My first experience with window dressing (or undressing) was extremely thrilling but I soon learned there were repercussions to my naughty behavior. The very next day my roommates and I started getting a slew of obscene phone calls that were obviously the result of my naked adventure. Before I go on allow me to explain my dorm situation and the dorm phone system.
I lived in Burnette Hall which had limited access. There was a gigantic lounge at the main entrance where guys could socialize with girls, and we shared the dining hall with the coed dorm across the street. Other than that guys were prohibited from entering the inner residence area of the dorm. In the lobby there was an alphabetically listed directory of every girl in the dorm along with her room number. There were also house phones in the lobby where people could dial up the room number to call a land line in the individual occupant's room. It was common knowledge that the house phone system had been hacked which allowed rooms to be called from any phone.
With Burnette Hall being a large complex with numerous wings and the rooms being a combination of letters and numbers I had been sure my room number wouldn't be obvious to anybody who viewed my naked window dressing performance. Since guys couldn't roam the halls and figure out my room number they must have gained insight (possibly innocent) from some girl or girls in my dorm. With the knowledge of my room number guys could call our land line and express their perverted appreciation of my widow dressing.
There was always a problem with the occasional obscene call where a guy dialed a randomly selected room, but the flurry of calls we received after my performance was obviously in response to my exhibitionism. The callers didn't know the name of the girl they had seen in the window so they talked dirty to whoever answered the phone. Due to the relentless barrage of calls my roommates grew paranoid that they were being stalked. I felt bad that my actions were causing them to worry so I made a partial confession that I might be innocently responsible for the calls. I told them I had undressed to take a shower before noticing the curtains weren't fully closed. I thought I was doing my sisterly duty to put their minds at ease that they weren't being individually stalked, and provide a possible reason for the spate of obscene calls. Unfortunately my roommates became adversarial and blamed me for intentionally inviting the lewd calls. After that whenever my roommates answered a lewd call they would call out "Pam, it's for you." In order to teach me a lesson my roommates threatened to make my life a living hell if I didn't take the calls. Worse yet was the fact that by calling out my name my roommates were identifying me to the pervy callers. There were hundreds of girls living in Burnette hall but with some diligence a guy could study the directory in the lobby to connect the room number with my first name to discover my full name.
I was glad I had made the window dressing look accidental so as not to look like the total slut that I really wanted to be. The fact that my roommates forced me to listen to obscene calls was just as abusive as the calls themselves. Many of the calls were very uncreative and boring but some were so absolutely degrading that they brought me to tears. Though sparing my roomies the paranoia of believing they were being stalked, I now was very paranoid that I was being stalked, especially when the callers started asking for me by name. There were a few (very few) calls that were a bit more subtle and expressed gratitude for seeing my body and encouraging me to show it again. I have to admit that I felt some arousal along with my embarrassment during these more subtle calls.
We reported the calls to campus security and they said they would do what they could (whatever that meant.) Whenever I was alone in the room I would not answer the phone or immediately hang up if it was an obscene call. When my roommates forced me to take a call I would merely listen for a minute of two before hanging up. I never engaged in conversation or encouraged the callers. After a couple of days the number of calls began to decrease some but didn't stop entirely. Though the calls dampened my desire to window dress it didn't kill the exhibitionist urge entirely. I still wanted to show off but needed to find a safer way to do it.
Five days after the calls started my roommate, Michelle, seemed to be softening her stance of punishing me for my indiscretion. It was a Sunday evening which was usually a pretty mellow time in the dorm. Any partying on the weekend was over but nobody was serious about studying yet until classes resumed on Monday. My other roommate Terri had gone home for the weekend and had not yet returned. I was casually lounging around in my modest sleepwear which consisted of pajama pants and a long sleeve tee shirt. Michelle and I were mellowing out with some weed and were joined by our next door neighbors, Sherry and Sue (here forth referred to as the "2 S's.") Michelle had become close friends with the neighbor girls but I wasn't very close to them. Sherry and Sue were hard core partiers and I was a light weight who was still learning my limits so we didn't have a lot in common. I accepted the 2 S's since they were friends with Michelle.
We all got high together in a casual setting but eventually the subject of the obscene calls and my 'accidental' window dressing came up. Michelle continued to express that she doubted my exposure had been entirely accidental. Since she was already close to the 2 S's it was easy for them to ally with my roommate who expressed a belief that I should suffer further punishment for my indiscretions.
In a half joking, half adversarial tone of voice Michelle suggested "If you showed yourself accidentally as you claim you need to be taught a lesson so you'll be more careful in the future. If it was intentional you need to be punished more severely."
Michelle pulled the cord to fully open the curtains as she turned to her friends and said "I think we should strip her naked to teach her a lesson."
I already knew Michelle had a mean streak but I thought she was joking at first. I barely had time to express any dissent before my roommate charged at me followed closely by her two friends. I was sitting on the edge of my bed and tried to scoot back away from my attackers as they grabbed at my limbs and clothes. I was successful in squirming away from them briefly but I soon found myself being dragged to the middle of the room in front of the window. I still thought they were just engaging in a mean spirited tease and didn't take the threat entirely seriously. There was a lot of laughing, screaming and grabbing by everybody involved.
When the girls began pulling at my clothes it very quickly became obvious to me that they weren't just playing around. It was impossible to defend myself against three attackers but I managed to briefly maintain some modesty. I had to hold one arm across my chest to keep my top from being pulled up, and I held the front of my pajama pants with my other hand. The girls yanked my pants off of my ass but I held tight to the front to keep from losing the garment entirely. Since I had prepared for bed I wasn't wearing any underwear so the two pieces of clothing were the only thing covering me.
As the girls grabbed and yanked at my arms and clothes there was some incidental poking and grabbing of my ribs which made me jerk and squeal in response. When the girls discovered how ticklish I was they concentrated more on poking and tickling me than they did in assaulting my clothing. I was soon constantly screaming with laughter as I tried to squirm away from the tormenting hands. I doubled over and fell to the floor where I tried to roll up in a fetal position to protect myself. I was laughing so much that I had trouble catching my breath. The constant poking and tickling and laughing weakened me as they pulled my legs out straight and broke my grip on my jammy pants. The girls pantsed me leaving my lower body completely naked.
When Michelle saw my bald pussy she began taunting me about shaving in order to expose my pussy more clearly. As my roommate she had seen me changing clothes before and knew that the hairless pussy was a new development. In her mind my shaved pussy was further proof that my window dressing might have been intentional. When she taunted me about it I vehemently denied the accusation (even though she was totally correct.)
