campus Tami’s felt as if she had
hit a barrier. It was one thing to show her body to her fellow students and faculty, but
she felt strangely protected in that world. Even jogging away from campus she had felt
the umbrella of the college somehow giving her a bit of protection. Walking alone into
the residential neighborhood she felt even more vulnerable and embarrassed than on
campus. Being without even her sneakers made her feel even more naked than ever.
She took her first tentative step across the street and felt her body burn with humiliation.
Upon reaching the sidewalk on the other side of the street she turned to see Wanda
watching. Turning back to the street Tami forced herself to walk in at a ‘normal’ pace
down the block.

A few minutes later Tami found herself surrounded by homes. She received the
disapproving stares of several housewives as she maintained her pace. It was clear the
wives thought she was a slut. What was worse was the growing group of fourteen and
fifteen-year-old boys that trailed her. It had started with only three grinning boys, but
had grown to a pack of over a dozen snickering and drooling boys. The pack had
followed her at about thirty feet for over a block before they got braver. They quickened
their pace and followed within two feet of her. She realized that her firm naked bottom
and long lean legs were their initial center of attention. However, the closer they got, the
braver they got. In ones and twos the boys started darting ahead to stop and watch her
approach. Although they uttered few intelligent words, Tami could feel their eyes on her
even firm curve but most specifically on her firm breasts. Her nipples grew and
hardened, much to the delight of her young admirers.

Tami forced herself to continue as the pack of boys gained new several new arrivals and
suffered few loses. By the time she had reached the dean house over twenty boys
surrounded her. They waited at the front sidewalk as she stepped to the porch and
knocked on the door. Within moments the door opened and a small woman with streaks
of gray in her hair opened the door.

--

Part 9 – The Dean’s Wife and the Voyage Home

“You must be that woman from the college that is driving my husband crazy. Some
foolishness about being a religious nudist.” Seeing the pack of boys in front of the house
the dean’s wife grabbed Tami’s wrist, pulled her in and slammed the door. “I simply
can’t you have you corrupting the neighborhood children like this. I insist you put
something on.”

Tami sighed in relief, but acted as if she were giving in to the dean’s wife. “In your
home I’ll abide by your wishes, Mrs. Jorgon.” Tami followed the woman as they
walked to a bedroom. The dean wife reached into a closet and puled out a long loose
summer dress with a floral print. She handed it to Tami who tried to hide her relief.
Tami quickly pulled the dress over her head and down her body. The dress was old, but
not torn or tattered, and the hem reached below Tami’s knees. Tami buttoned the front
up to her neck and ran her hands down her sides. For the first time in days, she felt the
brush of material against her ass and legs. It felt wonderful to be covered so completely
after all her days of exposure.

Tami saw that Mrs. Jorgon was giving Tami a thoughtful look. She was suddenly afraid
that the dean’s wife had guessed her secret. Tami placed a serious expression on her
own face and followed the dean’s wife from the room. They walked to the living room
and Tami sat on the couch as pointed to by Mrs. Jorgon.

Mrs. Jorgon walked back and forth as she started to speak. “Don’t interrupt me. I think
you are doing all this ridiculous nakedness just to get out of punishment for your
shameless games. I don’t much care what you do as long as you don’t tarnish the image
of the college or make trouble for my husband. I intend to watch you very carefully and
expose your lies. I won’t rest until the truth is revealed.”
Tami kept quiet and fought to keep a neutral expression on her face. She felt her
stomach twist into a knot as Mrs. Jorgon’s words seemed to echo within her head.
Nothing came to mind that would help so Tami remained speechless.

“You have nothing to say for yourself?’ Mrs. Jorgon’s voice dripped with anger. “In
that case I’m going to make sure you get a lot of opportunity to show everyone what you
are made of. Your literature class has just been given permission for a field trip Friday
night. You and your class will be able to go into the city for dinner and a production of
Shakespeare's ‘As You Like It’. Of course everyone will be dressed in their best except
you.”

Tami wanted to shrink at the Mrs. Jorgon’s words. “Oh, no”, she thought, “I’ll be seen
by thousands.” She knew she would feel the stares on her every curve and there would
be nothing she could so. “I just can’t give up now. I’ll be expelled for sure.” Forcing a
smile to her face Tami looked Mrs. Jorgon in the eye and spoke.

“Thank you. That’ll be a wonderful outing.”

Mrs. Jorgon just harrumphed and glared at Tami for several seconds before speaking
very angrily. “Got out of here and leave that dress on the front steps.”

Without a word Tami rose and walked to the door. As she opened it she saw that five of
the neighborhood boys had been waiting. Tami stepped on the porch and Mrs. Jorgon
slammed the door shut. Tami felt very strange as she pulled the dress over her head. It
was like the first time she had been caught. The boys whispered among themselves and
chuckled. As Tami stepped off the boys formed up behind her once again. Tami felt her
face flush and her breathing quickened. With trembling legs she forced herself to walk
quickly and retraced her route from the college.

A slight breeze had risen while she was in the dean’s house. As the breeze blew over
she nipples she felt her nipples harden. As soon as she realized this she noticed the air
passing between her legs and was amazed as her pussy moistened.

Tami walked over two blocks and collected a few more boys in her wake. The most
recent additions were a pair of tall gangly boys the looked to be at least sixteen. She
heard the older boys lower voices softly just before two of the younger boys raced ahead
of her and disappeared from view between two house about a block ahead of her. Tami
felt no relief at their departure as she continued to see housewives staring at her with
disgust. Two housewives actually stepped to their front doors and shouted at Tami.
“Slut” and “Harlot” were just a few of the words shouted in her direction.

Tami maintained her pace despite her inner shame. Her nipples became impossibly
harder and she was afraid she would soon feel love juice trickle down her inner thighs.
She was taken complete by surprise as a stream of cold water splashed against her chest.
A second stream of even colder water immediately struck her face. She was
momentarily blinded as the stream moved up and down soaking her hair and leaving
every inch of her tawny skin wet.

Tami was finally able to shake water from her eyes and saw what had happened. The
two boys who had previously race ahead of her had set a trap. They each had a garden
hose with the nozzle adjusted to a narrow stinging stream. They showed no sign of
letting up, but they were laughing and having trouble keeping the cold streams on her.
Upon seeing that they had no intention of stopping Tami did the only thing she felt she
could do – she RAN as fast as she could.

Tami’s running set in motion all the firm parts of her anatomy. Her breasts bounced in
counterpoint to each other. Their motions made her sensitive breasts feel very exposed
and stimulated. The trailing pack of boys were just able to keep up with Tami as the
delightful view of her pumping thighs and bottom drew their young male eyes. As their
bodies reacted in a normal male response to the sight of a shapely woman’s pulsating
flesh, Tami was slowly able to pull away from them. She was running on the grass to
avoid the scrapping of the sidewalk on the soles of her feet. She barely slowed as she
flashed across streets, her sore feet slapping hard against the concrete.

Tami’s shame drove her on and on. By the time she reached the campus they lead boys
of pack trailed her by almost a half a block. Sweat covered her body as she stepped onto
the campus and slowed. Her hair stuck to her head and shoulders and her body’s sheen
of sweat gave her a slick look. She slowed to a jogged and continued to her dorm while
still breathing deeply.

As she stepped onto the first step in front of her dorm she looked up and saw Wanda
sitting inside the dorm. Tami just wanted to slink up to her room and hide, but Wanda
had other plans.

--

Part 10 – The Big City

Wanda looked up and saw Tami trying to slink up to her room. Wanda thoughts were
nasty. “Look at her. I’m sure she’s faking it all just to avoid being expelled. Well, I’m
going to make it as tough as possible for her.”

“Oh, Tami, I see you’re back.”

Tami froze as she heard Wanda’s voice. If she tried to ignore her, she was sure that
Wanda would just keep on pestering her. Tami forced a smile on her face and answered.

“Yes, I had a nice talk with the Mrs. Jorgon. She arranged for a bunch of us to see a
Shakespeare play in the city. Isn’t that lovely?” Tami voice hid her inner turmoil quite
well.
“In that case you won’t mind running a few errands for me while you’ll there. I just
talked to Mrs. Jorgon and she has given her approval.”

Tami suppressed her groan as she realized Wanda was setting her up. She continued her
forced smile and responded. “Of course, what do you want me to do?”

Tami listened to every word and realized thousands would see her as she ran the
errands. It would be one heck of a Friday night.

--

Friday night found Tami riding on the bus in her finest attire. Well, the finest that was
permitted her. She wore black high-heeled shoes with ankle straps. Around her neck
hung a string of pearls. Her silver “dress” wristwatch was on her left wrist and a black
small black patent leather purse in her right hand. And that was all. Her finely tanned
skin was all too visible. To make matters worse they were going into the city in the
afternoon instead of the early evening. Mrs. Jorgon has arranged for the students to visit
an art museum before the theater.

Tami would have loved to go to the art museum where she could have possibly hide for
a time. Instead Tami had to drop off a parcel at the office of the curator at the Museum
of Natural History. Once that was done, she had to get across town and pickup a
package of some sort at the Merchandise Mart.

As the students filed out of the bus at the art museum, Tami held the parcel in front of
her waist to hide her bare pussy from view. She waved for a cab and one zipped right up
to her. She opened the back door as she placed the parcel on the seat and slid in behind
it. She turned to give the cabbie the address only to find a bug-eyed middle aged man
staring at her form the front seat.

“The Museum of Natural History, please.”

The man continued to stare into the back seat at Tami. She moved the parcel onto her
lap and repeated, “The Museum of Natural History, please.”

The driver blinked and shook his head. “Whatever” muttered the driver before he finally
turned and pulled away from the curb. Tami, away from the eyes of the others of her
college community let some of her embarrassment show. She bit her lower lip and tried
to hide behind the parcel. The box was a cube about a foot on each side, too small to
hide both her pussy and her breasts from view. Too soon she arrived at the natural
history museum. Tami was stunned to see the crowd around the front of the building.
She took a deep breath, stepped out of the taxi and paid the cabbie.

Tami held the parcel in front of her crotch as she climbed the stone steps to the front
doors. She kept her eyes focused straight ahead as the normal crowd noises faded. As
the seconds passed she saw everyone in front of her turn their heads to follow her every
step. Tami wanted to run and hide, but she knew that if she did she would never be able
to continue with her charade. Pulling open a heavy front door she sighed thinking that
the worst was behind her.

--

Part 11 – A Crowded Museum

Tami’s relief was short-lived as she saw the lobby and main floor were very crowded.
She stepped up to the information desk where young female guide stood talking to an
older couple. The guide wore a blue blazer with the logo of the museum on the left
pocket. The guide’s expression changed to disbelief as she turned to face Tami.

“What are you doing?” the guide gasped.

“I have a parcel for the curator. Can you direct me to his office?”

“Come with me.” The guide stepped from the information desk and led Tami quickly to
a side corridor and through a door marked “Authorized Personnel Only”. Tami found
herself in an empty hallway. The guide stopped and turned to face Tami. “Now just
why are you showing up here naked?”

For some reason Tami could not hold in her real feelings. She broke into tears and
quickly her plight. The guide, Rebecca, listened sympathetically to Tami tale. Rebecca,
no stranger to embarrassing situation, felt sorry for Tami. “Come with me, dear.” They
walked down the hallway passed several closed doors and finally entered a storage
room. “Wait here, Tami.” Rebecca left the room leaving Tami to dry her eyes in
private.

Rebecca appeared a few minutes later with a white lab coat over her right arm and said,
“This is all I could find quickly.” She handed the lab coat to Tami who immediately slid
it on. It was missing a couple of six buttons and hung down to almost Tami’s knees.
Tami sighed in as if it were the most luxurious garment she had ever worn. Wearing the
most she had worn in weeks, she thanked Rebecca profusely.

“I’ll take that parcel to the curator for you. You better get going or you’ll be late.”

Tami handed the parcel to Rebecca and the two returned to the lobby. Tami thanked
Rebecca again and the two promised to get together sometime in the future. Stepping to
the curb to hail a taxi Tami felt as if she was in control for the first time since the night
Wanda had dared her to streak across campus. Tami actually relaxed and looked around
at the big city.

The taxi pulled up to the Merchandise Mart and Tami left the taxi. The sidewalk was
not nearly as crowded, but as soon as Tami entered the building crowds of people
moving between the many wholesale dealers surrounded her. She followed the signs
and quickly found booth 51 as she had been directed. She had to wait as the dealer
finished with two other customers. Tami found herself checking her watch as the time
passed.

Finally, Tami reached the dealer who quickly found the box she was to pick up. It was
only about two inches thick, but two feet wide and three feet long. Tami wasted no time
carrying the box outside. Flagging a cab she gave the address for the art museum. She
would rejoin the other students there for the ride to the theater.

As the cab pulled up to the museum Tami remember the lab coat. She quickly pulled it
from her body to the surprise of the cabby. She stuffed the coat under the front seat and
paid the cabby before stepping. The brief time in the lab coat left her now feeling more
exposed than earlier. She scurried into the art museum to meet her fellow students.

No one was waiting for her. Holding the box in front of her she waved at one of the
male guides. He looked at her wide eyed as he answered. “They left twenty minutes
ago.”

--

Part 12 – Stranded

The brief time in the lab coat left her now feeling more exposed than earlier. Tami was
unprepared when the gawking male guide told her that the bus with the rest of her fellow
students had left twenty minutes ago. She did not know the name of the theater where
the play was occurring and for the life of her she could not remember the name of the
play. She was stuck in the city with just her shoes and pearls. With only the box to hide
behind she was very conscious of her state of undress. She was also afraid that she
would be in trouble for missing the play.

The only soul she even slightly knew was Rebecca who she had just met. Without
thinking it through she charged back out to the curb. The cab she had just left was still
idling at the curb. Tami rushed up and opened the door to the delight of the cabby.

“Take me back to the Museum of Natural History, please.”

The cabby took another long stare at Tami’s exposed curves before pulling away from
the curb. Tami pulled the lab coat from under the seat and pulled it on with a sigh of
relief. The ride back seemed to take forever as the traffic had picked up at the approach
of rush hour. She had just stepped from the cab with her package at the Museum of
Natural History in time to see Rebecca walking down the steps. Tami waved Rebecca
over and the two met at the base of the steps.

“You still around?”

Tami quickly explained her situation and concluded with “Can you help me out?”
Rebecca thought for several moments before she answered. “Well, now, I suppose I
can. But it will come with a price.”

Rebecca’s words made Tami shiver with trepidation. “Like what do you have in mind?”

“Let me give you a ride to my house and then I’ll see if we can find your play.”

The two women climbed into Rebecca’s seven-year-old compact. Rebecca turned to
Tami and spoke. “I said there would be a price. Throw the lab coat in the back seat with
the package.

“Well, it’s no worse than I’ve had to put up with lately.”

Tami wriggled out of the coat and dropped it on the back seat. Neither woman noticed
the taxi pull away from the curb and follow them. Even if they had noticed they would
have failed to see Wanda hiding in the taxi’s backseat.

--

Part 13 – A Kindred Soul Found and An Evil One Plans

Rebecca and Tami chatted together like old friends. It seemed the two shared much in
common including the interest in the occasional dare. Rebecca told of her initiation into
the Beta Alpha Pi Sorority. She had been dropped off on a country road wearing just her
sneakers and body paint. The paint had done nothing to ease her discomfort since her
breasts had been painted like targets. Similar targets had been painted on each ass cheek
and around her pussy. She had escaped detection only by the smallest of margins when
she had also run straight into a frat initiation ritual. She had to hide for thirty minutes in
some rose bushes. When the frat boys finally moved away Rebecca was covered with
tiny scratches over most of her body. By the time she had reached the pick up spot she
itched all over her body.

“I haven’t looked at roses the same way since then.”

Tami giggled with Rebecca as she ended the story. Rebecca had driven west and they
were in the suburbs. They pulled into a driveway between two small houses on a
residential street. A stand of woods ran along the back of the property. The area had an
almost rural atmosphere. The car pulled into a carport in the small backyard in the shade
of the trees.

“We’re home” announced Rebecca. She opened her door and stepped from the car.
Tami reached into the backseat to retrieve the lab coat, but Rebecca stopped her by
saying, “You won’t be needing that. The neighbors on this side are out of down.”

Tami wanted the coat but surrendered to Rebecca’s suggestion. “After all she is helping
me”, Tami thought. A quick glance around revealed no one in sight, but she failed to
notice Wanda step from the cab half a block away. She walked around the car and stood
at the back door while Rebecca unlocked it.

“Why don’t you take a seat in the living room while I check the theater listings on the
Internet.” Tami did as suggested and waited only a few minutes before Rebecca walked
into the living room.

“Could the play be ‘As You Like It’?” asked Rebecca.

“That’s it.”

“You’re indeed lucky. The theater is just a few miles from here. If we hurry, you can
get there before the first act. Let’s go.”

Tami had mixed emotions about this. She would be able to avoid the trouble of being
AWOL from her group, but she would soon be naked in full view of hundreds if not
thousands of people. Despite her mixed feelings, she followed Tami out to the car.
Rebecca had changed into a halter-top and a pair of tight shorts that accentuated her
curves very attractively. They quickly pulled out the driveway and sped away.

In the time they had been inside the shadows had deepened as sunset approached. The
evidence of Wanda’s gas siphoning was not visible. Wanda watched from the backseat
of the taxi and had the cabby follow Rebecca’s car. A truly evil smile crept across
Wanda face as she planned her next maneuver.

--

Part 14 – Out of Gas

Thinking she was far from any of the prying eyes of her college community, Tami found
herself hugging her arms over her chest. Rebecca looked over and smirked. “Getting a
little shy are we?”

“I already explained that I trapped myself into playing the role of a nudist. There’s no
one around to tell on me now so why shouldn’t I try to cover up?”

Rebecca chuckled and looked over at Tami. “It’s just so fascinating, being able to walk
around naked without getting into trouble. I know I wouldn’t have the nerve to try it.”

“Come up and visit me for a weekend and I’ll arrange it for you.” Tami was kidding but
the thought of getting the attractive Rebecca into her birthday suit for a couple of days
seemed devilishly delicious.

The thought bounced around in Rebecca’s head and she found herself squirming in her
seat. “No, I just couldn’t, could I?”
“Just try me!” Tami found herself smiling at Rebecca’s face flushed red.

The gals had only been driving for five minutes when the car coughed. The car slowed
to a crawl and Rebecca pulled up next the curb. “Damn!” cursed Rebecca. “I just filled
that gas up yesterday. Tami, I’m sorry but I’m out of gas.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’ve got an empty gas can in the trunk. There’s a gas station about four blocks away.
You’ll be safe here.”

Before Tami could respond Rebecca stepped from the car and opened the trunk. She
grabbed the gas can and set out for the gas station. Tami looked at the residential area in
which the car was parked. They were parked in the middle of the block well away from
the streetlights. At the moment there were no pedestrians and many of the houses were
dark. “Things could be worse, I guess” she mumbled to herself as she reached into the
back to grab the lab coat. She felt around but could not find it. She did not want to turn
on the dome light as that might attract attention. Her only alternative was to crawl over
the front seat. She looked around once more and, seeing no one, she climbed into the
back.

Half a block back Wanda stood behind a tree and spied on Tami. The sun had set less
than thirty minutes ago. For 7:45 it was surprisingly dark due to the overcast clouds that
were quickly blowing across the moonless sky. Wanda had had the cabby drop her off
at the last corner. She was working her way closer as she crept up from bush to hedge to
tree. Wanda was also dressed for the theater in a short black dress, hose and heels that
were not made for covert activity. She did not pay attention to the occasional snag on a
bush or hedge and so did not realize the thread she was trailing. The thread was
unraveling up from the hem in the middle of the back. It wouldn’t take much more
unraveling for the already short dress to expose her frilly black sheer panties as she
peaked from behind a hiding place. Soon she would wish she had kept the lab coat she
had taken from Rebecca’s car.

Tami was frustrated after thoroughly searching the backseat of Rebecca’s car. Tami
hadn’t found so much as a floor mat under which to hide. She looked back and noticed
that the trunk lid was not closed all the way. “I wonder if there’s a blanket or something
I can use”, she thought. Tami took her time looking around until she was convinced she
was alone. Finally she took a deep breath and opened her door. She stood next to the
car and felt a light breeze caress her bare skin. Her nipples hardened as she stepped to
the back of the car.

Tami pulled up the trunk lid to find a tidy trunk devoid of anything she could use for
coverage. In frustration she slammed the trunk lid closed just as the breeze picked up
and Tami’s open door swung shut. She raced to the door only to find it locked.
“Damn!”
Wanda peaked from her hiding place behind a hedge at the front of a house. She had
worked her way to within sixty feet of Tami. She took delight in the sight of the naked
Tami huddling next to the locked passenger side door. Unbeknownst to Wanda the
fraying at the back of her little black dress left her firm panty covered butt quite visible.
The fraying had reached the bottom of the zipper.

The combination of being trapped in public and the cooling breeze across her bare skin
left Tami feeling more naked that ever. With her right arm across her breast and her left
hand covering the area between her legs, she constantly looked up and down the street
fearing someone would spot her. Looking for a better place to hide Tami tiptoed to the
closest house. Bushes grew in front of its screened in porch. Tami moved to the corner
of the porch and slid behind the bushes into a particularly dark spot. Fearing she might
be here for a while, Tami sat down on a bed of dry leaves and pine needles. Satisfied
that she was a hidden as possible she leaned her head back against the wall and closed
her eyes.

Wanda had held her breath when she saw Tami hide in the bushes not twenty feet away.
For five minutes neither girl made a sound until Wanda finally leaned back against a
particularly pointy branch that slid right between her legs snagging her frilly panties.
Wanda barely suppressed a “YELP” and moved up on her toes. The panties were pulled
down about an inch from the crotch. She reached around and was surprised as her hand
brushed bare rump. The breeze had picked up against and the rustle of leaves covered
her gasp. While trying to remain quiet she turned first left then right trying to free her
panties. This only succeeded in more firmly snagging in the frilly material. Tami’s
frustration got the best of her when she finally grabbed the branch and jerked it away
from her. She heard the sound of tearing material and felt the lacy fabric pull from her
crotch. She back up a step and did not feel the rose bush thorns attach themselves to the
back of her dress. Thinking herself free at last, but pantiless, she turned and bent down
to retrieve her undies only to see them fluttering away in the stiff breeze. The stress on
the frayed back of the dress caused the weakened seam to the right of the zipper to split.
She turned and tried to pull the dress from the rose bush. When it suddenly popped
loose she fell backward onto her naked posterior. Before she could react the black dress
fell from her body revealing that she was braless. The black dress flipped from her hand
to land a couple of feet away. She crawled toward the remains of her dress just as the
wind gusted up to thirty miles per hour. The black material, caught in the gust, fluttered
over the lawn and across the street. Wanda’s last glimpse of her dress was as it blew
between two houses.

--

Part 15 – Gone with the Wind and Thunder

Tami, unaware of Wanda’s plight, was starting to shiver from the gusts of wind that
shook the bushes that hid her. The branches of the bush brushed back and forth against
her breasts and stomach. Despite the situation, she found herself feeling rather randy
and she felt moisture form between her legs. She moved to her left in an effort to escape
the tinkling brushes of the shrubbery. She thought to herself. “I refuse to get turned on
by this situation. Where the hell is Rebecca?” Tami hugged herself covering her cool
hardening nipples.

Wanda had crawled into her own hiding place not twenty feet away. She, too, was
feeling embarrassed and yet aroused. Most of all she was frustrated by the unfairness of
it all. “That Tami is a little tramp and deserves this, but me?” The cool wind did
nothing to cool the fire she felt growing between her legs that was impossible to put out
of her mind. Wanda forced herself to peak through the shrubbery and was just able to
see Tami in the bushes not twenty feet away. Wanda grit her teeth in frustration.

Rebecca was two blocks away and passing under a streetlight when there was a flash.
She looked up just as the rolling thunder drowned out the sound of the rustling leaves.
She took a moment to switch the four-liter gas can from her right hand to her left. The
sloshing gasoline was growing heavier with each passing minute. With the threat of rain
made her walk more quickly, but she quickly felt cold drops of rain that fell on her bare
shoulders and legs. In seconds her halter was glued to her chest and back. Only its dark
color kept it from becoming transparent, but the outline her erect nipples were quite
clear. To make matters worse already tight white shorts DID become transparent as the
rain made the suck even more tightly to her skin. Her short dark bush was very visible.

A drenched Rebecca was walking as fast as she could as she approached that car. She
felt very naked with her clothes stuck to her body as they were. She had a greater
appreciation for Tami’s courage for sticking with her ‘nudity’ rouse. She walked
directly to the gas cap on the driver’s side of the car and was pouring the fuel into the
tank when she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned to see Tami
run up to her and frantically ask for the car keys. Rebecca hand the keys to Tami who
unlocked the passenger door and jump inside the car. Rebecca finish pouring the gas
into the car and wanted to put the gas can in the trunk. She opened the driver’s side door
and had a shivering Tami pass her the car keys. She was placing the can in the trunk as
another movement to her right caused her to turn.

Wanda surprised Rebecca just as she turning to face Wanda. Rebecca was overwhelmed
as Wanda twisted Rebecca’s left arm high up behind Rebecca’s back. “Get out of those
shorts” Wanda quietly yet sternly demanded.

Rebecca was confused. She had just seen enough of the taller Wanda to see that she was
naked and alone. She could not figure out why a girl would get naked to hold her up.
When Rebecca hesitated to meet Wanda’s demand, Wanda raised Rebecca’s twisted arm
even higher up Rebecca’s spine. Rebecca started to peel the rain soaked shorts down her
legs while she would she had worn some sensible underwear. Instead, as she pulled the
wet shorts down, her lack was any underwear left her feeling very vulnerable. Unable to
lean forward without putting more strain on her trapped arm and shoulder, she wiggled
her legs until the shorts dropped to her ankles. She stepped out of her shorts and waited.
Wanda pulled on the halter-top’s knot at the back of Rebecca’s neck. It came free easily
enough. The top slowly fell forward completely exposing Rebecca’s breasts. The rain
was coming down in buckets and a small cold torrent flowed between Rebecca’s breasts
and down over her crotch before running down her legs.

“No!” Rebecca groaned.

The halter-top hung around her waist held on only by the loose knot that had been
between her breasts. Wanda pulled in the back, but the loose knot just formed into a
tighter knot of wet clingy material.

Tami was slouched down in the front seat shivering from her cool wetness, frustration
and embarrassment. She was oblivious to everything else until she heard Rebecca’s
groan. Tami peaked over the back of the seat and was shocked as she saw Rebecca
struggling in Wanda grasp. Tami crawled to the driver’s side and slowly opened the
door. Wanda’s back was toward Tami as she inched forward.

Wanda kept pulling on the halter-top until the material fluttered to the street. Wanda
smiled evilly and was about to push Rebecca into the trunk when something struck her
from behind. Wanda pitched forward and fell head first into the trunk. Tami grabbed
Wanda’s legs and shoved them into the trunk before slamming the lid shut.

Rebecca had fallen to the street when Wanda had been hit. She looked up just in time to
see Tami close the trunk. Despite being wet and naked Tami had a triumphant look on
her face.

“Come on, let’s get out of here” announced a grinning Tami. “It’s getting cold.”

Rebecca moved to the back of the car. She felt around for the keys she had dropped
during Wanda’s attack. The rain was flooding the street, but she found the key and then
turned to look for her shorts and tops. She saw the shorts awash in the gutter heading
toward the nearest corner. Her top floated a few feet behind the shorts. She took a
couple of steps when the shorts just disappeared. She ran faster and had almost reached
the top when it too disappeared. She stopped and looked down to see a storm drain
through which her clothes had vanished. Rebecca froze as she stood naked and stared
down the drain. Only Tami’s urgent voice brought her from her trance like state.

“Come on, already! We have to get out of here!” Tami’s pleading voice was punctuated
as a flash of lightning made the two naked women very visible.

--

Part 16 – And a Deal is Struck

The naked Tami and Rebecca had returned to Rebecca’s house and devised a plan that
would protect Tami from her AWOL status and exact some measure of revenge on
Wanda. Only then did the two now clothed ladies climb into the car in Rebecca’s
garage. They stood next to the still locked trunk. Tami knocked on the trunk lid and
Wanda started to scream. Tami was ready and spoke loudly in reply.

“Shut up in there or we’ll drop you naked right in front of the stadium at the end of
tomorrow’s football game.” Tami’s voice had a harsh quality to it that immediately
made Wanda quiet down. “Now here’s the deal. We’re are going to let you out, but you
have to do as we say. First, we’re going to open the trunk just far enough to drop in a
pair of handcuffs. We want you to lock your wrists behind your back. When you have
them in place, you tell us and we will let you out. We’ll accept no tricks. If you try to
escape or don’t have the cuffs in place, you will be found in this open trunk just as the
thousands stream out of tomorrow’s game. I’m sure you can imagine the greeting you
will get. Are you ready?”

Wanda voice was just loud enough to hear. “Yes.”

Tami signaled Rebecca and she popped the trunk latch. Tami dropped in the cuffs and
the lid was snapped back down. They heard movement in the trunk. A few seconds
later Wanda voice announced “I’m ready.” Rebecca popped the lock open and they let
the lid slowly raise with Tami peaking at Wanda. Wanda was on her side facing away
from ladies. The cuffs were plainly around her wrists, but Tami reached in to make sure
they were really closed. Rebecca double locked them so they would not close so tight as
to cut off the circulation. Tami and Rebecca helped the naked and very quiet Wanda
from the trunk. Droplets still adhered to her skin, but she was no longer the rain soaked
gal she had been when they last saw her. Wanda stood in fear as she watched her
clothed captors.

Tami spoke again. “Here’s the rest of the deal. You will back me up and say that we
had car trouble and were unable to get to the theater. That’s basically true anyway. You
will also continue your reports to the dean and his wife, but will tell them you are
convinced that my belief in nudism is true.”

A defiant look crept into Wanda’s eyes, but before she would say a word Tami
continued.

“To insure your continued cooperation we will take the following precautions. First, you
will be kept naked until we return to the campus tomorrow afternoon. Second, we will
take lots of photographs and videotapes of you until them. Third, some of those
photographs are going to be very compromising. If at anytime you cause me any trouble
Rebecca will have the photographs posted on the Internet and copies of the videotapes
will be sent to your parents and the dean. Do you understand?”

After a moment’s hesitation Wanda’s head hung low and she said, “I understand”. Her
submissive manner convinced Tami they had beaten Wanda.

--
Rebecca was driving as they approached the campus. Tami was again naked, but
smiling, as the chatted cheerfully in the front seat. Wanda rode in the back. Wanda
wore a red halter-top that barely contained her breasts. A short skirt hung from her hips
fully exposing a broad expanse of stomach. The skirt didn’t reach halfway to her knees
leaving a delectable expanse of bare thighs in sights. Wanda squirmed in the seat each
time either Rebecca or Tami looked at her. The fact that Wanda had no underwear was
foremost in Wanda’s mind. The long slits up the sides of the skirt only drove that fact
home.

Tami, despite her own nudity, spoke with control to Wanda. “Remember, Wanda,
Rebecca has the videotape and exposed film ready if you cause me any problems.”

Wanda shook her head yes. Her mind drifted back to hours that she had spent being
posed by the two women. The most embarrassing was the series in which she had been
hog-tied with her ankles tied off to her wrists behind her back. She had been worse than
naked as she remember the rubber bra that had left her dark nipple protruding from the
holes in the black rubber. Her arms had been lashed together until her elbows touched.
Perhaps most disturbing was the way that a red rubber ball has been forced between her
teeth and held in place was a pair of panties that tied behind her head. She shivered and
realized she would do most anything to keep those pictures from becoming public.

Yes, Tami had Wanda but good, and they both knew she was in control.

--

Part 17 – Barely Partners

Tami smiled as she went to her classes on Monday. It had been a wonderful weekend.

When she and Wanda had returned on Saturday afternoon is had been a surprisingly
simple matter to report to the dean in his office. With Wanda’s support the dean had
accepted their story about car trouble. It was obvious he thought there was much more
to be told, but with Wanda’s sudden support of Tami he was unable to do anything more
than restrict them both to campus for a week.

Tami still took delight in the vision of Wanda seated before the dean with her thighs
locked together as in a vice. The short skirt and pantyless condition left Wanda little
margin for error. When the dean dismissed them Wanda rose and walked with great care
lest she reveal her plight to the dean.

As part of Wanda’s ‘sentence’ she was to forego any undergarments until Tami said
otherwise. Upon returning to Wanda’s room Tami had taken great care to remove all of
Wanda’s slacks and long skirts. If Tami was going to have to maintain her rouse, she
would at least take delight in knowing the Wanda would also be plagued with her own
embarrassing condition.
Tami went through her classes on Monday with no less embarrassment than before.
Only the thoughts of Wanda scurrying around in her short mini-skirt helped distract her.
As she walked back from her last class she contemplated the upcoming Parents’
Weekend.

One of the other female students walked up to Tami. Tami recognized her from the
freshman mathematics class – her name was Deborah. She was a short cute girl with a
slight figure and one of those cute fresh faces that always gathered attention from the
boys. Her pearly white teeth flashed in an easy smile as she spoke to Tami.

“I think you are so brave to stand by your personal convictions. You are right not to let
the dean railroad you into conforming to some outmoded standard.” Tami felt at little
ashamed that Deborah thought so much of her when Tami was maintaining just a sham.

Tami’s jaw fell open when Deborah dropped her books and proceeded to strip off her
clothes there at the edge of the quad. Tami’s shock continued Deborah completed her
strip to reveal a firm fit figure. Deborah then picked up her clothes and deposited them
in a nearby trash can. She picked up her books and stood naked next to Tami.

Deborah was far from through and spoke. “A number of us girls have been discussing
your situation. We have decided to follow your example and have prepared to staged a
‘strip down’ demonstration this weekend. We want you right there with us when we
storm that place. We’ll show the dean how united we are. If we succeed you never have
to worry about being forced to wear clothing again, at least here on campus.

Tami forced smile weakened as she realized she was even more caught in her own
‘nudist’ trap. If this demonstration succeeded she would be bare on campus for the next
four years.

--

Part 18 – The Parents Arrive

Tami tried with every argument she could think of to stop Deborah from staging the
‘strip down’ except the truth. Tami feared if she knew the truth the support for the
‘nudist front’ would become enraged at being deceived. Tami knew the truth could get
back to the dean and she would be expelled. With each day the approaching Parents’
Weekend brought more panic to Tami. Once her father found out what Tami was doing,
he could do almost anything. Tami’s own mother would probably call her a slut after
she recovered from the initial shock.

Tami’s only bit of relief was seeing Wanda walking carefully around the campus.
Wanda spend much of her time wearing very short skirts and trying to hide the fact that
she wore no underwear. Whenever Wanda spotted Tami looking at her Wanda looked
very uncomfortable. Wanda thought she had kept her pantyless condition a secret, but
the rumors were starting to flow around campus. A breeze had raised the back of her
skirt the prior day. Her firm round buttocks had briefly been exposed to Brad Picket, the
senior class president and a real hose hound. Brad had quickly spread the news to a
couple of his closest friends. It would not be long before the entire student body would
be watching Wanda very closely every second.

Tami wanted to call her parents on Friday and reveal her situation, but she chickened
out. When Tami returned to her dorm after lunch, there standing in the lobby was her
mother and father. Their shocked expressions left Tami speechless as they stood facing
each other. A moment later Tami’s brother Joe returned from the restroom. Joe was
almost sixteen and was the typical bouncing bag of male hormones. His eyes bugged
out and his mouth hung open. Tami was mortified and wanted to hide, but her father
spoke.

“Young lady, what the hell are you doing like that? Put something on this minute!”

Tami forced her vocal chords to work. “Please, Daddy, can we go up to my room and
talk.”

“No amount of explaining can excuse your, ah, condition.”

“Please, Daddy, not here!”

Tami felt like a little girl about to be spanked by her strict father. Finally, Tami’s father
motioned for Tami to lead the way to her room. He took the arm of Tami’s still
awestruck mother and followed Tami. Joe moved to follow, but her father spoke to him.

“Joe, wait right here and stay out of trouble.”

Joe was only too happy to comply as he ogled the breasts of the girl at the front desk.
Tami walked up the steps and into her room followed closely by her parents. The
silence lasted until they were in Tami’s room and the door was shut. Before her father
could say a word, Tami broke into tears. She held her right arm was across her chest and
her left hand between her tightly clenched thighs. Through sobs Tami admitted the true
story including her conversations with both the dean and his wife. Of course she omitted
the part about the long run down the country roads. When Tami finished the story, she
sat sobbing on her bed. Her father had stared at her through the whole story. She felt
even more naked under his intense gaze.

Tami’s father spent several seconds thinking over what Tami had said. The anger had
drained from his eyes. He moved to Tami’s closet and examined its sparse contents.

“Where did you put all your clothes, young lady?”

“Daddy, one of the other girls took them. They aren’t in her room. I think she gave
them to the dean.”
“Good. I don’t condone lying, but you’ve created your own problem. I insist you live
up to your role.”

Tami’s jaw fell open as her father’s words sank in. “B..B..But Daddy, aren’t you going
to make me wear clothes?” Tami was not sure what she had wanted him to do, but to
force her to remain naked was not what she expected.

“Of course you have to remain naked given the dean’s attitude. As a matter of fact I
insist that you remain naked even when you come home for Thanksgiving. If you are
going to live the role of a nudist here, I absolutely insist you maintain that role at all
times.”

Even though her room was on the warm side Tami felt a shiver run down her bare back.
“But I’ll freeze by then.”

Her father’s stern expression remained. “Of course you will wear a coat or jacket to stay
warm, but whenever you go inside you must take it off.”

Tami was wordless as she sat naked on the bed. Her embarrassment grew as she realized
the meaning of her punishment. Tami looked down as her feet as an image of her naked
at the Thanksgiving feast with all the relatives around her. The silence stretched on until
Tami’s mother spoke.

“Has everyone gone completely crazy?” Her voice had a hysterical tone to it.

Tami’s father asked her to step out into the hallway for a few minutes. Tami was only
too glad to hide from her parents’ eyes. She stood just outside the door and could just
hear her father’s voice, but he spoke too softly to make out the words.

--

Behind the closed door Tami’s father had calmed her mother down.

“Look, Martha, Tami is a big girl now. We have to let her make her own mistakes. As I
said I don’t condone her lying, but I’m not letting her off easily. If you think I want to
see my little pumpkin embarrass herself and us at Thanksgiving Dinner, it is you who is
crazy.”

Martha was calmed, but not convinced. “John, we have to make her put her clothes on
right now.”

“Look dear, she doesn’t even have any clothes here to put on.”

“If you go through with this, John, I will make sure you regret it.”
John spoke quietly in a firm voice. “Martha, she has to make her own mistakes.
Besides, I still have those photographs of you at the original Woodstock Festival.
Maybe Tami should know something of her mother’s rebellious youth.”

Martha’s face went white. “But I burned all those.”

A smile formed on John’s face. “I still have the negatives and another set of prints
locked up where you can’t get to them. I’ve always loved the one of you skinny dipping
in the mud hole.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Martha, you will cooperate in this deception. If you don’t I will see to it that a few
copies of the pictures are left around for your prudish friends to find.”

Martha was sufficiently shocked. She realized that John WOULD dare if she objected
too strongly. She might be thirty years older, but she still looked enough like that naked
mud covered girl with the naughty smile for her friends to recognize her. Her voice was
little more than a whisper as she answered.

“Yes, dear, I’ll be quiet”.

John’s smile took on a devilish look. “I thought you would see it my way. Let’s go out
and be with our daughter.”

--

Part 19 – Parents Daze

Joe Smithers was having a good time flirting with the girl at the dorm reception desk.
She was verbally giving as good as Joe was and he was enjoying the fantasies forming in
this head.

“Joseph Jefferson Smithers, get over here right now.”

Joe jumped as his father’s voice interrupted his lusty vision. He shook his head and tried
to nonchalantly adjust his trousers to hide his woody. “Be right there, Dad.” Joe’s smile
returned as he saw Tami still naked with his parents. He knew her well enough to tell
that she was mentally a wreck. He thought, “It wouldn’t take much to get under her
skin.” He snickered as he realized just how much appropriate that expression was. He
would keep his eyes open for any opportunity to embarrassment.

Tami saw the look in Joe’s eyes. She had never been able to pull the wool over his
eyes. He was going to be trouble, but how could it be any worse. Tami had half hoped
that her parents would order her into her clothes. Instead, her father had ordered her to
live the lie. Tami felt helpless and hopeless; trapped by her own lies.
Mr. Smithers had insisted that Tami show them around campus. Being Parents’
Weekend the campus was crowded with strangers. As Tami led her family to the
science building, she shivered as she saw countless heads follow her every step. The
females of all ages generally stared with slack jaws or disapproval. Even some of the
older men scowled at her, but the rest of the males gave her lustful glances. Glances at
her own brother showed him taking in all the responses. At any time she just knew he
would do something to make the bad situation worse. She forced her voice to sound
almost calm as she talked.

“This is the Nolan Science Hall. Dr. Renraw heads up the biology department. He is a
nationally recognized botanist who does research for the EPA. Over this way is the fine
arts building with its theater. The orchestra and chorus will be performing there this
evening.”

Mrs. Smithers was being quiet, but her husband was acting as if it were normal to follow
his naked daughter in public. As much as John Smithers wanted to take his little girl
across his knee and send her to her room, he forced himself to let her lead her own life.
Seeing Tami naked he could not resist comparing her to Martha. Tami was the spitting
image of Martha on their wedding night. He remembered how Martha had performed a
sexy strip that night before they climbed into bed. Martha had insisted the only ‘proper’
attire for the wedding night for either of them had been skin only. True, it had not been
there first time in the sack together, but somehow that night had been more enjoyable
than any time before that. John felt his face warm as the remembrances of those first
few long and pleasantly exhausting nights of their marriage. He had to admit that
although the newest had worn out over the years, Martha still was capable of getting him
fired up. During the day she acted the proper middle aged mother. When it was just the
two of them alone Martha still did things to delight him. Just the other night at the she
had surprised him when she whispered in his ear that under her long dress she wore no
panties. When they had gotten back to the car she had proved it to him when she pulled
her hem up to her waist.

John forced his mind back to the present. Tami had led them back around the campus to
the dining hall. He watched as Tami put on a good show as though naked was really
natural for her. A smile crossed Tami’s face and a smirk appeared on her face as she
stared into the seating area. John followed Tami’s stare.

Tami was somehow coping. She had hid her embarrassment as she led her family
around campus. Her spirits had lifted when she had spotted Wanda upon entering the
dining hall. The sight of Wanda in that incredibly short skirt was a welcome distraction.
Of course, the knowledge that under that short skirt there were no underwear was still
(mostly) the secret she shared with Wanda.

Wanda was being careful to work her way to a table with her tray of food. She failed to
see Brad sneaking up behind her. Brad was very careful as he hooked a thin nylon line
to the zipper at the back of her skirt. Tami did not see anyone else notice Brad’s actions
and watched as Wanda continued to her table and seated herself. Brad stayed out of
Wanda’s line of sight and took a seat at the table behind her. Brad very carefully and
quickly looped the line around the legs of Wanda’s chair. Having completed his task
Brad returned to his own tray at a table across the hall.

Tami handed out trays and led her family threw the serving line for dinner. Their trays
filled, she led them to a table near Wanda’s and waited for things to happen. With
Wanda’s impending doom Tami was able to somewhat ignore her own situation. She sat
at the table with her thighs almost demurely covered with a napkin across her lap.
Seated with her family around her she felt almost normal. Only Joe’s repeated stares
from across the table at Tami’s bare breasts brought back her mixed feelings of guilt and
humiliation. She felt an all-too-familiar quiver between her legs. Tami bit her lower lip
as she thought.

“I just can’t be turned on right in front of my family, not like this.”

As they ate Tami tried desperately to distract herself as moisture formed between her
legs. Even the thought of Wanda’s situation seemed to intensify her aroused desires.
They finished their meal and Tami was afraid to stand and reveal the moisture on her
chair.

Fortunately, Wanda would provide the necessary distraction.

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Part 20 – Naked Truth

John, Martha and Joe Smithers stood having finished their meal. Tami had been
nibbling and playing with her food in an effort to delay standing. Wanda picked that
moment to stand. Unaware that Brad had fastened her skirt to her chair Wanda slid back
her chair and stood. She felt a tug on the back of her skirt and abruptly turned around to
see who was messing with her. The chair tried to turn with her, but hooked on her right
ankle. A loud ripping sound and the thumping of the chair to the floor attract the
attention of everyone in the hall.

Tami stood quickly and slid her own chair under the table as Wanda skirt was pulled
down to her ankles by the falling chair. All eyes stayed riveted on the half naked Wanda
as Tami quickly ran her napkin across her bottom to wipe off the worst of her feminine
juices. Wanda’s scream kept everyone’s attention on her as she stood and ran from the
hall. Wanda’s top barely reached her waist and offered nothing to cover the lower half
of her body. All eyes watched her bare cheeks as she burst out of the front doors of the
dining hall and streaked away.

Wanda’s distress allowed Tami to get her family away from their table and moving
toward the door. As they walked passed other tables Tami noticed that all comments
were about Wanda performance. Tami took some relief from the situation as they
stepped out into the pre-dusk light.. She felt more comfortable in the diminishing light
as she led her family back across campus.

“Let’s hurry and get good theater seats for tonight’s show.” Tami hurried her family
along and hoped she could get them all into seats just off the center row. After the
performance she hoped she could get them all to go back to their motel room and avoid
the ‘strip down’. Deborah had said the plan was for her and several other girls to strip in
front of the administration at 9:00 PM. The dean and president of the college should be
greeting parents at a reception following the theater performance. If Tami hurried she
could get clear just in time.

--

Tami’s plan was working fine until near the end of the choir’s performance. Deborah
had come down the center aisle just before the last song. She had been insistent that
Tami come with her. Tami told her family to go back to their motel. She would call
them when she could.

Deborah pulled on Tami’s arm as they left the theater. It was all Tami could do to keep
up as Deborah led her across campus toward the administration building. Tami asked
several times what was going on, but Tami remained quiet until they reached the admin
building. Only then did Deborah answer.

“Here’s the plan. We’ve got all the serving girls at the reception to go along with the
strip down. We want you there to inspire us all along.”

Tami thought, “They want me to be their heroine – their champion. Is there no way out
of this? If I tell the truth now, these girls will be mad at me. On top of that I will get
them into as much trouble as I’m trying to avoid. What can I do?”

Tami’s nerves were frayed as she was placed under the table at the head of the
refreshment serving line. The long tablecloth hid her from sight. So far she was still the
only unclothed individual in the reception area. All she could do was sit quietly under
the table.

Within minutes the sounds of many voices filled the area. Tami figured there must be
hundred of people in the area. Suddenly she heard Deborah voice yell “NOW”. There
was a rustling of clothing. Shoes, skirt and other articles of clothing her kicked under the
back of the tablecloth. Tami was tempted to don some of the clothes and try to sneak
away, but the next moment the front of concealing tablecloth was pulled up. Bare arms
grabbed Tami’s arms and pulled her from under the table. Every eye in the place
seemed to be on Tami. As Tami stood naked before the hundreds of parents, several
other naked girls stepped up to stand beside her. Girl after naked girl stepped into the
line until fifty blushing young women stood baring all. Deborah stepped in front of the
line and cleared her throat to speech.
“Faculty and administrators, ladies and gentlemen, we stand naked before you on the
principles of freedom of religion and speech. We won’t stand to have Ms. Smithers
freedoms trampled on by this or any other administration. Until her rights are
guaranteed we pledge to remain naked.”

Tami wanted to shout “NO, NO, NO” but she only whimpered as she saw the dean
standing next to her father. She saw them shake hands and the dean walked up to stand
next to the proud and naked Deborah.

The dean coughed and cleared his throat as all ears listened to his words. “I have just
talked to Ms. Smithers’ father. He had verbally agreed to sign a contract drawn up by
the college attorney. For the length of her education at this institution the college agreed
to comply with Tami’s wishes. She is to remain naked until her graduation in four
years.”

All blood drained from Tami’s face. She was unable to move as the implication of the
dean words struck her. The only thing she could think of was “FOUR YEARS”.

--

Four years later Tami was the first person to present a naked address at its graduation
ceremony. Her secret had survived four nerve-racking aroused years. She had accepted
her fate, but had never gotten over her embarrassments. The topic of her speech –
COMMITMENT TO ONE’S GOALS.

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