Dr. Tailor made quite a show when she announced that that our class would be held in the nude on National Nude Day! Well, I thought, ain't that just too special. In most parts of the country this would be pretty much a joke, basic silliness; but not in California. And certainly not in the heart of Northern California where the last vestiges of the hippy culture remain firmly entrenched.
For those of us attending Mountain County Community College it meant that if the professor said, "Show up naked if you want credit for the course" you better show up naked, starkers, without clothing, your butt in the breeze, your pecker leading the way. What a way to make my day!
As I said it was a show; at 5'9" and a comfortable 180 pounds, Dr. Sharon Tailor cut quite a figure as she instructed our class in Human Sexuality. As usual she was conducting the class dressed in heels and an astonishingly white lab coat, not a spot of dust or dirt anywhere. After reviewing the day's lesson and showing us a short film on Chlamydia she moved to the front of the class and demanded our attention in her most important voice.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I have an important announcement today," with that she whipped off her lab coat and stood there bare ass naked. Sporting a big smile and laughing a bit she grasped her substantial breasts in each hand, gave them a nice shake, tweaked her large red nipples and raised her arms up over her head saying, "Our next class will be on National Nude Day and as this is a class in Human Sexuality, we're going to do it in the nude. Yes, each and every one of you who hope to pass this class will show up absolutely naked just as I am now! Any questions?"
To say that her 40 students were shocked would be an understatement; most of us just gaped and stared. Frankly, as I looked at her my first thought was, "I'd fuck her in a heartbeat." It wasn't that she was great looking, but she did get my attention with her nice tidy teacher face and her large frame, wide set hips, nice large, soft looking bottom and a dense nest of curly brown hair between her legs. She might as well have been wearing fuzzy panties because it was nearly impossible to make out any detail of her pussy. As for her tits, well I didn't have that much experience, but they were big and imposing probably a solid size 40 D cup topped with large red areoles and nipples that looked to be hard as stone, pointing up, way up and off to the side as though as they didn't really want to meet one another.
"Hah, you look shocked; but, hear this I want each of you to understand that the human body is a joy to behold in any form. Each of us is special and unique in our own way. So take a good look as I stand here before you, see me as I really am!"
With that she dropped her hands to her side and stepped up onto a high lab stool, saying, "Because I choose to maintain a natural bush it is difficult to see into my vaginal area, this may help." Then she spread her legs as widely as possible and using her fingers, she spread her labia equally wide displaying her big, wet pink gash. "On Nude Day we will each show ourselves to the class and in this way, I hope, demystify much of the nonsense that surrounds our perceptions of each other."
"Since you appear to be too shocked to ask questions, understand that you may come to class wearing a covering of your choice, but once here it comes off and you will experience the entire class completely nude." She slipped her lab coat back on, walked over to the door and opened it for us as we left, each of us quiet and lost in our own thoughts.
I enrolled in the class because it had the reputation of being a very easy grade and some of the guys said it was a great place to pick up girls; and I thought might learn something, after all it ain't like I was Mister Experience. The closest I'd ever been to an actual vagina was on my 18th birthday when I treated myself to a local prostitute.
About 8 miles from my home rumor had it that there was a prostitute who worked out of a little house near an industrial district. After the family settled down from our celebratory luncheon I told everyone I wanted go for a drive and think. The folks thought that was a great idea as I was a man now. In short order I was cruising the streets around the plants and then I saw it. Sure enough it was as described, a small pale grey house with a few small flower beds in the front yard; the porch light was shining brightly. My friends said if the light was on she was open for business.
I parked down the block and walked directly, albeit nervously to her house, checking often for anyone I might know, but nope, not a soul in sight at 3 pm in the afternoon, just a quiet street. To tell the truth I was scared to death, but determined to give up my virginity. I wiped my sweaty hands on my pants and rang the door bell. In just seconds a nice looking woman in her 30's opened the door, smiled at me and said, "Please, come in."
Based on her accent I determined that she was from Eastern Europe, perhaps Russia. She was about 5'5" maybe 140 pounds; dressed like every housewife I'd ever seen wearing a pale blue house dress and slippers. She had wavy brown hair, bright blue eyes, small hands, big tits and a shy gentle smile. She guided me into a small sitting room with a couple of chairs and a love seat; it reminded me of any number of my relatives living rooms, small but very neat and tidy, little lace dollies and an occasional ashtray. She asked me quietly, "Take seat, you look nervous, don't be, everything will be good for you. Is this to be your first time?" "Mam ..." I stuttered?
"You are nice looking young man, I am thinking this may be your first time for sex, is this yes?"
"Yes Mam," I said, "I'm sorry I don't know what to do."
She laughed a small kind laugh and said, "Not to worry, all will be good for you. So tell me, what would you like for this time? Just a nice suck on your cock or perhaps just to fuck? Or maybe, you would like everything, suck, fuck and like that, hmm?"
"Yes Mam, it's my birthday and I want everything, but first, ah, how much will that be?"
"For you, your first time, but for everything, I make special price of $ 100 dollars, is ok?"
I nodded my head and took out my wallet counting five twenty dollar bills and handing them to her. She smiled at me then stood up, gently caressed my head, took my hand and led me into her bedroom. It was a reflection of the living room, small, neat and tidy, furnished as almost any bedroom I'd ever seen would be furnished with pictures of flowers scattered about on the walls. It was very surreal to me, sort of like I was in my Aunt's house about to do what I should not be doing.