I stood behind the podium in the school auditorium. Behind me was the rest of my graduating class, the 250 of them that managed to make it through four years of high school. I had gone to school with nearly all of them since ninth grade, and a few since kindergarten. In front of me was the audience: parents, grandparents, brothers, and sisters of the graduating students. Teachers, some of whom had taken me under their wing and nurtured me as a star pupil. My guidance counselor, Mrs. Edwards, who comforted me when Harvard and Yale turned me down. The principal, the district superintendent, and members of the school board. All eyes were on me as I gave my valedictory speech.
"...No, as the word would suggest, commencement isn't an ending, but a beginning. This is not the end for any of us, but the beginning of the next phase of life..."
The harsh polyester material of my graduation gown rubbed against my shoulders and my bare breasts. Unbeknownst to anyone else there, I was completely naked underneath. The rest of my body, below my chest, felt the occasional brush of the gown fabric, but mostly all I felt was air. Around my waist. Around my legs.
"...But we shouldn't forget all of the memories we have here at Lincoln High. The friendships we made, the classes we attended, the clubs we joined, the events we enjoyed together. These things shaped us as individuals, and we can take these experiences with us wherever we go..."
My nipples were rock hard, both from the friction of the gown and from the excitement of my secret nudity. I didn't think anyone could tell, not from the distance anyone in the audience was from me. In a few moments it wouldn't matter, though.
"...Above all, what I learned, and what I hope each of my classmates learned, was that we should be honest with ourselves, and present ourselves honestly to the world. No secrets, no cover-ups..."
In one swift motion I reached behind me, unzipped my gown, and let it fall to the floor. I was stark naked in front of my entire class and an audience of several thousand people. The audience could see me from my breasts up; everything else was hidden by the podium. My classmates, however, could see my entire backside. My long auburn hair cascaded down my hourglass figure, stopping mid-back and leaving my round, full ass completely exposed to them. For a moment I felt as though I had left my body and could see myself from the point of view of my classmates.
There was a gasp, and a loud murmur, as hundreds of camera flashes went off at once.
"THIS is honesty," I said as I stepped out in front of the podium, reveling my full frontal nudity to the crowd. "THIS is innocence. If there is anything I have learned in my eighteen years, it's not to be afraid of who I am, and to show that to the world!"
As innocent as I claimed it was, the itch inside my moist sex was growing exponentially. My exposure to all of these people had itself pushed me to near the brink of orgasm. I had to run off, not out of embarrassment but to find somewhere secluded - the girl's bathroom maybe - where I could frig myself in private.
I heard someone scream. I turned to see some old lady making the same piercing, high pitch scream over and over.
My eyes popped open. The scream I thought I heard turned out to be an alarm clock. I was in bed. Only after turning off my alarm did I realize that the graduation ceremony was actually a dream. Commencement was next week Tuesday, and I still needed to finish my speech.
There were two aspects of the dream that were true to real life. The first was that I was indeed naked. I had been sleeping in the raw most nights since my first outdoor nude experience back in March. In fact, most of my time to myself (not that you get a lot of time to yourself when you live with your parents and two siblings) I had spent au naturel. Maybe I was becoming a nudist, or at least an at-home-alone nudist. Well, alone or sometimes with my two friends, Sarah and Lana.
The second aspect of my dream that was true to waking life was that I was indeed horny nearly to the point of orgasm. I had heard that guys could cum in their dreams - wet dreams, I heard them called. I wondered what they dreamt about when they had them. The thought of waking up in a puddle made me snicker a bit. Anyway, I thought maybe what I was experiencing was something similar, but it hadn't quite gotten me there. Close... oh, so close.
I rubbed my legs together and could feel the slipperiness in between. I felt myself, and even my outer lips were wet and slick. It wouldn't take much. I decided to go for it, and quickly, since I needed to shower and get ready for school. I pressed down on my clit and rubbed it firmly while I pictured myself still nude in front of all of those people.
That was all it took. My back arched, my toes curled, and my legs squeezed together, trapping my hand between them. Heat and wetness washed over my fingers as waves of pleasure washed over me. In a few moments I came back down to earth and my breathing returned to normal. It wasn't nearly as good as it could have been, but I didn't want to waste a lot of time.
I got out of bed and wiped my fingers off with some tissues. I drew the blinds to my window and leisurely stretched in front of it. It was a beautiful, sunny day in early June with deep blue skies. I knew that during the day, with my lights off, no one could see into my room. I had checked this a few weeks ago. From the outside, it acted as a one-way mirror. I enjoyed seeing the bright outdoors and still imagined that all the world was watching as I sensuously raised my hands above my head, thrusting my tits up and out.
It would be awesome to be out there nude, nothing coming between my skin and the warmth and sunshine. It was just a fantasy, though. Oh, nothing legally could prevent me from going out as I was. But society would have something else to say about it. My parents. Our neighbors. Our pastor. I had already started two summer jobs: one making subs, the other as an occasional beat reporter for the local newspaper. Would I be able to continue either if my nudist tendencies became public knowledge?
No, fantasies of outdoor nudity in broad daylight would have to remain just that: fantasies.
Back to reality. I had to shower and get ready for school. Should I bother with the bathrobe? I was enjoying being naked so much. At the hostel in Madison a few weeks back, I walked nude to the bathroom and back and no one saw me. No big deal. That was in a public place. This was here, in my own home. I should be able to walk to the bathroom in my own home without covering up, shouldn't I?
I opened my door and stepped into the hallway. I had gotten two steps out when the door to my parents' bedroom opened.
"Julie!!" my dad shouted.
"Eek!" I screamed, and went dashing down to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.
I heard footsteps as my dad came down the hall. "Julie, can you please think about other people? You mother and I don't care what you do when no one else is around, but could you please show some consideration when we're here? Do you really want Jim or Janette to see you?" Jim and Janette are my brother and sister. Jim was in tenth grade and Janette was in seventh.
Did Mom and Dad know about my nudist proclivities? I honestly didn't know.
"I'm sorry, Dad," I said. "I thought everyone else was asleep."
"Just... PLEASE... cover up when other people are around? Ok?"
"Ok, Dad. I'm sorry." I wasn't sorry. I was annoyed, to tell you the truth, aside from being embarrassed as well. But this was my own home, and I should be able to dress or not dress as I please.
After my shower I wrapped a towel around me for the trip back to my room.
