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Sam was woken gently as the first rays of sunshine shone in from the window. Their curtains had been left open the day before, intentionally. Sunlight was an amazing alarm clock. Add to that the chirping of the birds on this beautiful late summer day and Sam felt like they could get used to waking up like this. You see, Sam came from a moderately well-off family that lived on the outskirts of Paris. Although the city had its own fair share of nature, it wasn’t nearly this green around there. The only birds you’d hear outside were pigeons, if you were lucky.Though they lived in Paris, Sam had gotten offered a scholarship by an American University in the Western United States. While they had hesitated at the prospect of living so far from home, the scholarship seemed to be incredibly lucrative. Sam didn’t quite get why they had offered it to them. They weren’t exactly super smart, nor super popular. When they had asked the spokesperson who had mailed them, the woman on the other side of the phone seemed rather evasive, dancing around the answer with various excuses. Whether this was intentional or caused by standard marketing practices of smoke and mirrors to get you to agree, Sam wasn’t sure.But in the end they accepted and by the end of the summer they flew over there, taking a flight from Paris to New York and then from New York further west, only having to drive another 30 minutes from the airport before arriving at their dorm. The university had offered Sam a spot in their only unisex dorm, which had only opened a few years ago. There were communal bathrooms with separate showers, a communal space with various ways to pass the time such a foosball, darts, some shady arcade machine and a table for board games. When Sam arrived at the airport, the university had sent a car to pick them up. Quite the service, they thought to themselves. Upon arriving, the woman they had spoken to on the phone led them around the mostly empty dorm, eventually arriving at Sam ‘s room. For now they would be the only one, but by the start of semester they would get a roomie assigned.After the tour, Sam thanked her, and without even properly unpacking fell asleep. They spent the next few days, having about a week before classes were to start, unpacking their luggage and catching up on jet lag. By the Friday before classes they were finally used to the new timezone. It was now Saturday morning and there were lots of things to do. Sam had heard their roomie would arrive in the evening, they also wanted to explore campus a bit so they wouldn’t get lost on their first day and finally an older student would apparently drop by to fill them in some of the extra details about their scholarship. Sam was a bit curious about this, as these details hadn’t really been brought up before, but they reasoned it must not be that impactful then. First they changed out of their PJ’s, which consisted of a tank top and some loose fitting cotton pants.After mulling it over, Sam began to get dressed. Just as they grabbed the bottom of their tank top, ready to lift it off over their chest, they realized their curtains were still slightly open. Quickly closing them, they felt themselves blush, imagining who could’ve seen them if they hadn’t. The campus outside had gotten pretty busy as everyone was finally arriving. With that taken care of, they lifted their tank top off, unveiling a fairly standard chest, C-cup. Many would consider this an asset but Sam wasn’t always too happy with them. Sometimes they did, when they felt more comfortable with their femininity, however on days like this one where they would rather just cease having a gender entirely they got in the way. This is why they had packed a couple of binders. Picking out a black one to go with their outfit, they gently put it on and added a big black button-up shirt that was a few sizes too big; they were unnoticeable to anyone looking at them. To go with their shirt, they put on some black cuffed jeans, not before slipping on some black boxers. Moving into the bathroom they took a look at their hair. Sam had long blonde locks, cut fairly short on one side whilst much longer on the other. They’d just washed it yesterday and with waking so late they hadn’t time to shower before the person from the university would be here to go over those “extra details” with them.Briefly running a brush through their hair, they heard a knock on the door and went to open it. As expected it was someone from the university, holding a pamphlet and wearing a blue polo with the university’s logo on it. Still a bit groggy from having recently woken, Sam took a moment to take a deep breath and then opened the door, greeting their guest with their accented english: “Good morning, are you from the université?” The student was a cheery girl, dirty blonde hair curling down to her shoulders. Below her university-issued polo she wore a pair of white shorts. Her overly cheery expression made her whole cheeriness come over fake, but Sam wasn’t about to say that. They were the last person to judge someone on their looks, even though she looked like one of the spoiled brats that used to bully them.“That’s right. My name’s Melissa, but everyone calls me Meli.”“I’m…I’m Sam “Much like Sam ‘s, Meli’s voice carried an accent, some southern accent as far as they could tell, since they didn’t exactly know enough about American accents to make an educated guess. However, these thoughts about the accent were quickly discarded as Sam noted a confused expression on Melissa’s face. Looking down to make sure they didn’t somehow forget to put on pants they tried to snap the girl out of her confused look.“Were you expecting someone else…?”Shaking her head, Meli let out a nervous laugh and then shook her head.“Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting to see you like this, but that’s alright. I suggest you first read this.”Melissa reached her tanned arm out and handed Sam a pamphlet. Reading the title on the front, they almost fell backwards.WELCOME TO THE HUMAN SEXUALITY SCHOLARSHIP PROGRAM!At first they looked up at Melissa, to see if she was smiling, but not, she seemed to just be waiting for them to read it. Looking down at the pamphlet, as strange as it was, it seemed to be legitimate, carrying the University’s official logo on good quality material. However what cast some doubt was the fact that front and center on the front of the pamphlet were a naked man and woman, uncovered and smiling. Confused, beet-red and perhaps slightly turned on, Sam looked at Melissa.“Qu’est- I mean, what is this?”Melissa’s look of confusion turned to one of worry and then one of awkward realization. Sam wasn’t sure what it was, but it was clear Melissa had hoped they knew. Looking around the empty hallway for a moment Melissa said:“C-can I come in? I-I’ll try to explain.”Sam nodded quietly and let Melissa in. The “Scholarship Advisor '', as it read on the name tag hooked into her blouse, strode in and sat down on the as of yet unclaimed bed. Looking around the room, seemingly out of curiosity, they waited for Sam to sit and then took a deep breath.“So it seems there may have been a miscommunication when you accepted the scholarship. In exchange for a reduced enrollment fee, you are to take part in a nation-wide program. If you don’t want to go ahead with it, you could talk with the dean, but you’d have to pay full price for enrollment, plus additional fees for the dorm.”
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As much as they wanted to take that path, part of them knew they couldn’t afford it. While Sam came from a family that wasn’t poor, they weren’t rich either, and full tuition for an American University would cost way more than they’d feel okay letting their parents pay. They’d do it in a heartbeat, sure, but Sam would feel terrible because they couldn’t go through with this. The program couldn’t be that bad, they supposed. Looking down at the pamphlet they were clenching in their fists, they turned the first page and opened it.
SECTION A: NUDITY
1 - NUDITY ON CAMPUS
The goal of the Human Sexuality Scholarship Program is the encourage a free and open sexuality experience throughout the college campus! Thus, the core pillar of the program has always been a requirement of full nudity during all time spent on campus!
This includes ALL activities on-campus: hanging out in dorms, walking to and attending classes, clubs, sports, getting food, using campus facilities, and so on.
No matter where on campus the participant may be, their naked form must remain largely uncovered!
[\*details on the use of the term "full nudity" and its exceptions down below]
Depicted below this were several people, very much fully naked. One man and one woman, entirely exposed, the former carried a backpack on his back whilst the latter was sat on some sort of desk, legs crossed.
Sam’s blush grew even redder. This felt like looking at porn, with someone sitting right there. The one saving grace was that Melissa seemed preoccupied with her phone, tapping away at the screen so she couldn’t see how red they were becoming. Just this first section took them a moment to fully grasp.. Taking a few deep breaths, painfully aware of how their chest heaved as they did so, Sam read through this first part again, desperately trying to ignore the images underneath.
It seemed this scholarship program would have them go fully nude, everywhere all the time. Just the thought at that moment seemed horrifying. Everyone would be able to see their body in its full glory. Judging by the pictures Sam assumed a binder wasn’t going to be included in the exceptions. They closed their eyes for just a moment to imagine it and instantly stopped out of pure surprise at the slightly wet feeling growing between their legs. Must be from seeing those naked people in the brochure, they figured. Looking down at the pamphlet they were about to continue reading when Melissa stood up. Taking just a moment to look up from her phone she said:
“I’ve got a few other things to take care of, but I’ll have someone else swing by to collect your things.”
Before Sam could ask what she meant, Melissa left. Just as she did, their eyes briefly lingered on her ass, her shorts dug into her cheeks, making them look almost as if they’re ready to burst out. Shaking their head, Sam looked back at the pamphlet. Now is as good a time as any to read through the whole thing so they wouldn’t be completely blindsided once this other person came by to collect whatever it was that needed to be collected. Casting their eyes downward, they read the next paragraph.
2 - NUDITY OFF CAMPUS
Due to the relaxation of public nudity laws, we are glad to announce that the program will now extend OFF-CAMPUS as well! As such, participants will be required to follow the HSSP nudity code even when venturing off-campus!
Wherever you may be, you will remain a visible participant of the Human Sexuality Scholarship Program!
Fuck, this was even worse than they had expected. At first they thought maybe this was just a closed campus and was meant for some sort of university study, but nope it was so much worse than that.
Sam would have to be naked even off-campus. Hopefully not when they’d go back home to visit family, but surely not, it’s not like France had this kind of thing. It was at least a relief they could leave campus without immediately getting arrested and convicted, but part of them wondered how they’d be able to distinguish them from actual streakers, though there wasn’t much of a difference perhaps.
3 - FINER DETAILS OF THE NUDITY CODE
While the term "full nudity" is used for brevity, there are actually some articles of clothing that are allowed, detailed below
A. THE CORE RULE
The core rule of the program's nudity code is as follows: ALL SEXUAL ORGANS MUST REMAIN UNCOVERED.
At no point should the participant make a deliberate attempt to cover the genitals, or secondary sexual organs such as the breasts or hindquarters.
Minor accessories and garments such as hats, jewellery, and of course socks and shoes, remain allowed while in the program, however, they must leave the sexual organs exposed.
For example:
Wearing socks is legal. However, wearing a sock over one's genitals is not.
Wearing a standard face mask is legal. However, wearing them over the breasts and genitals ala a bikini is not.
Towels are of course permitted for use in drying off. However, draping one over one’s sexual organs is not.
Below were a few pictures of what was and wasn’t allowed. There went one of
Sam’s first ideas to get out from under this, to just have ‘accidental’ things cover them as much as possible. While they weren’t sure what the consequences were of not following these guidelines, part of them didn’t want to find out as it likely would involve getting kicked out of the program. Maybe there would be loopholes yet. For now it seemed best to continue reading.
What followed were the various exceptions to these rules, but it was reiterated again and again that all sexual organs must remain uncovered save for perhaps the ass in special circumstances. Face masks were only allowed to be used in case of medical necessity, as the program wasn’t meant to be anonymous. However one of the exceptions did catch their eye: bodypaint. Obviously it wasn’t allowed to the extent of making it impossible to distinguish one was naked, but it was allowed to some degree if it was for a class. Though Sam wasn’t here to study the arts, it might be an idea to sign up for an art club and get at least something to cover themselves with.
Turning to the next page, Sam’s heart sank again when they read what this section was about: social conduct. The first part was just reiterating what was stated previously, that one was to live their life as normal, or however normal you could make it, just without clothing. What had instead caught their attention was the next subsection: sexual conduct. Feeling their hand tremble slightly, knuckles whitening as they gripped the brochure even tighter, they read the next subsection.
MASTURBATION
What was once a solo-activity will now be made a lot more public!
While in the HSSP, it is against the rules to reach sexual satisfaction in total isolation. As such, masturbation must be done in the presence of at least one other person, or in a widely public area where another person may enter at any moment.
Sam had to read it again just to be sure they were getting it right. But they were. If they wanted to masturbate they’d have to either do it in a place where they could easily get caught, which they assumed their dorm wasn’t, or in the presence of another person. The thought of having to have someone present both terrified them and, against their will, aroused them. Sam is rather shy, and the only people to ever have seen them naked were one or two friends and their family, but even those times they felt exposed and embarrassed. But now not just would people see them naked at all times, but some would see them masturbate.
You might think someone this shy didn’t do that very often, but quite the opposite. For Sam masturbation was a regular activity, though always when they were sure they’d be home alone, since the thought of getting walked in on by one of their brothers or their sister terrified them and the thought of their parents doing so downright mortified them even more. Having read that, Sam needed to take a moment to catch their breath. They’d gotten beyond flustered. Their body felt hot and heavy with arousal and their boxers stuck uncomfortably to their body from them being soaked. Just as they were about to take a moment to calm themselves, clear their head, a knock came to the door, again.
Not wanting to just immediately open up, they instead spoke, which turned out to be a much worse decision. Sam’s voice came out high-pitched and loud, making it clear to anyone that knew them they’d be incredibly flustered.
“Who is there?”
“It’s L-Lenny, Melissa sent me?”
The voice sounded just as unsure and flustered as their own. Sam briefly debated keeping the door closed and pretending he got the wrong room, but a quick message to Melissa would quickly call their bluff. So instead, with a heavy heart they opened the door. Standing there was someone with an outfit similar to Melissa’s: a bright blue polo and white shorts. Lenny had dark ginger hair kept in a neat hairdo swept to the side. He was slightly shorter than Sam, his eyes about level with their nose. Lenny’s build was slender and he would’ve looked rather frail if not for his rather impressive muscles on his bare legs and arms. Holding in his hands were several rolled up trash bags. With a sinking feeling of dread, Sam pointed at the bags and asked:
“W-what are those for?”
They already knew the answer of course, but part of them hoped that if they asked the answer might be different. A few seconds of quiet hung between them. Lenny hesitated, clearly just embarrassed to answer as they had been to ask. Sam’s heart was beating like a jackhammer inside their chest, and their binder felt as if it was choking them. When he finally answered, Sam had been so caught up in their thoughts they didn’t hear him properly and had to ask him to repeat, which he did, this time with a newfound confidence.
“It’s for storing your clothes in. W-We’ll be keeping them in a secure storage room for your entire tenure. T-The bags are just for transporting them. D-don’t worry, they’ll be ironed and washed and kept in a clean space.”
Lenny said with a shaky smile, as if that was to somehow put them at ease. Sam just stood there for a moment, and realised they had been staring like a deer in headlights when Lenny began to look concerned. With a broken resolve, Sam quietly gestured for him to come inside. Before they did this they first wanted to know a few things, so they began to ask Lenny some questions, since it didn’t seem like he would have it in him to sugarcoat or lie. All Sam had to do was feign some confidence. So with a newfound well of fake confidence they sat down on their bed as Lenny stood there waiting. Slapping their hand gently on the spot on their bed next to them, they tried to make Lenny sit down.
“Mind if I ask you some questions first, chérie?”
It was at times like this that they were happy they spoke French, since they were well aware of how the language was seen by people here. Lenny nodded quietly, his face growing beet red, as he sat down next to them, keeping some distance that Sam had no desire to close. For a moment they wondered what to ask first.
“Am I the only one enrolled in this program?”
“N-no, “ he replied, “there is a minimum of one man and one woman. B-but since you are n-neither the university has had t-two other people enrol, but I don’t know who.”
That was at least a relief, they weren’t gonna be the only one naked, as small of a comfort as that might be. Maybe they could befriend these other students, and share tips and tricks for getting through it. Either way, Sam had more questions to get through before they were ready to go on.
“What are the consequences if I’m found to not follow the guidelines?”
Taking a moment to look at them with a slight confusion as to why they would ask this, Lenny answered: “W-well, it varies from university to university, but ours has several sanctions f-f-from extra mandatory c-courses t-to making you pay the full tuition.”
“And getting kicked out of the program?”
“I-I don’t think so…But you could always voluntarily q-quit. Do you want to?” Lenny asked them, sounding slightly concerned. Shit, if they revealed they didn’t feel comfortable now, Lenny would no doubt make sure the university pulled them out for their own comfort and force them to pay the full sum. So instead they shook your head.
“No, just curious. Next I-”
Much to their surprise, Lenny cut them off, with a surprising bit of confidence once again. Clearly he had more in him than he himself knew, he just didn’t know how to tap into that fount of courage himself.
“I-I’d be glad to answer more of your questions but I
need
to collect your clothes and bring them in soon, they’re expecting me back.”
“Oh uhm, yeah…”
Sam trembled slightly as they stood up. No more running from it, they supposed. Walking over to their closet, they opened it up. It had taken them an entire day just to neatly put them all away but now Lenny was about to take all of them with him. Their favorite sweaters, hoodies, jeans, but also their bras, boxers, what few panties they had brought. Gripping the closet door tightly, they stepped aside and Lenny began diligently putting everything into the bag, blushing as he took their underwear. Before long it was all gone and Lenny looked at them.
“I’ll need those too…”
Looking at him, Sam saw him pointing at them and then realised what he meant. Their clothes, the ones they were still wearing. Lenny averted his eyes downward and judging by how white his knuckles had turned holding the bags, he was clearly quite nervous. However, by the way he strategically held the bags up just enough to cover his shorts, Sam figured he also might be nervous for another reason too. Sam looked around nervously. Part of them wanted to ask if they could go into the bathroom to get changed, but they’d have to get naked in front of people sooner rather than later. And Lenny wasn’t the worst for a first time, as he probably didn’t dare to look at them regardless.
“R-right, uhm.”
Not sure where to begin, they started by taking off their socks and tossing them. Sam felt the softwood cold against their feet as they bunched up their socks and tossed them into the bag. Next, Sam fiddled with the buttons of their shirt for a moment and began undoing them, one-by-one. Eventually they were all loose. Tugging it loose from the hem of their pants they handed their shirt to Lenny, leaving them in their binder and pants. Casting their eyes upward they mumbled to themselves: ‘Fuck, this is so awkward,’ in French. Luckily they did so in their native tongue as Lenny seemed to have heard, briefly looking up at them in confusion before looking away again.
Taking a deep breath they began fiddling with their belt and pants buttons and soon their jeans also came off, quietly dropping them into the bag Lenny was holding open for them. Now they were left in their boxers, which were luckily black so it wasn’t that obvious they were soaked, and their binder. Sam had to take another few breaths. And it seemed Lenny was getting all the more excited as his face was now so red they were briefly concerned he was choking on something, but when they noticed his furtive glances, it was all clear. Now comes the hardest part.
First the binder. After a bit of awkward wriggling, Sam got it mostly off and in one quick moment slipped it off entirely and tossed it into the bag. Their tits now hung out, nipples slightly pointed as they couldn’t help but feel them harden at the soft breeze coming through their dorm room. Though they didn’t know where the draft was coming from, it must’ve been nothing. Sam had bigger things to worry about.
Their thumbs hooked gently into the waistband of their boxers. They gave another glance at Lenny, who was now just fully staring at their chest, though the moment they locked eyes he looked away again. Counting to three internally they bent forward and slid the boxers down. This meant that as soon as they stood up their slit would be on display. Taking a moment to look down between their legs, they realised they hadn’t fully shaved in a while, meaning a smile patch of hair was left just above their sex. Before they could lift their legs to step out of their boxers, Sam heard a noise that brought them completely to a standstill. From behind them came a wolf whistle followed by a deep male voice saying:
“Damn, I could’ve sworn the full moon wasn’t until next week.”
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Sam was struggling to grasp what had just happened. How could they have been seen unless…Lenny didn’t close the door when he came in. Someone else must’ve been passing through the hallway and noticed the two of them. For how long had he been watching? Probably not that long or Lenny would’ve noticed. Still, this was mortifying. Only their first day and not only did they have to strip naked in front of a stranger, they just mooned someone in their dorm. Though it took them a moment, Sam finally managed to turn their head to look at this person. It was admittedly rather difficult without fully turning and flashing their front too, but they managed.
The man behind them was pretty muscular, clearly working out regularly. Standing at about the same height at them, Sam first noticed the fact that he lacked a shirt. He was wearing cargo shorts and sandals, but little else. This immediately intensified their blush as they took in the rest of his features. A sharp jawline, short-ish brown hair that fell down to frame his face neatly and finally very defined abs. If there was one thing Sam loved about men, physically, it was defined abs. The thought of rubbing their face against those tensed muscles…
For a moment they got lost in thoughts, were staring even, and realised too late how much this turned them on. By the time they snapped back to reality, Sam was absolutely soaked, blessing the position of the bag Lenny was holding, so he couldn’t see this, nor could this mysterious stranger from standing behind them. However he was still smiling wide since they’d been staring for a little too long. Realising they had to say something, Sam opened their mouth to speak.
“It’s-”
“Not what it looks like, I know. You’re one of them scholarship people right? A friend of a friend of mine is also enrolled in it.”
The grin on his face was growing wider with every change in Sam’s expression. From fear to embarrassment to ogling and now surprise. Before Sam could reply to him at all, the shirtless man pushed off of the door frame which he was now leaning on and made ready to leave. Before he could, Sam finally found their voice and briefly introduced themselves, using their hand to wipe some of their hair out of their face.
“I’m Sam Monet. Merci- I mean, thank you for not being weird about it.”
He let out a soft chuckle.
“Paul. And no problem, not the first naked ass I’ve seen in these dorms. I’m this floor’s RA. If you have any logistical questions, just uh…”
Paul let his eyes slide over Sam’s ass for a moment with a devilish grin on his face.
“...Come on by. See ya later. Have fun on your first day.”
With that he left, and Sam let out a sigh of relief and turned back forwards, suddenly remembering what they were doing before being interrupted. Before them, Lenny was beet red at this point, and even slightly trembling. Sam felt almost concerned if he was okay, but rather than speak to him and risk him fainting, they just quietly leaned down, after checking and seeing that Paul had closed the door when he left, picked up what clothes had remained on the floor and tossed them in the bag.
Sam looked down to see if they had missed anything, but nope, that was it. They were now fully nude and would remain like that for the remainder of the year. It was really beginning to sink in now. Awkwardly shifting their arms around, they weren’t sure what position to take as they couldn’t cover up, eventually settling on letting one arm hang down and grabbing on to it with the other, giving a rather nervous image. Perhaps not quite as nervous as Lenny, who was beet red and struggled to close up the bag with all of their clothes.
After a painfully long time, Lenny tied the bag shut and excused himself. As he passed by {nfist}, they couldn’t help but notice that Lenny’s shorts were sporting a tent in the front. They didn’t exactly blame him. At least he wasn’t being weird about it. As the door shut, they were now all alone, naked. This was going to be their life for the foreseeable future. Sam no longer really felt inclined to go outside today, so instead opted to browse their phone. Instinctively they patted their thighs, searching for the pocket it was in. Feeling their bare skin, they first remembered that they didn’t have any more pockets. However, then their heart sank as they now realized their phone had been in their pants when Melissa had dropped by and hadn’t taken it out since, meaning…it was going with Lenny to the clothing storage.
Shit.
They needed their phone. Not only was it their only way to contact their family, but it had their schedule, their email, their everything. Sam didn’t bring a laptop, as the college would provide one if needed, which they did, but those wouldn’t be given out until the first day. It seemed the hand of fate would be forcing them to make that first step after all. The plan was simple: find Paul’s room and ask him to contact Lenny or Melissa and have one of them bring their phone back. Easy as pie. Slowly turning back to the door, they grabbed the handle and pushed it down. First Sam peaked their head out. Coast was clear for now. There was nobody out in the hallway. With that, they stepped out into the hall and closed their door. Sam couldn’t believe they were doing this, standing naked in the hall of their dorm, fighting every fibre of their being telling them to cover up.
Paul hadn’t said which room was his, but most rooms were still unoccupied as far as they could tell, meaning that knocking on every door wasn’t such a bad idea. First the door across the hall. No response. Then the one to the left. No response again. Sam began knocking on every door, most of them getting no response. The first time someone reacted, was a woman calling out: “Who’s there?” Clearly that wasn’t the right dorm, because even though the dorm was mixed, the rooms themselves weren’t, for obvious reasons, and since the voice seemed female, they figured it wasn’t his room. It could’ve been, but for now they wanted to play it safe, so simply said: “S-Sorry, wrong room.”
Next they made their way down a few more doors until finally they got another reply. By now they were halfway, so their odds of finding Paul would be pretty good. This time it was a male voice. “Coming!” Though they’d only spoken very briefly, Sam was fairly confident that it was in fact Paul. Bracing themselves for what was about to happen, they tried not to think about their naked state too much. With a soft creak the door opened and revealed Paul’s chiselled figure once more, though now wearing an open Hawaiian tee over his shoulders. As he saw Sam standing there, he couldn’t help but grin a little, but only gave a brief glance to their slit and tits before looking them in the eyes. Sam had trouble maintaining eye contact as he greeted them.
“What can I do for you, Moonshine?”
Sam turned an even brighter shade of red as he said the new nickname he had for them. Moonshine, cause they had mooned him earlier. Great. Hopefully it wouldn’t catch on. Normally they’d stand their ground and correct him, but with their confidence already in the gutter as it was, they simply chose to ignore it.
“H-hi, I was wondering if you…uhm…how you say…”
They were struggling to work out words at this point, with their growing arousal scrambling their brain as well as feeling shy and nervous. Paul didn’t seem to mind waiting, as it gave him more time to take in the view. As he leaned on the door frame, Sam noticed how one of his hands seemed to hang rather restlessly at his side. Then their eyes flashed to his chest, getting lost in those rippling muscles. If this kept up they’d never get their words out. Sam closed their eyes and took a deep breath. No longer able to see Paul leering at them, they managed to form the coherent sentence they’d been meaning to:
“Could you contact Melissa and ask her if she could return my phone, because I accidentally left it in one of my pockets.”
There, the words had gotten out. Opening their eyes, they looked at Paul again, who still had that dumb grin on his face. His hand wasn’t restless anymore, and it wasn’t hanging at his side, it was…down his pants. Paul was casually touching himself. Sam couldn’t even process what was happening and completely failed to register his reply, too transfixed with the sight of his hand moving underneath his cargo shorts, and his member being outlined against it. What finally snapped them out of it was his hand being pulled out and reaching out to them. At first they thought to cop a feel, but instead he reached for their chin and made them look up.
“Eyes up here Moonshine. Now as I was saying, I don’t have her number, you’ll have to go down to the Scholarship Counselling Office. It’s not too far from here, just across the street, into the main building, directly on your left. Mind if I…?”
Paul gestured down with his hand, not at himself however. Sam didn’t quite understand but just shrugged as they took in the news. Now they’d have to go outside too, making their heart sink further. If this kept up, they’d spiral, Sam realized. Positive thoughts, think positive thoughts. On the bright side, it wouldn’t be too busy out and it’d be good practice for the first day of classes where they’d have to go outside anyway. Just as they were calming themselves down, a strange but familiar sensation came over them. One of Sam’s tits felt covered, sheltered from the air. Did they put on a bra somehow…? Looking down, they realised what was happening. Paul was fondling their left tit, gently caressing it as he held it in his hand.
Sam was speechless as he felt them up. He was probably the first guy to ever touch them like this, and it felt…amazing. They didn’t care that Paul’s other hand was back in his pants, but simply closed their eyes at this amazing feeling. Their thighs began to suffer the same fate as their cunt, slowly being drenched in their juices. Leaning their head back as they enjoyed the moment, an involuntary moan escaped their lips and shattered the beautiful moment in an instant. While they wanted to earth to swallow them then and there, their cheeks a violent red in shame and embarrassment, Paul just smiled. However he seemed to notice that they weren’t quite used to this yet and pulled his hand away, not before giving their nipple just a slight pinch. With a playful wink they closed the door, leaving Sam to stand in the hallway, painfully turned on with laboured breath. On the ground below them, a few drops of nectar had fallen, staining the carpet ever so slightly.
After a few moments their head was clearing a bit and they became aware of their situation. If anyone were to walk up, they’d no doubt think them a pervert masturbating out in the hall. Rather than have to explain that, they decided to get a move on. The dorms had stairs and an elevator. Sam chose the stairs. Much better than potentially being stuck with someone so close to them for so long. Bounding down the first set, they immediately came to a halt after a few steps. For the first time since stripping, they felt their breasts bounce. In the hall they’d been careful, taking small steps, but now they wanted to get things over with as soon as possible, and this feeling was rather unwelcome. It made them painfully aware of how Paul must’ve seen them, and the fear of going outside and being seen by even more people grew even greater. All the more reason to get this over with.
Continuing their light and careful sprint down the staircase, encountering nobody along the way, Sam came to the ground floor lobby. Right in front of them was the door to the outside. Once through, there was no going back, they’ll have bared it all to the sky above. Sam nervously strode toward the large plastic handlebar. The windows were tinted, so they could see people out there, but all they would see was a reflection or maybe a small outline of Sam’s body. Gripping the handle until their hands turned white, they took a deep breath and opened it up. Immediately the breeze on their naked body sent a shiver down their spine. Stepping forward just slightly, the door closed behind them. What few people were around immediately turned to look at them.
On their left was a group of athletic guys, some of which had a dumb grin, others flustered. At least none of them had pulled their phones out just yet. Sam tried their best to ignore them and turned the other way ever so slightly, beginning to walk. It was at this point they regretted going out barefoot, as they still had their footwear but just forgot to put it on. The concrete slabs were like magma under their feet as they made their way across campus. They only passed the odd person here and there, trying to ignore each and every one of them.
By the time they’d arrived at the main building of the campus, they had finally calmed down a bit. Though their thighs were still thoroughly covered in their own fluids, Sam felt they could finally think clearly again, and their body was no longer fiery hot. The main building’s entrance consisted of two large glass doors. Grabbing one of the large metal door handles, they pushed it open and walked inside, immediately being hit by the cool air. This sudden breeze caused their nipples to stiffen up again as goosebumps crept across their entire body. Sam didn’t even know you could get goosebumps in some of their newly exposed places. As Paul had said, immediately to their left in this empty hallway was a door with a sign that read: “Scholarship Counselling Office”.
Storming toward the door, Sam opened it very quickly, something they’d immediately regret. As the door swung open, they were briefly met with the sight of someone else. Before either of them could react, Sam bumped into him and fell to the ground with him. Their breasts pressed into his chest. However, that wasn’t the first thing they noticed. That would have been the erection firmly stuck between their thighs.
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After the initial shock of feeling an erection directly to their skin, Sam could properly take in more of their senses. In front of their face was a young face, a rather feminine one. If it hadn’t been for the perfectly flat chest pressed up against their own and the hard-on throbbing against their legs, they might’ve thought the face of a woman. Perhaps this naked stranger identified as such? Sam realised they were staring as the person underneath them chuckled nervously and said: “Nice to meet you, I’m Jeffrey, but people call me Jay.”
His soft voice and demeanour put them at ease a bit as they smiled half-heartedly. “Sam.” Letting the awkwardness linger for a moment they stood up and immediately tried to apologize. “I am so sorry, I-” Before they could finish, Jay stood up and stretched and shook his head. “No need to apologize. I did plenty of the same stunts during my first few days of the program, much more stupid stuff even.” Sam hadn’t even thought about why he was naked, but hearing he was also part of the same program made a lot of sense. They wondered if he was the friend of a friend of Paul, the mere thought of whom sent a shiver of excitement down to their groin.
While Sam wanted to ask more questions, tons even, such as how long he’d been part of the program and how to deal with it, Jay excused himself having places to go. As he ran out into the hallway, his brown curls bouncing with each step, he was greeted with a kind smile by several people. It was as Sam watched him bound away that they noticed something else different about him. Around his arm was a small blue band. Any further thoughts of theirs were interrupted by the kind of cough meant to draw attention. They suddenly remembered why they had come here and looked into the room.
It wasn’t large by any means, a small waiting room-sized area. A few chairs were set to the side and opposite them was a desk. Behind the desk was a white door and next to it a larger poster version of the folder Sam had received from Melissa this morning. Also behind the desk was someone dressed in the same uniform, a girl with dark skin and long raven-black hair. She was looking at Sam expectantly, but didn’t seem to be ogling them as many people had been before. Still, the feeling of a cock against their bare skin had reignited the fizzled pleasure from Paul’s touch earlier, so as Sam stepped up to the desk, they felt uncomfortable moisture between their thighs as their body heated up again. The girl in the blue polo shirt greeted them.
“How can I help you, Sam?”
It figured people who worked here would know their name. They read the name tag attached to her polo. It read: Lisa Monroe. Sam briefly winced, as Lisa had been their dead name. Trying to brush aside that bit of confrontational news, they laughed nervously and began to explain.
“I’m here to collect my phone. I-I left it in my pants.”
“Ah, yeah, I remember Lenny bringing in a phone for someone.”
She reached under the desk she was standing behind and put it on the wooden top. Sam eagerly took it and briefly tried to put it in their pocket but after yet again being reminded of their lack of pants, simply held it next to their body. They wanted to leave immediately afterwards, but Lisa decided to begin a conversation.
“So, how’s your first day going? I see you’ve already gotten to know Jay very well.”
Lisa smirked and Sam blushed, trying to push away the feeling between their legs.
“It’s…a lot, for sure. I really didn’t expect to have it make me feel this…”
“-Horny?” Lisa added, with a smirk on her face. Sam stammered, not sure how to reply as Lisa cut them off. “It’s not exactly a secret. You’re practically gushing and your nipples are like two ball bearings. It’s okay, Jay was pretty embarrassed about his boner at first too, but I helped him get over it.” The look on Lisa’s face as she said ‘get over it’, said enough about her methods that Sam didn’t feel the need to ask any further questions in that regard. But there were others they wanted to ask.
“How long has he been enrolled?”
“Hmm, let me think. Like three days now? He basically joined before starting this year, and decided to get a head start to get used to it. Don’t let his confidence fool you though, he still finds it strange, anyone would.”
Sam was still impressed at Jay’s confidence after only three days. It would probably take them quite a bit longer to get used to it, if they ever did. Once again their thoughts went back to that moment in front of Paul’s door, where all their worries slipped away as he had his way with their chest. Looking at Lisa, they wanted to keep asking questions, but didn’t feel comfortable staying out in the open much longer. As they moved to leave, Lisa made the wait a moment longer and reached under her desk once more, pulling out a small purple band.
“Here. It’s a system we’ve designed for indicating people in the scholarship program, to differentiate them from streakers and perverts. The color indicates pronouns, a handy two in one, since our team figured that it’d be useful for people like you, should they ever decide to enroll.”
Sam took the band and put it on. Strangely it did make them feel a little better as they looked at the small ‘they/them’ engraved on it. It also fit perfectly and seemed completely seamless. An amazing design all around.
“We’ve also got another band under here to indicate sexual preference, but only if you lean one way or the other. The default is ‘anything goes’ around here, so if you want one, just let me know.”
They shook their head. At least in that department, there wasn’t going to be much confusion. Sam felt very much attracted to everyone, regardless of gender or what was between their legs. However, Jay didn’t seem to have been wearing a second band, from what they could recall of him other than his naked body, which meant…Another shiver went down their body as the thought of Jay being railed by a man went through their head. Trying to keep any further sexual thoughts of their head, they once more moved to leave at which point Lisa said:
“If you like, you could quickly rub one out here. I’m not really into pussy, but it’s a lot better than out in the open. I could even let you do it in the backroom there.”
Sam was shocked at the casual offer to let them masturbate with her. But at the same time, their entire body was practically begging for it. They mulled it over for a good few seconds, holding on to the door frame of the exit before finally caving. Sam nodded and quietly asked to do it in the back room. Lisa grinned and unlocked the door for them. The back room wasn’t much bigger than out there. It consisted of a small table with plastic chairs around it. On one wall was a cork board with three names, along with pictures. First there was their own name, with their own headshot underneath along with a note that read: ‘to be replaced with full body nude’. Next was Jay, whose full name seemed to be Jeffrey Gardner, along with a full body shot of Jay smiling with a hand holding firmly to his cock.
The last name was Kira Albright, but there was no picture. Forgetting for a moment that they’d come back here to masturbate, they gestured at the last name on the corkboard. Lisa quickly filled them in:
“We took her picture this morning, Lenny’s gone to print it.”
Lisa sat down on one of the chairs and took out her phone, while Sam placed theirs on the table and sat down as well, not sure where to start. Apparently Lisa noticed her sitting there, uncertain, as she put her phone down. Without saying anything she undid her shorts and dropped them to the floor along with her panties. Spreading her legs apart, Sam could easily see her snatch, which in the light also seemed to twinkle slightly.
“Just this once I’ll rub one out with you, since seeing you on top of Jay was kinda hot, but don’t think I’ll do this each time you need to get off. And no touching the merchandise. Jay may not stick to one partner, but I’ve no inclination to do the same.”
Aside from confirming her relationship with Jay, Lisa also seemed to make it pretty clear that she was definitely stepping out of her comfort zone for them. She stood up again and walked over to sit next to Sam. Lisa seemed to be doing something on her phone and then set it up to stand on its side near the two of them. For some reason, Sam felt a bit disappointed she was keeping her shirt on, but didn’t want to push things any further. Looking at the phone, she saw it showing Lisa setting up a camera of some kind. As she stepped back, Jay came into view, dressed in a skirt and crop-top.
Sam slowly reached a hand to their crotch and moaned at the sensation of finally touching it. They had indeed been absolutely soaked, so as their reached a finger inside, it made a dirty wet sound. Lisa was watching the screen intently, where she had thrown Jay onto the bed and was straddling her naked lower half onto his face. In the video she was still wearing a bra, and her most intimate orifices were hidden as she was with her side to the camera, but other than that everything was in full view, including Jay’s erection which had thrown the skirt up.
“Technically the skirt was a violation of his scholarship, but if you won’t tell, I won’t either.”
Lisa’s voice was ragged from the lust coursing through her as she began to play with herself more extensively, switching from rubbing the outside of her pussy to reaching two fingers in as her hips gently grinded against her hand. Sam matched her movements, along with a hand on their left tit, the same one Paul had fondled. As they began to get into things, they looked more closely at the video and saw, to their shock, that the location it had been filmed was right outside, on the wooden desk, as the poster was visible just on the side of the screen, right next to Lisa’s round ass.
Both the Lisa next to her as the one in the video were beginning to moan rather obscenely, and Sam let out a few sounds of their own. In the video, Lisa had leaned forward and was sucking Jay’s cock now. Through Lisa’s thighs, he was moaning out in a rather high pitch.
It seemed there was a cut in the video as suddenly Lisa was straddling a naked Jay’s hips. His clothes had been discarded and put as a pillow under his head, to give him a better angle to watch as Lisa slipped his length inside her. Watching her hips slowly descend to meet Jay’s seemed to be the final drop for Sam, as they felt an orgasm wash over their body. Even though they were in the middle of a climax, Lisa kept going with her own fingering session until the very end of the video, giving Sam a while to recover from how good that orgasm felt, far better than they’ve ever had before.
The video ended with Lisa pulling Jay out and letting him shoot his load over her cleavage. Then Sam heard the door of the Guidance Office open. At first they thought someone was entering the backroom, but it was in the video. Melissa walked into frame and then looked behind her to the phone. She leaned in and shut off the recording. That last part had probably been the biggest revelation, as Melissa was holding their phone, meaning this wasn’t recorded too long ago. Lisa meanwhile was having an orgasm of her own, possibly not having gotten one earlier due to the interruption. She rode it out gently, licking her fingers clean and then turning off her phone. Quietly she stood up and walked over to her pants, leaning forward to pick them up, giving Sam a good view of her ass and part of her slit. Admittedly they really wanted to dive in and eat her out, but Lisa said she didn’t swing that way, and Sam respected that.
Leaning back in the chair, the absentmindedly rubbed their cunt as Lisa got fully dressed. Once she had her shorts on, she turned to face them and rather unexpectedly took a photo, guessing by the click sound coming from her phone. Sam immediately shot up and covered themselves.
“Eh, quoi- What are you doing?”
Lisa chuckled.
“We needed a nude picture of you, and you seemed pretty comfortable, so I figured I may as well take it now. Doubt we’ll get a better one anytime soon. Anyways, don’t cover up or I’ll have to write you up for a sanction.”
Judging by her smile, Lisa didn’t feel inclined to, but Sam still moved their arms away, though their legs stayed firmly together, which Lisa didn’t press them on. After doing something on her phone, Lisa then gestured for Sam to leave.
“I need to be elsewhere, so I need to lock up. Hope you enjoyed getting your rocks off to that video. Don’t tell Jay I showed it to you.”
Even though it was hard to see with her darker complexion, but Sam could have sworn Lisa was blushing. Not wanting to stay there much longer, wanting to look up the comfort of their own dorm room, Sam got up, collected their phone and left. Lisa followed close behind and parted ways with them, waving them goodbye as she headed opposite the direction of the dorms. Sam was on their own again. They checked their phone and saw they’d gotten a message from their best friend back in France, asking them if they’d settled in well. Sam decided to ignore it for now. First they wanted to get back to the safety of their dorm.
The walk back was a lot less exciting than the way to. It seemed like getting off along with Lisa had managed to comfort them for now. There were also less people out. Looking at their phone, it was about 5 pm now, and while the sun was far from setting, most people were probably either getting ready to go out, or were getting ready to stay in. Either way most people would be inside. They quietly slipped into the dorms, having met only one or two people on their way there, who only gave them passing glances.
Inside it was much the same as when they had left, quiet with nary a soul out in the halls. Moving up the stairs, Sam arrived at their floor and briefly stopped at Paul’s door, which they briefly considered knocking on, but when they heard the noise of a girl giggling, they decided against it for now. After a very uneventful, but still naked, walk back, Sam arrived at their dorm. The door was slightly ajar, much to their surprise but upon seeing it, also to their relief. These doors locked when closed, and they hadn’t brought any keys.
Still, it being open was strange, so they gently pushed it open and were met by a stranger, folding clothes. She saw them standing in the doorway naked, and let out a scream in surprise. Sam might have done the same, as the stranger was wearing nothing but a pair of panties.