No guy has seen me naked. I've never even kissed a guy. College is supposed to be about experimenting and pushing your boundaries. This is what I thought as I stood nude before my full length mirror taking in my reflection.
I'd always been afraid. I'd concealed my body away due to my upbringing and shame over my body. My wide hips. My large, pendulous breasts. Finally my long, thick nipples that required padded bras and thick tops to conceal. But as I've found at college guys liked all shapes and sizes. There were numerous kinks and preferences.
The gap in the rules around nudity on campus had been gaining traction lately. Everyone now knew you could basically run around bare assed and no one cared, never mind were there any repercussions. The relaxed nature around even sex meant that unless you were being disruptive most didn't even care then. I'd seen numerous unclothed or half clothed women in the past month running around campus. I'd even seen a girl giving oral sex in the common room and two nude girls on the quad tribbing while a crowd not only watched, but encouraged them on. It was like a sexual awakening.
Which is what led me to standing in front of my mirror without a stitch of clothing on thinking about my own inexperience. I'd decided to embrace my sexuality and cast off my inhibitions. The plan was to walk downstairs to the mail slots by the main entrance, check my mail, then come back here - completely bare. I had chosen my time very carefully though. It wasn't quite lunch time, so most people were in class right now. Based on my observations the past week there would be less than a handful of people that would see me and the odds were that it was no one I would know directly. So I would be seen but somewhat anonymous. There was a risk of someone capturing it on their phone and posting it somewhere. But with all the nudity just around campus these days I felt even then the risk was low, I'd be lost in a sea of flesh.
Still looking at myself in the mirror I could already tell the risk was more of a turn on than anything. I'd shaved myself in the shower this morning from the neck down, so my slit was completely bare and exposed. Already just the thought of what I was going to do was affecting me. My lower lips were engorged and glistening in arousal. My clit peeking slightly out of its hood. My nipples were the real giveaway though. They stood at full attention. I ran my fingers over them lightly and then hissed at the waves of pleasure that shot down my spine.
I had to do this before I ended up just jilling myself off here. Or worse, getting so turned on I ended up doing it in the recreation room downstairs, like the girl I'd seen do last week. Although despite all the phone cameras focused on her performance she didn't seem to mind - she stared at them all with her eyes wide open as she cascaded through several orgasms.
I shook my head, enough of that. Grabbing my keys, head head high, chest jutting out proudly I walked over to the door to our suite. As quick as possible I exited, shutting it firmly behind me.
The sound of the door shutting sent my senses on high alert. I realized for the first time I was in public bare as the day I was born. The air from the ventilation system washed over my skin, feeling like the fingers of a dozen lovers caressing me. I bit my lip at the sudden sensitivity and forced myself to put one foot in front of the other as I headed downstairs. After a couple of minutes the oversensitivity dialed down a bit but the heat inside me did not. My body was on fire as my eyes looked around for anyone to see. But the hallways were empty until I got down to the first floor. There as I headed down towards the front door leading outside with the mail slots next to them and the recreation room across from the door I saw the first people. And they saw me.
First it was just a mousy girl whose eyes widened a little at my nudity, then gave me an encouraging smile and thumbs up even as her eyes trailed down my body drinking it in. I smiled and gave her a little wave as my breathing sped up. Then a guy came in through the front door,, the open portal briefly letting in the sun and breeze from outside to bathe over me - as well as expose me to the quad even if only for a second. I bit my lip as my arousal spiked from this sudden increase in risk. He gave me a brief look up and down with a nod, before moving past me. Treating me as if I was attired normally. Which, I guess, technically I was. Or if not normal then at least acceptable and allowed.
I put my keys into the lock on the mailbox, finding it empty, the sensations of being completely naked in the front entry of my dorm sending chills down my spine. With a deep breath I steeled myself. The hard part was over. Now I could head back to my room and take care of the need my body was screaming at me to touch myself.
As I turned around to head back though, I looked into the eyes of a guy I actually knew from class. We'd flirted a bit but I never took him that seriously. Now though as he was greeted with the full view of my bare body in its highly, and obviously, aroused state his eyes slowly drank it all in. This should have mortified me. This was my worst fear, someone I actually know catching me exposed. Instead I found myself responding in a different way. I straightened out my back, pushing my chest and engorged nipples out for him. My legs parted slightly, offering a better view of my inflamed loins. I bit my lip, looking up at him shyly.
"Oh, uh, hi?"
His eyes finally finished their appraisal of the scandalous show I was putting on and rose to meet mine. "Wow. You are magnificent. I never would have guessed. And pardon me for saying so but your breasts, and especially those nipples, are like a work of art. Erotic, voluptuous, enticing art to be fair." At this his eyes moved back down to my nipples, his hands reaching up almost involuntarily towards them before he pulled them back. "Sorry. I could stare at them all day but that doesn't mean I should even think of touching them without consent. But you're like a siren drawing me in."
Normally a guy trying to grope your boobs in the middle of the entryway to the dorm would be one of my worst fears. But exposing myself like this had me on edge. When his hands started towards me I involuntarily lifted up slightly on my toes, leaning forward, almost pushing my tits into his hands. Him drawing them back and talking about consent was like a splash of cold water. Even if I wanted him to touch them, I don't think letting him just fondle me in the foyer was the best place for my first sexual experience. I pulled back and offered him a timid smile. "Yes, consent, thanks. Not right now haha. Thanks for the compliments. No one has ever said anything so nice to me. Guess I should wander around like this more often!"
With that he looked up to my eyes again. "Oh, I agree. Your body is like sex incarnate. My unsolicited advice is you never wear clothes again. Although if you take it, I'm not sure how anyone in class would be able to pay attention."
I giggled, slowly growing more comfortable with him. I clasped my hands behind my back, again pushing my chest out towards him and twirling slightly side to side. "I don't think I could go to class like this, that would be too much for me. But maybe around the dorm sometimes?" Even though the idea of running around campus in the altogether was slowly growing on me, especially my engorged nipples and clit. A fantasy of sitting in class, slowly spreading my legs to tease the professor ran through my head. Or posing for one of those classic college life pictures, sitting on the ground leaning back against a tree. Except I was nude with my legs spread wide to completely expose my aroused sex as the photographer captured it all. Shivers ran down me again.
He nodded. "Fair enough. Say, would you like to go out sometime? Maybe right now? There's a food cart out on the quad, we could get something to eat and just sit on one of the benches to talk before my next class?"
