This story is the third of my Literotica versions of the "Naked in School" series, started originally by Karen Wagner, who so graciously gave permission to others to use the theme and components in their own versions of this series. I thank her so much for such an inspirational creation! Readers unfamiliar with or familiar but disinterested in the series might find it to be too outrageous. However, I encourage you to enjoy its unrealistic absurdity, as that is what makes it (in my own personal taste) such a great fantasy. I also encourage readers to first consider at least the first edition of this series (Naked at College, #1, Chrissie and Michael) as it provides important introductory material. Please note that the story is quite long (albeit not as long as the traditional stories in this genre, which involve a full week) but it can be read in clearly distinguished sections. Finally, please be warned that this story includes aspects of submission and domination, as well as exhibitionism. And, last but not least, all of the characters in this story are at least 18 years of age. Enjoy!!
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Andrea Ashbee and Henry Dworkin were standing in the office of Dr. Rayburn, President of Abberville College. It was an impressive, but intimidating office. It had the large ceiling and tall windows so common within old college buildings, curtained with deep, heavy drapes, the walls decorated with large oil paintings of past presidents, along with photographs of visiting dignitaries, historical state events, and attractive scenes of the Shenandoah Valley.
President Rayburn had a large, neatly organized, walnut desk with a deep leather swivel chair. There was also a walnut conference table to the right, and a more informal meeting area with a couch, large soft easy chairs, and coffee table to the left. There was even a working fire place.
Andrea Ashbee and Henry Dworkin were in President Rayburn's office because they were the latest participants in The Program.
ANDREA ASHBEE
Andrea was a renowned and devout feminist, and was not the least bit reluctant to acknowledge it. She was appalled at how men so often treated women as if they were simply objects of visual and/or physical pleasure, ignoring their minds, their talents, their opinions, their strengths. She was outraged that, still to this day, the occupations of women pay less than the occupations of men, and women are repeatedly thwarted from entering, let alone obtaining, positions of authority in the occupations dominated by men.
She hated the little favors that men did for women. Simply the fact that men still open doors for women is a testament to their continued subjugation, as if a woman couldn't open a door for herself. Andrea would never accept such an offer. She wouldn't even be among the first to get into a lifeboat, again finding it demeaning to suggest that men are the only ones who are gallant, brave, and capable of fending for themselves. She detested in particular how women spent so much time trying to look as pretty as possible, to please men. A woman is lucky if a man barely combs his hair.
Andrea particularly disliked wearing a brassiere, an uncomfortable garment constructed solely for the purpose of enticing men through a woman's sexual appeal, lifting up her boobs so that they stuck out as far as possible. It was just so, so denigrating
Andrea did not, however, especially need a brassiere. She had naturally prominent breasts that were wonderfully firm. It might look like she was wearing a brassiere, if not for how her nipples so often poked through her blouse or even a sweater. The evident jiggling and wiggling of her breasts also gave her away. Ironically, however, not wearing a brassiere often made her seem even more sexually provocative than if she did, particularly when she was wearing a t-shirt. Her breasts could be terribly tantalizingly tempting then. A man once even rear-ended the car that had stopped in front of him, so distracted was he by the sight of Andrea's breasts wriggling and bobbling as she made her way down the street. She at times felt like just giving in and wearing a sports brassiere under her t-shirt. But, it annoyed her to no end to have to do that. Why should she have to wear a device that so tightly scrunched her breasts, often uncomfortably so, just so men would not become all agitated and excited at the sight of her boobs bouncing and wiggling beneath her t-shirt! She just couldn't win.
Andrea had wanted to attend Templeton College where all the students were required to wear the same uniform. Andrea was so disappointed, if not disgusted, with how so many of the women on campus at Abberville spent so much time and money purchasing new outfits, and typically ones that would optimize a girl's sexual appeal. Why can't women just dress for comfort? Why must the emphasis be on being pleasing to the eyes of men?
Her parents though found the tuition of Templeton to be well outside their means. Abberville was not inexpensive but Abberville at least offered a number of fellowship opportunities. Andrea's behavior to date, however, had not been particularly conducive toward developing the potential for a fellowship.
The opportunities Andrea embraced during her first two years at Abberville was every chance to point out the unequal treatment of men and women, much to the annoyance and aggravation of many of those around her, including even quite a few women, particularly the sorority girls of Delta Nu. Delta Nu was a notorious sorority whose members seemed to live only to please men, their major goal in life apparently to marry a rich and powerful man who would provide them with all the money they might ever want or need (see "Five steps to Delta Nu"). Delta Nu of Abberville was not nearly as successful as Delta Nu of Livingston (see "A field trip for Delta Nu"), another Abberville sister college, but that was not because they hadn't tried.
It wasn't that the Dean of Women, Dr. Worell, was unsympathetic with Andrea's concerns; far from it. It was just that Andrea would at times go to such extremes that she would become unnecessarily and harmfully disruptive, at times even destructive. One time she broke into the locker room the night before a major basketball game against Templeton and replaced all of the cheerleading uniforms with lacy sheer panties and baby doll nighties. One of the girls even put her nightie on, thinking that because this was such a big game that special uniforms were going to be worn. Fortunately she was divested of that confusion before she ran onto the court.
Security assumed that some fraternity must have been behind the prank, as clearly guys would benefit the most if the cheerleaders wore nighties rather than the traditional uniforms. But, when Andrea and her fellow feminist guerilla theater operatives were eventually caught, they explained that they felt that the existing uniforms were no better than nighties, clearly worn to entice and please men.
Andrea was also involved in a protest in which all of the girls had come to class without wearing brassieres or panties. They were inspired by the protests of the New York Radical Women who filled trash cans with brassieres (and comparable objects) at the 1968 Miss America pageant (no bras were actually burned). The message was again lost on many of the male undergraduates, and even some of the professors, who were treated by rather nice upskirt peeks during their lectures, particularly in the classrooms with tiered seating.
Dean Worell herself had some difficulty with the girls not wearing panties, not feeling that panties bespoke of much sexism, as they were as functional as any jockey briefs. Andrea though pointed out how the name was itself rather infantalizing, as if women were still just children, wearing "panties," a diminutive variant of the more masculine pants. And, besides, going without just one's brassiere was no longer a meaningful statement. Heck, it seemed like Delta Nu girls, the most stereotypic feminine girls on campus, often failed to wear brassieres, finding the effect to be much more appealing to boys than the shape, lift, and separation provided by a brassiere. Of course, one needed good boobs for this to work, but that was not a problem for a Delta Nu girl.
What did finally get Andrea into serious trouble was when she led her troops on a guerilla attack on the Delta Nu sorority. Andrea was appalled at Delta Nu girls' brazen embracement of the objectification of women. So, she and her comrades broke into the sorority while they were off on a three-day field trip. Most everything that was pink they turned to black. All of the Delta Nu panties were strewn across the campus commons.
This escapade was no laughing matter to the Board of Trustees. Delta Nu was one of the, if not the, most successful sororities on campus. The girls consistently obtained the highest grade point average of any sorority or fraternity, an accomplishment that generated considerable jealousy and suspicion among the other sororities. The Delta Nu girls did not convey an impression of being especially brilliant, yet somehow they managed to get excellent grades. President Rayburn felt that they must be studying real, real hard. And, they went beyond such accomplishments to even bring in grants and fellowships sponsored by some of the major businesses and corporations, much to the delight of the President and the Board of Trustees (the Southern Belle Fellowship was particularly admired). There was simply no way that the college would allow such an esteemed, admirable, and successful sorority to be treated so rudely and disrespectfully. Andrea Ashbee and her cronies had to go.
Dean Worell, however, convinced the Board of Trustees that participation in The Program would be a very fair and appropriate means of rehabilitation for Andrea, a true act of contrition and penance.
The Board was surprised by the suggestion, but equally impressed by its implications and potential. The feminists on campus had complained frequently about The Program as it appeared to them to be only another means with which to objectify the bodies of young, attractive females. Ms. Bunch, the Chair of the Women's Studies Department, had been particularly vocal, speaking out vehemently against its implementation from the very beginning. The participation of Andrea Ashbee, the leader of the feminist guerilla movement, would go far in silencing this opposition. Plus, a couple of the Board members looked forward to see the busty feminist naked on campus.
Yes, it sounded like a very good idea indeed, perhaps even worth covering the considerable cost of the repairs to the Delta Nu sorority house, furniture, and personal items, albeit two local businessmen had already stepped in to cover the costs of Andrea's damage. They even took the opportunity to provide an expansion of the sorority house to include additional space for a sauna and indoor swimming pool.
It was a bit more difficult convincing Andrea, however, to "volunteer." She was at first appalled by the idea. The abhorred The Program, and now she was supposed to actually be a participant? What could Dean Worell be possibly thinking?
Dean Worell made it clear to Andrea that it was her choice. Nobody was to be forced or even coerced into participating in The Program. The decision had to be entirely voluntary. Of course, the alternative was to be expelled from the college. Andrea kind of felt that to be a bit coercive, but Dean Worell, who had majored in philosophy, pointed out that she did still have a choice. It was just a choice between two aversive options. The college was even providing her with a choice that could be less aversive, and so not only were they providing Andrea with an option she otherwise would not have, they were even providing her with a more favorable option.
Besides, Dean Worell suggested, Andrea could consider it to be yet another feminist guerilla theater, a step beyond simply removing one's brassiere and panties. She would be removing all of her clothes!
That Andrea found very intriguing. What better way to protest The Program than to be an actual participant, making a statement within the belly of the beast, while at the same time avoiding being expelled. She agreed to do it, and instantly made plans with respect to an eventual expose.
HENRY DWORKIN
