During the cocktail hour — I didn't know how high I would be able to get on Mountain Dew — I wandered down one of the hallways outside the ballroom. There were twenty photographic portraits on the wall, ten men on one side of the hall and ten women across on the other side. The orientation of the pictures was "portrait", the men were dressed in business suits (7 of them), two were in military uniforms and one particularly handsome man was wearing a casual suit with open shirt collar. Nine of the women's pictures were portrait orientation. Six of them looked just like a high school or college senior yearbook picture except that you could not see the top of the dress in the picture. These six pictures all were strategically cropped so that the top of the breasts were exposed. They may all have been naked, but there was no way of knowing for sure. Three of the pictures featured women obviously naked, one was wearing a judicial robe open at the front exposing her body except for a law book modestly covering her pussy. Another was a woman wearing a military jacket, again open to reveal most of her breasts, and nothing else. Her completely shaved pussy was in plain sight. My mind wandered to a picture of her imaginary court martial for disgracing a military uniform. The tenth picture was the only one with a landscape orientation; it featured a completely naked woman lying on a bear-skin rug. Her fingers were inserted in her pussy.
I was studying the pictures, especially the most "provocative" ones when an older woman, probably in her early 50's, completely naked except for badge, came up behind me. Age was beginning to have an effect on her looks, but she still conveyed a sense of beauty from a woman aging gracefully and holding onto her natural good looks.
"How do you like our wall for fame?" I acknowledged it was very interesting and unusual for the corridor of a college. She extended her hand to me, "I'm Marge Benson, president of Blanke Schande."
"Do you mean to tell me even the president of the college goes around completely naked?" I asked.
"Of course, it would be a fundamental violation of our core beliefs and mission if I were to wear anything. All women are naked all the time, students, staff, faculty, . . . .and administration."
"Is this woman really a judge?" I asked about the woman in the judicial rubes.
"Yes, and Colonel Benoit was in the military, but the picture was taken after she retired."
"And the woman on the rug?" All of the pictures had a name plate, hers read "Judith Applegate" and below it in a slightly larger font "Fonda Peters."
"Fonda and Paul Snider, over here" she pointed to the handsome man in the casual suit, "started making soft core pornographic movies while in school here. After graduation, they moved to Hollywood, got married, and have build a movie-making empire. Fonda, as she has aged, has gotten into writing, producing and directing. This spring she and Paul between them won 3 Adult Video News Awards, the Oscars of Porn."
She said this with a tremendous sense of pride. "Isn't that career path antithetical to the core beliefs and mission of Blanke Schande?" I asked.
"Not at all, they are both in touch with who and what they are, they are furthering self-expression with no apologies, and they have succeeded in building a business empire. What better measure of success could a graduate of Blanke Schande hope to achieve?"
I pointed to a beautiful strawberry blond woman in one of the pictures. The photograph showed that she was completely naked with a microphone strategically covering her cunt. I'm sorry, but that's what it was doing. "This woman looks very familiar. Have I ever seen her before?"
"Probably," Marge responded, "she is a reported for one of the cable news networks. She graduated from our Communications School. Let's get back to the ballroom. I've got to welcome our guests."
The usual mingling and greeting you would expect from a reunion was ending, and when the cocktail hour was over we all moved to the tables. I introduced Marge to my parents and she excused herself to move to the head table.
The waitstaff politely placed a white linen cloth on the chairs of the naked women. I must have looked puzzled, then Mom whispered in my ear, "Just in case someone oozes."
Suddenly it seemed quite necessary. As we were waiting on the meal to be served I noticed about 7 naked reunion guests, including Mom. I made that assessment based on the ages, but there were 4 girls my age who were also naked but not part of the naked wait staff. I figured out they were the daughters of guests. I wasn't sure if they were actually students, or like Kate, future enrollees trying to get a jump on the nature of things, or just daughters who were taking advantage of the situation to shed their inhibitions and clothes.
Lisa and her husband and Kate, unfortunately, chose to sit with us, to my complete disgust. The first thing Kate said to me was, "A bit overdressed for the occasion, aren't you?"
I wanted to reply "A bit overly snarky for the occasion, aren't you?" but controlled my tongue. I didn't like that girl. Lisa wore a pair of hoop earrings about 3 inches in diameter. She also had matching hoop nipple rings that actually pierced her nipples. Kate had matching earrings, but her hooped nipple rings were attached by a wire like Mom's nipple rings.
While we were waiting for the 1st course to be served I saw one of the guests climb on the table on her hands and knees and spread here ass cheeks for everyone to see her ass hole. I was appalled. She remained in that position for about 2 minutes. Later another woman climbed on another table, bent backwards supporting herself with her hands so that her cunt was presented for everyone to see. I asked my mother what was going on. Kate interjected herself into our conversation and proceeded to answer that question. She explained that the women were "presenting", a ritual that takes place before all events including classes. Knowing that the boys are suffering from hormone overload, just to relieve their condition, the women, all of whom were much more comfortable with the clothing arrangement, would expose themselves for 2 minutes so that all male curiosity was satisfied. Presenting usually involved the exposure of the cunt or the ass hole so that everyone would get an eye full. Kate told everyone at the table about the disrobing ritual, but presumably everyone except me already knew about it. On the first day of class, all incoming students gather in the auditorium and at the end of the orientation session, about an hour in, the women are given a bag and they disrobe and place all their clothing including shoes into the bag. While on campus, they are to remain that way for 4 years.
As if on cue as she completed that story, two other women and one young girl disrobed and put their clothing to the side. That brought the number of naked reunion members to 9 and daughters to 5. I just assumed the numbers would be increasing as the weekend went on. One thing I knew was that the daughter count would never get to 100%.
As the meal was being completed, Dr. Benson went to the rostrum. She welcomed all of us to Blanke Schande. She was extremely proud of this convention center which was part of the School of Hospitality where students were trained in hotel management and culinary arts. She said that the facility was not only self-sufficient financially but it was a huge profit center. Many businesses came to the center for business meetings, team building weekends, etc. The "textiled" world was naturally attracted to the freedom and atmosphere provided by Blanke Schande. She reported that there had been a municipal golf course adjacent to the campus that was losing money. The college took it over and, by imposing the college dress code, had turned it around to profitability. Town residents started flocking to the course. She said that she had set aside a block of tee times for the class members who wanted to enjoy a round of golf tomorrow.
Finally, she said that the whole campus was available for the class to sit in on classes tomorrow. She told us we could check with the hostesses for the professors and classes that we might want to visit. I followed Mom and Dad to one of the tables staffed by a naked hostess. Dad, who had studied business wanted to go to some of the classes in that school, but Mom and I had no interest in that. She was looking for some of the professors she had had when she was in school, but couldn't find any still here after 20 years. Dr. Benson came over to us and when she saw Mom was having trouble locating a class she wanted to attend, Marge suggested we sit in on Dr. Maddie O'Brien's freshman English class. She said Maddie was finishing her 2nd year on the staff and was one of the student favorites who always had interesting classes. We got the information and decided both of us would take in her class.
Mom and Dad said they wanted to play golf in the afternoon and got a 2:20 tee time. The hostess suggested I might want to go the pool and gave me directions. I asked what the dress code was and she smiled and replied, "Whatever you want it to be."
"So I can wear my bikini and don't need to disrobe?"
"Of course not, you are our guest and we want you to be comfortable no matter what you choose."
Mom and Dad mingled some more and around 11:00 we went back to our room. I went into the bathroom and took off the shorts I had been wearing, took off my tank top and changed into my nightshirt with my panties. When I came back into the room Mom had removed her jewelry and makeup, Dad had slipped into a pair of pajamas. We talked about the evening a little but nothing noteworthy.
