Sunday afternoon
I stepped through the back door and through the kitchen, towards Roxy's voice. Peering through the mask's eye holes, I gradually made out a group of people sitting in chairs with their backs to me. I counted four couples; two maybe in their late 20s and two older, probably in their 40s. One young woman, about my age, sat off by herself, and Roxy stood in front of them.
I thought about how in a few seconds all these strangers would see me up close and completely naked except for my high heels and my beautiful Mardi Gras mask. A week and a half ago I'd never have imagined doing something like this, but now not only was I completely used to my naked body being displayed and fondled, I actually enjoyed it!
I stopped to listen to Roxy's little speech. "So the objective of the experiment was--" What experiment? What was she talking about?
"--to see if our normal impulse to keep our most private parts hidden and untouched is instinctively embedded within us, or is it a learned behavior that we can therefore un-learn."
What was she talking about? And since when had Roxy started using three-syllable words? Not only that, she was dressed in an expensive blouse and pressed skirt. And stockings!
In stark contrast to my blatantly naked self.
"You're about to meet the subject of my experiment."
So I'm a class project?
"A mere two weeks ago, the subject was a typical female college student, early 20s, with typical interests in dating, sex, and school. With her consent--"
Huh? What was she talking about?
Then I noticed the TV in the background, and a huge pussy completely filling the screen. Wait--that's MY pussy--and it's being shaved!
"--so I've put together a photo album that shows Sukie's progress since we started the project 8 days ago."
She pulled a big binder off a shelf and held it open in front of the group. I figured she'd made copies of the pictures Lester took of me the past couple of days but damn if she didn't have pictures of the basketball contest where I'd lost my top to her last Saturday-the event that started this whole ordeal! She must have gotten Joe to sneak some pictures out the kitchen window while he was supposedly going to the store for charcoal!
The bitch really had planned all this from the beginning! She had photos of me tied naked to the lawn chair, me being the naked waitress, even the five of us at the Loose Caboose with me baring my boobs to the band!
None of the pictures showed my face, but I noticed there was an identical album next to it on the shelf. I bet myself those pictures showed my face. Not good.
She turned the pages and she had photos from every day! There was me tied naked to the lawn chair--again. Me sucking the guys' dicks for the first time. Me locked out in the backyard naked. Me tied to the recliner, blindfolded and giving a spreadeagle beaver shot to frat guys coming through the front door. Me tied to the bed blindfolded, with a finger in my asshole. Me on my knees giving DJ a blowjob in the kitchen. Even me tied to the bed with that horrible butt plug shoved inside me, and the naked football game yesterday!
"So today, on the ninth day of the program, I think you will soon agree with me that she has undergone a total transformation. Now, out of prudence I have chosen to keep her identity a secret so she's wearing a mask and I've asked her not to speak, but it will soon be clear to you that she's not ashamed in any way of her genitals--in fact she's happy to have you look at her body--and even explore any part of it in any way you choose! Ladies and gentlemen," she said, extending her arm in my direction, "I give you--Sukie!"
All heads swiveled in my direction. A woman gasped.
"She-she's naked!"
"Yes, she is."
"And--and she's shaved! Doesn't that make her more-vulnerable?"
"Does she look vulnerable to you?"
"N-no, she looks-proud."
"You're right. She is proud-proud to show you her womanhood-all of it. Sukie, I'm sure you recognize several of our Human Behavior profs. I invited them here to see how much progress we've made, so why don't you walk around the room and let everyone get to know you up close."
I looked around and recognized Dr. Sims, the human sexuality prof. Even though she required every student to complete a research project, her classes were extremely popular. I suddenly remembered that Roxy was taking one of her upper-levels this semester.
I slowly walked around the room, stopping in front of each chair, shoulders back and feet apart. Everyone, man and woman alike, glanced up at my boobs then leaned forward to stare at my cunt up close.
An older woman said, "If my womanhood looked like that, I'd show it off, too." Her husband looked at her in shock.
Dr. Sims nodded approvingly at Roxy as I stood in front of her. She actually reached out and smiled as she felt my smooth pubis. I smiled back.
Next was the young woman who came by herself. She extended her hand. "Rebecca," she said. I nodded gave her a half-smile. Who the hell was she, anyway?
"I'm Dr. Sims' grad student," she said, reading my mind. "Almost done with my masters thesis on the effects of repetitive arousal and orgasms on cognitive--"
As if I cared. I stepped in front of the next couple, and the husband said, "Can--can we get a closer look?" His wife elbowed him. Hard.
Roxy said, "Of course. Sukie, why don't you sit up here?" and pointed towards the dining room table, which she'd covered with a mat. I hopped up and propped my heels on the backs of two chairs, then leaned backwards on my hands and spread my legs wide apart to fully expose my cunt. There were more gasps, but everyone crowded around.
The women pushed in first, elbowing the men out of the way.
"I-is that what mine looks like?"
"Mine, too?"
Dr. Sims said, "Yes, ladies. It's typical that even adult women have never actually seen a vulva up close, so let's all take a look." Roxy placed a box of tissues on the table next to me just as Dr. Sims spread my labia with the fingers of one hand and pointed at my inner parts with a finger from the other hand. "You see the labia minora here. Feel how they swell up with arousal--"
I inhaled as fingers suddenly began stroking me. "Men, you too. This is important. Her clitoris is here, just above the urethra-" She was giving the group a touch-and-feel tour of my cunt!
One of the men asked if I was always so wet. His wife said, "You try being naked in front of a bunch of strangers and see how that feels." She blushed. "Not that I'd really know--"
"Now between the labia," Dr. Sims continued, "look at all these folds. That's her hymen, and the true vagina begins just behind it-" She plunged a finger inside me, and everyone laughed nervously when I squealed. She pulled her finger out and stepped aside, wiping it off with one of Roxy's tissues. "Rebecca, please take over."
Rebecca took her place between my legs. "You can see she is becoming more aroused from the amount of lubrication accumulating between the labia here--" she said, stroking my outer parts. "This allows the vagina to tolerate further penetration, as you can see." She slid two fingers inside me and twisted them around. I sighed as a warm feeling spread deep inside my middle, and sighed again when she suddenly stopped.
"Dr. Sims," she said, "she has a prominent G-spot. What do you think?"
Rebecca took her fingers out and Dr. Sims pushed two of hers in and said, "Right you are. OK, everyone needs to learn this--especially you men. I want each of you to slide your finger between mine and feel carefully along the front wall of her vagina. Men first. Find the girl's G-spot now and your assignment tonight will to find your wives'--" The women in the room all laughed nervously. "-and I'll expect your reports on my desk in the morning." Everybody laughed at that one, and even through my mask I sensed the tension drop and a bolder attitude spread through the group.
