Note: This chapter is the first entry in what I hope to eventually turn into a short series with multiple characters.
It's inspired by a number of unconnected stories I came across on a Yahoo group many, many years ago, and something that kickstarted my own fascination with exhibitionism.
The stories all revolved around a university in which every female member of the student body and faculty had to remain completely nude at all times. The premise was that, at this prestigious school, they had determined that this unique set of circumstances led to higher student satisfaction, achievement and overall test scores.
Beyond the requirement of constant nudity, there were certain other rules and requirements that were to be followed only by the women at the school. Obviously, it's a complete fantasy, but I loved the idea of it, and it's always played around in my head as one of my favourite scenarios.
Below is my own take on this favourite concept, and while it's not my intention to plagiarise anyone else's work, the below is heavily inspired by scenarios and settings laid out in my memory of these stories.
A special thanks to Aussiekev1 for their assistance with editing and format on my first entry.
Disclaimer: All characters in my stories are 18 years of age or older. Within this series there will be interactions between family members that will border, if not cross over into, the taboo category.
Whilst I'm not setting out to write a story with this as the main focus, I want to give a warning to anyone who may be offended/upset by that. If that's the case, you may want to give these stories a miss.
Chapter 1 - Katelyn
Katelyn's hands trembled slightly as stared down at the A4 sheet that she had just dropped onto her bed. Countless months of daydreaming, fantasising, wishing and wondering had not actually prepared her for this moment.
Suddenly it was real. This is actually happening. The document in front of her with the 'Free State University' letterhead detailed not only her acceptance to the controversial institution, but the offer of a full academic scholarship as part of the University's swim team.
That was the icing on the cake. Her one doubt at the back of her mind, the one thing that might have prevented her from attending, was the possibility that her father would outright refuse to pay.
Katelyn was fortunate enough to come from a family where costs were rarely prohibitive for them, but finances weren't the issue. Rather it was the conservative nature of her family, her father's enduring sense of proper behaviour, and the expectations of society taking precedence over personal 'whims'.
It was for that reason that she hadn't even told him about the application. Not even her twin brother Bryce knew. She had sent off the necessary applications along with the other Ivy League hopefuls, but this one was the first to leave. and the only person she had confided in was her older sister, Beth.
Beth was living across the country where she was finishing her journalism degree at Harvard, something that their father took great pride in telling anyone who wasn't aware.
Considering her firmly held status as the black sheep of their well-to-do family, this was about the only thing that their father was willing to share about her.
Katelyn had expected Beth to try and talk her out of it, and she hadn't been disappointed. She received the predictable lecture about how misogynistic such ideals and institutions were and how fundamentally unbalanced and archaic the power dynamics were.
Katelyn patiently listened to all of it. But her mind had been made up long before telling Beth, long before sending the application and with a bit of convincing she was able to swear her sister to secrecy.
Everyone knew about FSU, if only by name. A place such as that couldn't exist above ground without quickly becoming a household name.
Whereas schools such as Oxford, Yale, Harvard and Cambridge were all known for their glistening reputation and proud histories, FSU was a constant source of gossip, rumours and hearsay.
As Katelyn got older and progressed through high school, it was increasingly difficult to separate the fact from fiction. Everyone seemed to know someone, or know someone who knew someone that attended, and each friend of a friend's account came with their own shocking and outlandish claims.
The university itself offered volumes of information about their classes, course and extracurriculars offered, but any information beyond that appeared to be closely guarded.
The general understanding was that you would find out what you needed to know, when you needed to know it. It was only in her last year of school that Katelyn actually started researching for herself.
Looking ahead towards the end of the year, she was already beginning work on shortlisting her university choices for her chosen law studies. After hours of reading through the websites and curriculum documents of the varied institutions, it suddenly popped into her head.
Even just thinking about it sent a shiver of dread and excitement coursing through her. And once the idea had entered her head, it spread like a virus, taking over her mind until thoughts of the school were occupying half of her waking thoughts.
Katelyn would sit in class fantasising about walking through the gates at FSU, about the life that would await her on the other side.
And now those daydreams had very suddenly solidified into reality as she stared down at the acceptance letter. The most unfamiliar sense of dread and excitement was washing over her. The two seemingly incompatible emotions were blending together, making them almost indistinguishable.
'This is real,' she said to herself, 'this is actually happening. No matter what happens I have to follow through on this'. With her heart racing and her legs trembling, Katelyn made her way over to the full-length mirror mounted on her bedroom wall beside the door.
She took in her slender, short, athletic frame, her arms and legs toned from years of competitive swimming. Her shoulder length black hair was pulled up in a messy bun above her head, the pale skin of her neck and shoulders almost reflecting the afternoon sunlight pouring in from her windows behind her.
Despite being fortunate enough to inherit her mother's good looks, Katelyn had always felt slightly insecure about her body. She felt her skin was too pale, her breasts were too small, her hips too skinny. No amount of reassurance from her friends or her now ex-boyfriend could convince her otherwise.
Dressed in jeans and a singlet, her bare feet pressed into the carpet of her bedroom floor, Katelyn looked the perfect picture of a modest young woman, the pride of her mother and father, star pupil and athlete.
She wondered what her friends, family and neighbours would think if and when they found out. Katelyn took a deep breath, and then quickly pulled off her singlet and wriggled out her jeans, standing there in front of the mirror in just her underwear.
She forced herself to stare at her own body in the mirror. Usually this was something that she tried to avoid, not wanting to give herself the opportunity to pick out any new perceived flaws about herself.
Knowing what now lay ahead for her, Katelyn knew she would have to overcome at least this hurdle. She stared back at herself, taking in her slender frame, her toned stomach, her narrow hips and shoulders.
She forced herself to stand up straight, pushing her shoulder back, trying to project a confidence that she did not feel. Slowly, she reached back and felt for the clasp of her bra strap. She paused for a moment, her eyes darting towards the wide-open window.
Instinctively she moved towards them to draw the curtains before stopping herself. 'If I can't even do this in my own room, I'll never be able to do it out there,' she thought to herself. Katelyn stole a quick glance out the window, checking for any signs of movement. Her neighbours, Mr and Mrs Price, had their upstairs office directly across from her bedroom. The curtains of their room were open, but there was no sign of movement in the house.
Taking another steadying breath, Katelyn reached back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Not wanting to break her momentum, she quickly dropped her panties down her legs and stepped out of them.
Picking up both of the discarded items, Katelyn flung them across to the far side of the room, finally standing naked in front of her mirror. Her heart was racing as she took in the view. She could see her chest heaving slightly as she fought to steady her breathing, her small breasts and their pale pink nipples rising and lowering in a shaky rhythm.
She cast her eyes downwards between her legs, at the neat triangle of carefully groomed dark hair. Among her many insecurities, Katelyn had always been self-conscious of what she considered to be her abnormally long labia.
