The following is a true experience I had freshman year of college. It opened my eyes to a whole side of me I didn't know existed.
"Erika?"
I flicked open my eyes. Disoriented and confused, I found myself standing in a cold room. I racked my brain as to how I got here. The last I remembered was studying for an exam with Jake, getting antsy waiting around for his friend Steven to show, going for a jog, and then turning in early. I didn't remember anything past that. I quickly gathered that I must have been sleepwalking again.
I was no stranger to sleepwalking back then. All through high school I had been waking to find myself somewhere altogether different than where I'd gone to bed. I always awoke dazed like this and had to puzzle out where I was and what I had been up to while asleep. One time my dad even found me swimming in our backyard pool in my pajamas. My parents always chalked it up to my genetics - my mom was a sleepwalker when she was my age - and I didn't give it a second thought. Just some phase I was going through. Now I believe it to be my untapped sexual energy working itself out in my sleep. At least, my nighttime antics slowed considerably when I started exploring my sexuality more deliberately in college. And all of that started at this moment.
I gradually became aware that I was standing on the first floor entryway of my dorm. My room was on the third. Only boys slept on the first floor. That made this close to the farthest I'd ever traveled while asleep. There were a couple grubby couches nearby and the communal study room I'd just left a few hours before would be back behind me to my left. It was night outside the big double doors, and a pretty chilly one at that. Here I was a good ten feet from the glass and I was freezing cold. Too cold in fact. All at once I realized. I was completely naked!
From my head to my toes, I didn't have a stitch on. Every inch of my thin, athletic, 5'8" 125 pound freshman body was exposed. Normally tan, my skin was pale and bumpy with chill. I felt a cool breeze against my naked backside and tickling between my legs. The bright pink nipples on the ends of my perky 32C breasts stood at pert attention.
I was also dripping wet.
Needless to say, I was shocked. Why am I naked? Has anyone seen? Why am I so wet? Thoughts raced through my mind as I tried to figure out what I'd been doing to get here. Had I been outside? Strolling naked through the midnight air horrified me. I could tell it wasn't raining out, though, and took that as a good sign. I nervously glanced around the lobby. Didn't look like anyone had seen me. That was a relief. Chilly and noticing a puddle forming around my naked feet, I decided now was not the time to puzzle it out. Gathering my wits, I turned to run for the stairs, and the safety of my third floor dorm room. That was when I got the surprise of my young life.
Standing in front of me, just a few yards down the hallway, and between me and the stairs, was Jake, my study buddy. He was standing outside the communal study room where I'd left him. There was a second boy there as well. I recognized him from my classes, but I didn't know him. My guess was he was the Steven we'd been waiting for when I'd gotten antsy.
Both of their jaws were practically on the floor, and all four of their eyes were glued to my crotch. Without thinking, I glanced down at my naked self to see the view they were getting. Beneath my dripping shoulders and glistening wet breasts, I watched a single bead of water leisurely meandering its way down my flat tummy, past my belly button, and on down, finally disappearing into the poof of hair that had sprouted between my legs a few years earlier.
Though I was clean shaven everywhere else, I didn't shave "down there" back then. My studies consumed all my time and I was a virgin to boot. I had never even considered someone seeing all of me. At the time, I considered sleeping naked to be the utmost in naughty behavior, and even that was something I had only worked up the courage to start trying a few weeks before. I vaguely remembered having done so tonight and guessed that helped explain the naked part, if not the sopping wet bit.
The three of us stood like this for an impossibly long moment, just staring at the little droplets beaded on my curly brown pubic hair. It was a little matted and damp. You could just make out the faint hint of a slit beneath, something I was acutely aware of for the first time under their watchful eyes. My tummy started to flush and tingle under our three gazes.
When I looked back up, the boy I guessed was Steven was devouring my breasts with his eyes. When I looked to Jake, his gaze met mine. I saw sympathy there. Something else as well. Hunger?
So we stood. Two lucky boys getting an eyeful of virgin freshman flesh. Me, a deer in their headlights, so to speak. That's an exceptionally apt analogy because the moment Jake started to stammer out "Are you..." I bolted.
My hands flying to my bush and one of my boobs, I ran right at them and the stairs. My free breast bounced wildly as I ran, throwing tiny droplets of water in the air. I pushed between Jake and Steven, rubbing my wet, naked, virgin body against them both in the process. They parted and turned to watch my ass as it bounced merrily down the hallway. One of them whistled. I think it was Steven.
The elevator was closer, but I was not about to stop and wait for it. I breezed past it, leaving a wet trail in my wake.
The hallway seemed longer than I remembered. Finally the stairway door was there and my hand was on the handle. Despite my head screaming to fling it open and run, I lingered there just a moment. I found I had a deep urge to turn right around and let them admire me at their leisure. What was wrong with me? I was a good girl. Studied hard. Too busy to go beyond a little kissing now and then. I turned slightly and looked back at the boys. Each boy had a me-sized wet spot down their side. The same dumb expression was still glued to both boys' faces as they admired my backside. I realized, not entirely unhappily, that my breast was now exposed in profile.
I was so ashamed, yet also very intrigued. "Do they like what they see?" I thought. I was shocked to find just how much I hoped they did. I had always thought I had a pretty nice body when I stood naked in front of the mirror, but no one else had seen me since I had blossomed in high school. I was thin, but had a softness that I thought was cute. My breasts weren't huge, but they fit my frame pretty well. I'd been told on several occasions that my perfectly round rump was far beyond average in a swimming suit.
It wasn't like I "liked" either boy. Didn't good girls only want boys they have crushes on to see them like this? What were these feelings I was having? All I knew was that as much as I wanted to run, I wanted them to see me too. This time was an accident. No one could accuse me otherwise. I knew if I opened that door, I may not be seen like this again until I was married. Little did I know just how much these two boys would be seeing of me over the next couple years. This moment was a catalyst for a hundred sexual experiments to come, but that is another story entirely.
With more than a little reluctance, I finally flung the door open. Out of view, the trance that had come over me passed. I was definitely ready to be done with this adventure. Taking the stairs two at a time, I became aware that I was following a trail of almost dry footprints that led in the opposite direction. They matched the ones I was leaving as I ran up the stairs and I realized they were my own. I took relief in this since if they were still there, it meant I hadn't been standing by the door for too long before the boys found me. That meant they were probably the only ones that had seen.
I didn't encounter anyone as I climbed. When I reached the third floor, I hesitated for a moment. The floor lounge area was right on the other side of the door. This time at night there were usually some people up playing games or chatting in there. The floor was coed, so it could be all girls, all guys, or both waiting for me on the other side. If I ran fast, maybe they'd only get a glimpse. If I was casual, though, maybe no one would look at all.
Eventually, deciding that I certainly would be seen if I stood here all night, I gathered my courage, took a deep breath, and pulled the door open.
To my relief, the lounge area was empty. At least, I thought it should be to my relief. As I walked past the couches my dorm mates frequented, I felt a faint tinge of regret that no one was there. Getting a little bolder, I decided to stop covering myself and walk calmly down the hallway to my room. No one was about and it felt delightfully naughty to walk past my neighbors' door completely nude without them having a clue.
I strode confidently around the corner to my hall. Still no one out. I noticed my almost dry footprints leading into the ladies restroom. Apparently I had decided I needed a shower and a nice stroll tonight. It wasn't unheard of for me to do things like that in my youth. I was just always in pajamas then. I continued on my way to my room.
Grabbing the handle to my dorm room, I felt a rush of relief that my night's escapades were at an end. I turned the knob and pushed. Nothing happened. The door was locked! I remembered that all the doors on our floor automatically locked themselves when they closed. Apparently I hadn't thought to grab a key when I walked out naked and asleep before.
Standing completely naked in the hallway, no way to get in my room, I felt completely exposed. I considered banging on the door since that seemed like the thing to do, but worried that might wake my neighbors. No one would have come anyway. I had lucked into getting assigned a single room when I arrived here. It was precisely that reason I had gotten the nerve to start sleeping and hanging around my room naked to begin with.
