This is a standalone story where Justin, Heather, and Shawna from my previous stories appear. Still, it is written so you can enjoy this story even if you have not read my previous stories.
Special thanks to kenjisato for proofreading this story. I welcome your ratings, comments, and suggestions. Please leave them here or send me a message. Thank you for reading.
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Have you ever had a dream where you are about to give a presentation and realize you are naked? Most people wake up panicked. I would wake up, take off the undergarments I slept in, place my finger in my wet pussy, and rub it until I came. In real life, I am a fifth-grade teacher living an everyday life. In my fantasy world, I could be naked whenever I wanted, devoid of repercussions.
My desire to be nude in public began in 2013. I turned nineteen, and I was a first-year student in college. I attended a college in California, where the spring weather could be sweltering, and going to nearby beaches was part of the unofficial curriculum. When enrolling in this college, I was unaware that, in addition to the many family-friendly beaches, there was a clothing-optional beach. That changed when my roommate, Heather, invited me to Pirate's Cave without telling me it was a nude beach.
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It was Memorial Day weekend. My roommate Heather, and almost everyone else in my dorms, was going home for the weekend. That meant I would be spending three days alone. Well, not alone. When I learned Heather was going home, I arranged for my first boyfriend to visit my dorm room.
Justin was my high-school boyfriend and my first lover. After graduating high school, we applied to different colleges and started seeing other people. When he paid me a surprise visit during Thanksgiving break and rekindled our romance, we agreed to remain friends with benefits. I saw Justin again during Christmas break, but we have yet to communicate beyond a few texts.
It was Friday afternoon, and I just finished my last class for the week. Each day the temperature was higher than the day before. Today it hovered in the mid-nineties. Although I wore shorts with no panties and a blouse without a bra, I felt sticky and clinging. By the time I reached my dorm room, I was completely soaked. I opened the door and was hit in the face by a blast of hot air. My room was more sizzling than the outside air. It retained heat, and none of the dorm rooms had air conditioning. Even worse, the Memorial Day weekend forecast was predicted to be over one hundred degrees.
I wasted no time stripping naked. Heather, raised in a naturist family, taught me to appreciate how wonderful it felt to take off your clothes when you returned to your dorm. She would return from her classes, kick off her sandals and unbuckle the straps of her dungaree. Her large breasts and pussy, covered in dark ginger hair, would appear. After stripping naked, Heather would go to her desk and do her homework. The first time I saw Heather nude caught me off guard. It was our first night in the dorms. She undressed to go to bed, and all I could do was gaze at her nude body.
She knew I was checking her out, and she caught me. She looked into my eyes and said, "Okay, now it's your turn."
I hesitated at first, but I did as she asked. As I undressed, Heather watched me. I am five-foot-seven, one hundred twenty pounds, with long black hair and hazel eyes. When I turned around and saw her staring at my body, an unfamiliar feeling swept over me. I had undressed in front of girls in high school P.E. classes, but this was the first time I felt aroused as someone watched.
As the semester progressed, Heather stayed naked for lengthy periods. Eventually, seeing Heather naked became natural, making it more comfortable for me to be naked in front of her. By the beginning of October, we were always naked in our dorm rooms. By mid-October, we slept naked and even had a joint masturbating session.
Even though I had only been attracted to boys, and the sex I had had with Justin was terrific, my obsession with Heather continued to grow. I became confused because this crush seemed to pop out of nowhere. I finally talked to Heather about it, and she explained she grew up with complete gender acceptance. In her case, she lost her virginity to a boy, but her preference was to be with women. There was one woman in particular. Heather and I went to a Halloween party, and I met that woman. Her name was Shawna.
During Thanksgiving break, I decided to act on my Heather infatuation. That led to a memorable first kiss and my first orgasm from another woman's lips. I fell asleep before returning the favor. I woke up the following day having no regrets, but I also knew the crush was physical and not emotional. I told Heather I wanted to return to being platonic roommates. She was okay with that; we have been traditional roommates ever since. That is, if traditional people are always naked.
Even with no clothes on, I was miserable in the perspiring heat. The only cure was a cold shower. I walked to my closet and retrieved my bathroom bag and towel. Our dorms had two large shared bathrooms on each floor. The men's bathroom was at one end of the floor, and the women's bathroom was at the other. Knowing the dorms were almost empty, I could risk leaving my room wearing a towel around me. I was ready to go when I heard a knock on my door. Then, standing behind the door, I cracked it open, and there was Justin, with a big smile and an overnight bag.
Before I could say anything, Justin rushed into the room, slammed the door shut, and said, "I am so glad you texted me. I've missed you." Then he noticed I was wearing a towel, and the smile turned into a leer. "Nice look. Do you have anything underneath that?"
I knew what he had in mind and wanted to shower first, so I replied, "I was just about to shower just before you burst in."
"Fabulous. It was a long drive, and I need one too."
"Sounds good. The boy's bathroom is down the hall to your left. I will meet you back here when you are done."
Justin gave me a mischievous look and said, "No, I meant that we could shower together in the girl's bathroom."
Of course, I knew what he meant. The only time I had public sex was with Justin. It was on the Fourth of July, and we had sex underneath the blanket in a park during the fireworks show. It was dark when the show started, and we remained under the blanket the entire time. No one suspected anything that night, but I still got aroused thinking I could have been watched.
"Okay, you wait here, and I will check if the girl's bathroom is empty. If I'm not back after a couple of minutes, it will mean that you can join me. Make certain the door is shut tight. I have the key."
It was mid-afternoon, and the bathroom was empty, just as I had hoped. I walked towards the individual showers, hung the towel over the shower door, and put the bathroom bag on the soap shelf. I was naked and leaned in to turn on the water. As I was turning the knob, I heard someone enter the bathroom. I turned around, hoping it was Justin and not some random girl. I saw Justin running towards me with just a towel around him.
Before I could move, Justin wrapped his hands around me. He started caressing my chest, and my nipples immediately hardened. I looked over my shoulder and said, "Stop, Justin, wait until we get into the shower."
Justin removed his towel and let it drop to the floor, and he said, "You are right. A shower is the right place to fool around."
I saw that Justin's cock was already hard. I grabbed his hand, and I pulled him into the shower. Then, after closing the door, I reached into my shower bag, pulled out my shampoo, and asked, "Will you wash my hair?"
I poured the liquid into his hand and turned around. Justin stepped up behind me, and his fingers slowly rubbed the shampoo into my long black hair. He first massaged the shampoo into the top of my head. Justin caressed my temples with his fingers on either side of my head. He worked his hands back to the top of my head and then returned to my temples. He pulled my hair away from my face and moved it behind my ears. The shampoo flowed down my head as his hands made large, sweeping circles. Then he pulled the suds out of my hair. He continued moving his hands from the top of my skull down my back. He finished by sliding soap suds through my hair in a sensual, frothy motion.
The water warmed my scalp as he brought my head under the shower spray. He rinsed my hair and used his hands to remove the shampoo. Once all the lather poured down the drain, he held me under the warm water. My eyes were shut tight as I concentrated on the water splashing and streaming down my body.
Pleased with the job, Justin asked, "Want me to wash your back now?"
I let out a satisfied sigh. "Sure, that would be great." So I reached into my bag and handed Justin my soap and washcloth.
Justin lathered the cloth, washed my shoulder, and proceeded down my right arm to my hand, covering me with soap suds. He repeated this on my left arm before moving back to my shoulders. I felt the soft cloth on my shoulders, releasing all my anxiety. His fingers kept moving, massaging, and rubbing, making me inhale and exhale.
He brought the washcloth down my back, stopping and moving the washcloth in a circular motion. Then, moving away from my back, he continued to my ass. He placed the washcloth on my ass and used his other hand to spread my cheeks. Then, ensuring there was a complete cleansing of the crevice between the two cheeks, he moved his soapy finger into my anus and inserted it into my ass up to his second knuckle.
I screeched loudly. Justin had never tried that before, and I was not ready. I tensed up, and Justin realized my discomfort and continued his journey toward my feet. My right leg was washed from the top of my thigh down to my ankle. From my other ankle, he worked his way up. When he finished, he stood close behind me and positioned my body so the shower spray washed away all the soap.
I was in a dream state as Justin touched my shoulders and turned me around. He told me to close my eyes as he used the cloth to wash my face gently. The aroma of the soap overpowered me as Justin traced my eyes, nose, and cheekbones. Then, avoiding my lips, he finished at my chin. Then, after placing the washcloth back on the soap dish, he cupped his hands under the water and rinsed my face clean.
