Note to Readers: This is a continuation of 'Just Another Day in College.' You should read that story first.
The sorority had raised a record amount of money for charity with its explicit 'hands-on' demonstration of ways to please a man. Ben had willingly lay naked while Lucy demonstrated techniques of arousal, with dozens of women watching. Now the sorority wanted to stage another event, this time with a woman as the subject.
The equality of the sexes is a hallmark of modern American society. That which we'd ask of a man, we should be able to ask of a woman. We're long past false modesty, past the paternalistic image of the virtuous and blushing damsel. So, Lucy shouldn't have a problem stripping in front of dozens of men, for the same lofty charitable purpose, right?
Wrong. The more the prospect was raised with her, the more nervous she became. While the sex demonstration had caused Ben's status and popularity on campus to soar, Lucy worried about a different response. Yes, she'd be 'in demand' among some men. But among others, especially women, she might be seen as a shameless exhibitionist. She hoped another girl in the sorority would volunteer and relieve her of having to make a decision. But no such luck.
The pressure was building. After all, Lucy had originated the idea of this fundraiser, and it was a huge success. Some of the attendees even said how educational it was. How was it okay that she'd ask her boyfriend to expose himself, but she was not be willing to do the same herself?
"You could wear a ski mask," suggested Ben.
"Yeah, that wouldn't look funny, would it? As if no one would know who I was," she replied.
"We could ask them to sign a non-disclosure agreement," said Ben, with a smirk. (A pre-law major - and a wise ass.)
"Very funny," answered Lucy.
"Or maybe you could just get over yourself," Ben said. "Why is your modesty more precious than mine?"
Lucy didn't respond to that comment, but it cut. On an intellectual level, she knew he was right. But emotionally...? Could she do it?
That evening, when she was alone, Lucy stood nude in front of a full length mirror. She examined every aspect of her body. She knew she was pretty. People all her life had told her that. Long blonde hair. Well-proportioned, full breasts. A smallish, pear-shaped butt. A young woman's lean body, with a tight stomach and attractive legs. No, she had nothing to be ashamed of.
But society sets boundaries. A bikini is fine by the pool - but not in the supermarket. In Europe topless or nude bathing on a beach is not uncommon. Germany has its coed spas, where men and women sweat together without clothes. No big deal.
But this is not Europe. It's the United States, and we don't tolerate nudity in public. Who would do something like that?
Ben, that's who. Lucy had asked him, and he did it. Now it was her turn. "Why is your modesty more precious than mine?" he had said.
She had no good answer to that question. Wasn't college a time of exploration, of doing new things, even crazy things? Especially crazy things? Yes, she would be intellectually dishonest and a coward if she didn't do it.
"I'll do it," she told the sorority sisters. "But I'll need a few drinks beforehand."
The event was advertised 'word of mouth', like the prior one. Low profile, not to get the sorority in trouble. But after the quiet notoriety on campus surrounding the 'seminar' with Ben, this one was certain to draw a crowd. On the appointed day, there was a long line of young men stretching out the front door. And some women and couples, too.
The common room of the sorority house was packed, as everyone swarmed around the massage table set up in the middle. A CCTV monitor, trained on the table, broadcast the event to those on the fringe who needed a better view.
Poor Lucy. She regretted her decision every minute since she'd agreed to do it. But once the die was cast, she couldn't back out. The night before, she'd bathed, even scrubbed her body, shaved her underarms, her legs, trimmed her pubic hair. It reminded her of stories how concubines in olden days were readied for the emperor. Ugh.
As before, the sorority provided beer and wine for the crowd, to still some of the tension even the observers felt. Lucy, for her part, chose vodka. It barely registered. Her knees were shaking and she kept thinking what a fool she was. How had she talked herself into doing this?
Lucy came out wearing a robe. A clean sheet covered the massage table. A bottle of massage oil sat on a small table, along with a few sex toys - a dildo and a vibrator. (As before, no sexual intercourse between Ben and Lucy would take place. Hence the usefulness of the toys.)
Soft mood music was playing in the background.
"Thank you all for coming," said Amy, the sorority president. "Today, we'll have the second of our educational seminars on how to sexually please your partner. Our volunteers are Amy and Ben. They'll demonstrate techniques that enrich and fulfill a healthy sex life. I'm sure you'll learn a lot. Let's welcome them."
There was a round of applause. Unlike Ben, who'd felt the thrill of the performer when it was his turn, Lucy's face was ashen. She eyed the crowd. When she recognized some guys who were in her classes, she moaned inwardly and stopped looking. Looking only made it worse. She dropped the robe to the floor. There were simultaneous sharp inhales of breath, and murmurs from the crowd, as everyone strained to observe her nakedness.
Lucy climbed onto the massage table, on her back. She looked at Ben, who smiled down at her. It didn't help. She closed her eyes. ('Think of something else,' she said to herself. 'It will be over in 20 minutes.') But while her own eyes were closed, she felt the scores of others' eyes surveying her, judging the size of her breasts, the hips, focused on the mound of pubic hair peeking out at her middle. How stupid she was for agreeing to do this. Not exactly the mindset for arousal, but it was what it was.
Ben began to massage Lucy's feet.
"You need to ease into sex," he told the crowd. "Too many guys immediately grab for the sex organs. Big mistake. Women want to be
