This is my first attempt at a story. It is based on real events but the names have been changed to protect the innocent.
My life up to that point didn't prepare me for college. It was true in many ways, but most of all it was true when it came to women. I used to joke that I attended the world's ugliest High School, and maybe it wasn't far from the truth. What few girls I did find attractive growing up didn't really have any interest in me, so I found myself arriving at college an 18-year-old virgin.
And I chose my college well. I never confirmed it but I heard a rumor that Playboy Magazine had ranked it in their top 10 most beautiful schools in the country. I spent my whole first week on campus in a virtual daze, wandering around and taking in the "sights". And since I lived in a co-ed dorm, I never had far to look.
I made fast friends with the girl in the room right across from mine. She was ironically a prototypical girl next door. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and she was maybe 5'4. She loved sports and was very athletic. She was a jogger but she still had some girly baby fat. Her name was Beth, and although it seemed like she would be an ideal first girlfriend, it never quite happened. Not in that way, at least.
It was probably my fault. Like I said, I was completely unprepared for someone like Beth to come along when she did. I was smart in some ways, and completely stupid in others. Well, maybe not stupid. Naïve and idealistic may have been a better description. I had the crazy idea that I would marry the first girl I kissed, and that probably helped to sabotage every potential relationship, up to and including Beth and beyond. But what probably killed her desire to ever have a relationship with me was that about a week or two into our freshman year I confided to her that I was attracted to another one of the girls in our dorm. I don't think she ever got over that, so although there was always a hint of sexual tension, for our freshman year we remained just friends. We didn't really have much of a choice anyway, since we lived right across from each other and hung out with the same people.
Our friends are where this story actually begins. Beth was a bit of a big talker. Even though she was a girl next door type, she would occasionally drop hints that she had a wild side that nobody ever saw. Finally, at a study break social right before finals, we cornered her and all but dared her to show us her wild and crazy side.
We were clustered at a table in the dining hall, where they were serving breakfast in the evening, which was our school's study break tradition. We were all a little hyper from the pancakes and maple syrup, when Beth made another casual remark about how crazy she could get. This time Stocker (we all called him Stocker, when you have a last name that sounds cooler than your first, that's what you get called) dared her to stop talking about crazy things and actually do something. Beth dared him right back. Stocker challenged her to a game of strip poker, which got everyone's attention. Beth raised her arms in the air. "All right, let's do it!" she yelled, "Who else is in? Woo hoo!"
In the end there were six of us... there was Beth and Stocker, Stocker's roommate Stuart, me and two other girls in our dorm, Gina and June. We all gathered in Gina and June's room. Our strip poker game was doomed from the start. Nobody had a deck of cards. The only thing that we could find was a deck of Uno cards. So that's what we played. Strip Uno. Whoever would win a round would be the only one not to lose an article of clothing that round.
If you've ever played a game of Uno, you'd know that the more people that were playing, the longer it will take to get through a hand... so we played for a good hour and got through only 3 hands. I think by that point most of us were having second thoughts about showing off our bodies in front of our friends and were secretly relieved. It didn't help that nearly everyone went and put on a few extra layers of clothing before we actually started playing. Stuart had put on several pairs of boxers. Gina had been stripped to a bikini top, and I couldn't stop looking at her bare neckline, flushed red from the excitement. Beth, to everyone's annoyance, won two of the three hands and had barely lost any clothing. I, on the other hand, was both stupid enough not to put on any more clothes and unlucky enough to lose all three hands. I was shirtless (not that that really mattered) and idly wondering whether I was going to have to take off my jeans when Stocker got mad at Beth for gloating about winning and mooned her. Somehow that signaled the end of the game. Stuart mooned him back. In the chaos of the moment, with their two base asses facing each other, is when I stood up and announced that I had lost the game, and unbuttoned and pulled down my jeans, showing my tighty-whities to anyone who might have been paying attention. I didn't think anyone was. Everyone pulled up their pants within a few seconds, and then we all had the crazy idea to go parading around our dorm in our various states of undress, which we did, right past all of the good students who were sitting in the study room actually studying for finals, me with my shirt draped over my head. We were all still a little crazy from the sugar I guess, but by the time our little lap around the dorm was over we sort of wandered back to our own rooms for the night.
The whole incident was forgotten for the next couple of days since we were all busy with finals. I was lucky in that my roommate moved out early, and I had the room to myself for the rest of the semester. I never considered myself an exhibitionist, but I did have an urge to walk around naked after my showers. I don't know where the urge came from, but I would indulge it whenever I was reasonably sure I wouldn't be disturbed. Sunday morning rolled around and I took my morning shower and plopped down on my bed in just a towel to listen to the radio. The local oldies station played a "Beatle Brunch" every Sunday morning from 9am to 11am, and for two hours I did very little except lie in bed in my towel and stare at the clouds outside my window, enjoying the music. When 11am rolled around I stayed in place, too lethargic to move.
Usually between 11:15 and 11:30am was when our little group would gather together to go down to brunch. It was usually Beth that came to my door to fetch me, and on the occasions when I was still in my towel or less I used to love to torment her by shouting "I'm naked at the moment!" when she knocked. When the knock came that morning I hopped out of bed and ran to the peephole, losing the towel along the way and dragging it along behind me. Sure enough Beth was standing out there alone. "I'm naked at the moment!" I yelled. I never expected what happened next.
"Cool, can I see?" She asked.
I froze in place. Was she serious? "Err..." I mumbled. I doubt she even heard me through the door.
"That's fine, I'll let myself in," she said.
There was never really any danger living in our dorms, so I didn't obsessively lock the door every time I was in the room. It was usually locked though. The odds were probably at least 9 times out of 10. There was no way she was getting in. I looked at the lock and almost panicked. It was unlocked!
I heard her turn the handle and then pause. Maybe she was shocked herself that the door was actually unlocked. Maybe she was bluffing. I had gone about halfway across the room to start getting dressed, and I wrapped my towel tightly around my waist and held it with both hands. What do I do? Do I run to the door and try to keep her out? Do I really want to stop Beth from coming in here to see me like this? Either the latter was true or it was sheer indecision that kept me frozen in place.
Beth opened the door, stepped inside, closed it behind her, and locked it. She immediately stared at the towel around my waist. "You weren't kidding," she said.
Part of me was terrified, but part of me was getting turned on. Was Beth really interested in seeing me like this? "You weren't bluffing," I replied.
