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A Freshman's Tale
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Hey everybody, it's me, Alison! A while back, I said I'd get around to writing about my first few days on Campus here, and, despite my best efforts, time got away from me and prevented that from happening... until now at least. Let me start off by saying that it is most definitely not my intention to come off as pretensious here. I know this is a big school and EVERYBODY has a story about their first days, and that mine aren't all that special in the grand scheme of things. Still, I think they're worth writing about for a couple of reasons. First of all, because some people over on the forums showed an interest in my affairs, and, if I have an audience, why should't I play for them? Second of all, I think a lot of people have a hard time adjusting to life on campus, and if reading about my experiences can help any future students to adjust and feel a little less alone and confused, then I will have done something very, very good. Lastly, I like to write, and I can use the practice.

Before I continue, let me just say this to clear up any confusion: All succeeding entries will be written by me, but posted by my good friend Liz, mostly because she's much better with computers than I am, and I still can't see images on my PC that don't immediately turn into boxed red x's. It was my original intention to write a text only diary regarding my first semester, but, after discussing the matter with Liz, we decided that including visual aids could realy spice things up. Apparently, my early adventures generated a lot of photographs, many of which were a little... compromising. Luckily, most of those pictures (I hope) were sent to Liz for safe keeping. So, the plan is for me to write the text and send it over to Liz, who will add the (edited for decency) illustrations, and then post the whole thing herself.

Well, thats all I have in the way of introductions. I leave you in my roommate's capable hands. Hope you enjoy the story!

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Hey everybody, it's me, Liz! They say a picture is worth a thousand words, and since I'm the one providing the pictures here, I think that makes this my story more than Alison's, but I'll let her take the lead anyway, even though I'm the one who has to post it... So, without further adu, take it away Ally!

"A Freshman's Tail"
By Alison Anderson
Edited by Elizabeth Tremain

"My First Day" Part 1

The Spring semester was already coming to a close when I transfered over from Hartland. I'd spent the better part of a year there, doing my best to get by, but for some reason I just couldn't get comfortable. I guess, if I had to put my finger on it, I'd say it all boils down to a lack of a sense of community. Hartland was a fine school (and my fathers alma mater, a point of fact that, more than anything else, made the decision to transfer over to CU a difficult one) but I simply felt as if I was going through the motions, going to classes, getting my grades and then going home (as another aside, Hartland was close enough to my house that it didn't make sense to live on campus, a point of fact that also contributed to my eventual decision.) At no point did I ever feel as if I was a part of something that gave my actions any kind of definition or meaning. I know a lot of people sleepwalk through their freshman year, but I just couldn't take it anymore. After finally coming to terms with my dad, I settled on CUNT as my choice. It was in my price range and it was every bit as academically well regarded as Hartland, but I could tell right away, just by visiting the website that it had that elusive sense of community that I was looking for. In addition to that, it was far enough away from home that I'd finally have the space and the freedom I'd need to grow. Or at least that's what I was hoping for. Did it all pan out? Well, lets not get ahead of ourselves. This is about my first day after all...

I got off the bus at the University Street entrance. I figured it was the closest to the Harlowe dorm, and I didn't want to waste any time getting settled in. I imagine that, for most people, the fear, reluctance or confusion of setting foot on a new campus for the first time is somewhat mitigated by the sights and sounds of hundreds of other students doing exactly the same thing at the same exact time, but, as a late transfer student, I received no such comfort. Only a few moments after my feet touched the ground, the bus behind me closed up and sped away, leaving me alone, surrounded by what I can only describe as a surprising silence. I don't know why, but in my head, I had imagined a college this big would be loud and noisy, a cacophony assaulting my senses right from the start. Instead, it sounded like a quiet spring day. Nothing more, nothing less, save for the gentle sound of vague and distant chatter. Shoring up my courage, I ventured onto the campus grounds, alone.

I guess I should probably describe what I was wearing before I continue. I'd read up on the dress code of course, and I was determined to avoid inspections at all costs. To that end, I was wearing a simple silver dress, some nice white sandals and... that was about it. I had debated wearing underwear, but I decided against it. I didn't think I'd get inspected, but I figured to err on the side of caution, at least on my first day. Still, I'd never gone out in public with no underpants on before, and it added to my nervousness. I kept telling myself "No one will ever know" and that seemed to keep the butterflies at bay.

As I entered the grounds, I could see the massive campus sprawling out before me. I remembered how my mom had asked me to take lots of pictures, since she hadn't had the opportunity to visit the campus before I transferred, and the image just cried out to be captured. I stopped to take the picture, and if my lack of underwear was making my stomach uneasy, what I saw next caused the bottom to fall out entirely. As I aimed my phone at the picturesque landscape before me, something wandered into the shot. Suddenly, I wasn't concerned about the landscape anymore. Instead, I was tracking the movements of a girl about my age, idly chatting on her phone as she exited the Campus, naked as the day she was born. Noticing my attention, she regarded me with a smile and a friendly wave. Dumbstruck, I took a picture, and in the next instant she was gone, the image on my phone the only evidence that I hadn't completely lost my mind.

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And this is the creature herself, straight from Alison's phone to your waiting eyeballs! I don't know who she is, but she doesn't seem bothered at all by her current naked state, or the prospect of having her picture taken in it. Damn. Take all the fun out life why don'tcha!?

I shook my head and blinked several times. I literally could not believe what I had just seen. It just didn't make any sense... she was walking awfully slow for a streaker, and I didn't see any cameras around (aside from my own) so it couldn't have been some kind of porn thing. In fact, there was nobody around at all to enjoy the view (again, other than myself) so if she was some kind of exhibitionist, she was wasting her time. She just looked so... casual? How could she be casual!? She was NAKED! It didn't make any sense. It took me a few moments to shake the incident off, but somehow I pushed it to the back of my mind and pressed on.

As I advanced further onto the campus, I began to encounter actual human activity, most of which was exactly what one would expect to find at a modern university, and I began to feel at ease. Students walking to and from class, books in hand, impromptu games of hacky sack beginning out of nowhere, young lovers snuggling in the shade, all of which I expected to see. What I didn't expect to see was a pack of five students standing around in their birthday suits while some jerk shouts orders at them. I didn't stay and watch too long, because, frankly, the whole thing scared the dickens out of me, but I assume it was some kind of hazing ritual. It was 2 guys and 3 girls, and I'm still not real clear on which fraternities or sororities were responsible for it, but I just couldn't believe they'd be bold enough to pull a stunt like that out in the open, on campus and in broad daylight! I felt so bad for all of them, but I didn't want to get caught up in anything like that on my first day, so I hurried up on my way.

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Alison didn't take any pictures of this, and, obviously, since Alison wasn't actually IN this picture, it wasn't among the many photos that were sent to me. Still, I did some digging and found this, which seems to match Alison's description. Anybody have any idea what's going on? Feel free to enlighten us with a reply!

Somewhat in a daze, I continued along the path to my dorm as the sounds of laughter and catcalls faded behind me. I remembered the dress code, and the punishments and everything I'd read on the website. I had concluded, while reading all of the official statements, that the rules were designed to prevent exactly that sort of thing from happening. The potential for abuse was obvious, but I imagined that an institution as venerable as CUNT would be above that sort of thing. No, that had to be some sort of wild stunt destined to get a whole bunch of out of control students in a lot of trouble. That first girl was probably a part of the same operation too. That sort of thing happens at universities all over the country, doesn't it? Thats what I thought at least. And then I saw another naked girl.

In my haste to get away from the hazing scene, I guess I must have made a wrong turn and ended up in Forrest Park. As soon as the trees parted, the vast green rolled out in front of me, fairly sprinkled with sunbathers working on their tans or otherwise laying about on a beautiful spring day. As I passed amongst the park patrons, I felt my pulse beginning to calm. I saw Jeans and T-Shirts on guys, I saw skirts and sundresses on girls, I saw CLOTHES! Then, in the distance, I saw something that didn't quite fit. I saw a girl lying face down on a towel, wearing a bright white bikini. That seemed odd to me however, since, if I recalled the rules properly, bikini bottoms were verboten. As I got closer however, I realized things were a little more complicated than that.

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This one is actually the genuine article. Alison actually snapped a picture of this one while she was sleeping and I got it right off her phone. The fact that she kept the pic this whole time is a bit intriguing... Poor girl doesn't even know her un-suned-buns made it to the internet! What a shame...

So, here we have a very strict and very strange dress code designed to promote modesty, and here's this girl lying out on the grass buck naked where everyone can see her. At first I thought there might have been more to the story. Her very visible tan lines made it clear that she was used to wearing bikinis. Maybe she'd passed out in the warm spring sun, and somebody had stolen her bathing suit! Or maybe she was undergoing a punishment for some sort of infraction of the dress code! Either scenario was possible I suppose, but somehow I knew that she was naked of her own free will. Maybe it was the contented look on her face or the gentleness of her sleeping sighs, or maybe it was her tan lines. That may sound strange to say, but seeing her... all out there like that, I couldn't help but think of my own sun deprived portions, and my conflicting desires to improve my body while not exposing every intimate inch of it to the whole wide world! In any case, it was so surreal I thought I might have been hallucinating, so I stood and stared for a bit, as if waiting for a bikini to magically materialize on her body. When nothing like that ended up happening, I snapped a picture with my phone and continued on my way, confused, and now trying nervously to navigate the nudity that was now all around me. Oh yeah. Naked girl wasn't alone. There were nude sunbathers scattered about here and there as far as the eye could see, and I couldn't get out of there fast enough.

I guess I was still feeling a little delirious because when I heard a voice directed at me I nearly jumped right out of my dress. Whirling around, I found myself looking at a brown haired girl, a little older than me, lying flat on her stomach, nude to all the world and regarding me with a quiet confidence as if I was the silliest little thing in that selfsame world. "Wow, you must be new around here." She said. I must have looked very shaken. I nodded mutely. "Are you lost?" She continued. Again, I nodded. "Well, where are you going?" She asked.

At last, I spoke. "The uh... the Harlow Dorms..." I managed.

"Oh, yeah you're going in the wrong direction." She said. "Turn around and head back that way, then make a right. Go straight past those buildings over there and it'll be straight ahead, you can't miss it."

"Oh, okay, thank you." I said. I stood there for a few moments, conflicted. Part of me wanted to take that as my cue to exit, but another part of me wanted answers.

"...Is something the matter?" She said in time. I can't blame her, it was kind of weird, me staring at her like that and all. I bit my lip and decided to dive right in.

"Uhm... excuse me if I'm being an idiot or something, but... is there a reason why your na... why you've got no clothes on?"

She laughed at me. "WOW, you really are new! Okay, well, can you think of a better way to get a full body tan?"

"I can think of a few that don't involve indecent exposure..." I said, not believing that I was having a conversation with a naked girl and I was the one being made to feel ridiculous.

She laughed at me, which, honestly I kind of expected at this point. Clearly, I was the crazy one here. "You've got a lot to learn, freshman!" She said through her laughter before sighing. "A lot to learn... but it's alright. You'll get used to all of this eventually, most people do."

She said it with a lot of conviction, but I didn't believe it. Still not sure I do now. In any case, another awkward silence ensued. How does one say goodbye to a naked girl? I'd never done it before, but she made it easy. She asked if I'd like to take her picture. I don't know why, but I said "sure." Almost unconsciously, I snapped a pic, thanked her and took off for the dorms walking as fast as I could without breaking into a run.

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Again, this is another one straight from Alison's phone, another beautiful unknown. If the wise old nakie girl wants to step forward and take responsibility for her sage advice, be my guest. Kinda funny how Alison snapped so many nudie pics on her first day. Curiosity, or something more? Maybe someday we'll find out

I managed to finally make it to the Harlow Dorms without further incident. Which is not to say that I didn't see anything weird along the way, I just didn't let it slow me down. In the process of wandering the halls however, I did stumble upon another disturbing distraction, this time in the form of a distraught and disembodied voice emanating from a room on what was, as of that day, my floor. I'm normally one to mind my own business, but I guess I was in a particularly alert and sensitive state at the time, and, picking up on the heavy emotions, I just had to have a listen and hear what it was about. Fixing my ear to the door, I listened in:

"No, mom, you don't understand, I CAN'T stay hear any longer! You don't know what it's like! Did you even read the website!? No! NO! It was YOU'RE Idea for me to transfer here! You said the school had a good name and it would be cheaper, but I'm telling you it's a madhouse!... I am NOT overreacting! Do you know what happened to me today!? I got inspected! No, of course you don't know what that means, because you didn't read the damn website! It means I got stopped by campus security because they saw a panty line through my dress, and they made me strip butt naked right there on the commons! And thats not even the worse part! They confiscated my clothes! For evidence, thats why! So I had to run all the way back to my dorm in the nude! No, thats what I'm trying to tell you! No, mom, listen, this is how things work around here! It's in the rules! It's on the website, we can't sue them for shit! No, you just have to get me out of here! I don't care where I have to transfer, but I can't live like this!... No, I can't come home on my own, you have to come and get me! Why? Because the airport ate my luggage, and the school confiscated the only outfit I had! That's right, I'm still butt fucking naked!!! No, my roommate thinks it's funny! She won't give me a scrap! Everybody keeps telling me I just have to chill out and get used to it, it's like they all drank the cool-aid or something!"

I guess I must have been pretty intensely focused on the conversation, because I didn't notice that her roommate had returned. Reaching around my stock-still form, she twisted the nob, and I went tumbling into the room as she opened the door. I heard the flash and click of a camera phone, and watched as the naked girl in the room tried to cover herself in vain. "Mom, I'll call you back." She said before hanging up the phone and regarding her roommate with cold distain.

"Bailing out already?" The roommate said, mockingly.

"You can have this school! Seriously!" The naked girl caustically. "Who's she?"

Suddenly, I was the subject of scrutiny. It was at this point that I realized that the roommate was naked as well. So, to recap, one more time, I'm the only clothed girl in the room, and I'm somehow the weird one. I was beginning to think I'd decided to do my undergrad work on Bizarro world! "My... uhm... I'm Alison..." I said. "I just transferred in from Hartland. This is my first day...."

"Oh! Welcome to CU!" The roommate beamed, pulling me in for an uncomfortable (for me at least) naked hug while the angry naked girl glowered. When the hug came to an end, I turned to the other girl, expecting some form of greeting, but she just folded her arms and said "Get out while you can, thats all I'm going to say! This place is insane!" With that, she pushed passed us and walked out of the room. I couldn't imagine where she'd go without any clothes on, but I guess she just couldn't bear the unpleasant company any longer. I apologized to the remaining girl for my intrusion, but she just smiled and told me not to worry about it. With that, she pointed me in the direction of my room, and I was on my way again.

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This is the girl in question, Rebecca Ducatta from Staten Island New York. I'm good friends with the girls former roommate, who took this very picture just as she and Alison entered the room. Normally we don't treat transfers quite so bad, but Rebecca was a real bitch! Seriously, she was NO fun at all, and she thought the dress code didn't apply to her just because she refused to read the website. So she gets inspected (Duh!) and now she comes back naked and crying for help? Normally we'd lend a skirt or something, but she was such a colossal bitch in the first place... well she got what she deserved is all I'm saying. She transferred out, but everybody on the floor has done their best to make sure her naked pics have been spread out all over the internet, especially to her new school! So, this is me doing my part for social justice once again. Your welcome!

And I guess thats as good a place as any to take a break. More than anything else so far, that furious naked girl really got to me. The sensibilities of everyone else on Campus seemed far removed from my own and only this girl seemed to share my shock and disbelief at all the wanton nudity I'd seen so far. Just me and this furious, exasperated naked girl driven to distraction and ready to pack up her things (which would just be her cell phone at this point I suppose) and go home crying. As I watched her bare backside exit the room, was I looking into my own future? I certainly thought I was at the time, but I was about to have an experience that would change my perspective entirely.

So, join me next time as I finally make it to my dorm room! There, I become acquainted with the floor's dress code, but, more importantly, I meet Liz and Megs for the very first time!

Which is also, coincidentally, the first (although certainly not the last) time our little Alison got naked at CU! Which reminds me... it is kind of odd that this first chapter didn't have any pictures of Alison in it, isn't it? Like I said, she really wouldn't do anything exciting herself until the next chapter, but I feel like the audience might be cheated if their not treated to at least one image of the author, for a visual reference if nothing else. So, allow me to rectify that with the picture below:

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That one was sent to me via e-mail by a student who wishes to remain anonymous. The girl in the photo is our own Alison Anderson, she of the tan-lined tities, after getting naked wasted at the study break party earlier in the year. As you can see, even red faced, cowboy hat drunk, she still retains that sliver of modesty that tells her she'd better hide the girls when somebody whips out a camera! One of the many reasons I love having her for a friend! And trust me folks, this is only the beginning!

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Well, as someone unused to 'wanton nudity' and who is obviously very, um, modest, I think you'll agree you have been lucky to find people who will truly treat you as a friend. Your friend Liz has certainly been a consistently thoughtful friend - many of the more shy girls on this campus don't find such a friend. If you hadn't, I would hate to think of what kind of things could have happened. Certainly all of those photos and videos would be everywhere, but thanks to her efforts they are certainly not known to everyone.

Very lucky indeed.

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I do believe you're right Gary! Thanks so much! We'll get into Liz in the next chapter, I promise. I hope you liked the story so far!

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I for one loved reading it, and I'm sure we all would like to hear how your time here has seemed from your point of view.

And Liz, well done illustrating all of this. I don't know if you can see it Alison, but Liz chose some very tasteful photos. That girl who was upset by all of the nudity, the one who made the phone call when you first walked into your room? She would be very happy I'm sure that you have such a nice photo of her.

I remember her actually, though I only saw her once. She was walking across campus and seemed quite nice and fairly attractive too. I was a little shy back then, and I admit I wanted to see more of her. It is true that I may have then mentioned to an inspector that she seemed to be wearing panties, a violation of the rules as you know, and the inspector did his job and made her strip then and there. She had fading tan-lines and the curtains didn't match the drapes, if you know what I mean.

I feel a bit bad about that now, and I wish I could do something to make her feel good about her time here, however brief.

I know! I'm going to forward her this little memoir of yours, photos and all!

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I also met the girl you saw sleeping naked on the grass, I recognise her from the tastefully censored photo Liz included to illustrate your piece, though I must have encountered her a couple of hours earlier, snoozing in the nude.

As I said I was much more shy back then, and even though she was very attractive I didn't have the nerve to wake her to talk. But I did gaze at her for some time. Eventually I got a little worried that she might get sunburned, after all she was sleeping and might sleep out there all day in the hot sun! So I took out my sunscreen and, careful not to wake her, I gently rubbed some onto her. I may not have applied it entirely evenly, concentrating on some areas more than others. That might have accounted for the tan-lines she had when you saw her, as she was pretty even in shade all over when I saw her. But certainly by the time I was finished there were parts of her that were very safe from burning.

Ah, memories. Thanks for bringing them back, Alison!

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Thanks for the kind words Linda! I'm glad you liked the story.

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Nope, unfortunately, I still can't see any of these images on my compy. I'm glad to hear that Liz is doing a good job of illustrating my story though. Thanks Liz!

As far as the phone call girl (the one who was calling her mom, not the one who walked right off campus in the nude) I didn't have much of a chance to get to know her, but she seemed very distraught by her situation, and I have to say that I empathize. I do wonder whatever became of her after she transferred out. If you get in contact with her, let me know how she's doing, okay? And let her know that I'm really sorry I barged in on her like that, even if it was by accident!

Two points on sleeping beauty: 1) I'm sure you meant well by oiling her up, but you really didn't do her any favors! As someone with pretty pronounced tan-lines herself, I can tell you that they are very unsightly, and they seem to attract some very unwanted attention whenever I find myself in a.... compromising predicament. 2) You keep mentioning how shy you were back then, and I just can't wrap my head around that! You seem so bold and outgoing now! How did a transformation like that ever take place? I can't even begin to imagine!

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My pleasure Linda

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Alison, you may be right that I didn't do her any favours by inadvertantly making those tan-lines, as there are a lot of people on this campus who do find them a bit irresistable. I guess we will hear about your experiences maybe a bit later in this tale?

However, it wasn't my intention. I meant to spread the sun-screen around evenly. But somehow, as she slept on, I found, without meaning to do it, that my hands did more spreading in certain areas, slowly massaging the sun-screen into those perfect ass-cheeks, and then down around her waist as far as I could get with her lying on her front, and then gently down between her legs. Let's put it this way - if she had been lying on her front she would have had the whitest tits on campus and a groin to match.

As to how i became less shy, well, that is a story for another time, and I don't want to take up a thread meant for your story with my own history. But, in short: coming to this campus and getting to see so much naked flesh, which delighted me; meeting the girls in the Lesbian Society, whose outgoing commitment to their own pleasures was so impressive; realising that so many supposedly straight girls on campus could be seduced at the right time and place; and, after some of the more conservative girls started to avoid showering or changing on campus in front of known members of the Lesbian Society, enjoying our group sessions watching the hidden camera feeds, since there is nothing quite so liberating as getting a good close-up look at some homophobic but very attractive straight girls all soapy and wet, while all around you other lesbians and Lesbian Society supporters make vulgar remarks and vote on the quality of their tits.

I'm looking forward to the next chapter of your story!

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Alison, you may be right that I didn't do her any favours by inadvertantly making those tan-lines, as there are a lot of people on this campus who do find them a bit irresistable. I guess we will hear about your experiences maybe a bit later in this tale?


Yeah, I know, right? I always thought Tan-Lines were kind of ugly, and I still get pretty mortified when anybody gets a peak at mine, but I've been seeing a lot of them around campus lately, and I've noticed more than a few people taking an unhealthy interest in mine... but that's all pretty recent stuff. It might be a bit before I get around to writing about that.

As far as the sleeping girl is concerned... well, I could say a lot of things about that I guess, but I guess the one foremost in my mind is "How the heck did she sleep through all of that!?"

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I guess thats probably a good idea. It's nice that you were able to overcome your shyness and become the confident girl I've come to know, but I can't help being a little put off by some of your comments regarding the "homophobic" straight girls who prefer to shower alone. I don't consider myself homophobic, but I was always a little apprehensive about the whole group shower dynamic. I eventually got used to it, for practical reasons more than anything else, but I think my reluctance had more to do with a sense of modesty than homophobia. Maybe your right about some girls avoiding the showers for the reasons you describe, but consider this: How would you feel if you had to shower with a bunch of strange guys who refused to keep their hands to themselves? A little friendly horseplay in the showers is one thing, but some days (especially when it gets crowded) I start to feel like there's a sale on fruits and vegetables and I'm a not-quite-ripe tomato in a WAY overcrowded produce section!

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Thanks! It is in the works!

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Alison, I'm not talking about you specifically, but believe me when I say there are girls here who refuse even to change in front of other girls if they are known to be members of the Lesbian Society. And even if they do, they always try to make sure that we don't get a chance to see anything.

So while other girls get to enjoy the sight of those girls naked, we in the Lesbian Society are being denied equal rights. And that is all we are struggling for, our rights the same as any girl here. And that is why we put those hidden cameras in the showers and locker rooms! So that we too could see all that those girls had to show.

Like this girl, for instance. Stripped by an inspector, she was walking across campus, but when she saw a Lesbian Society photographer suddenly she tries hard to stop us seeing anything. An outrageous denial or ours rights.

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Anyway, enough of that - I want to read your next chapter!

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A Freshman's Tail Part 2
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"A Freshman's Tail"
By Alison Anderson
Edited by Elizabeth Tremain

"My First Day" Part 2

My last encounter had left a bad taste in my mouth. By the time I made my way down the hall, that taste had trickled down my throat and settled in the pit of my stomach, manifesting as the restless fluttering of nervous butterflies. At the end of the hall, room Q-215 was staring me right in the face. I reached out to open the door, but my body froze the instant I touched the knob. I'd seen so much weirdness so far, met so many strange people. Inside this room, I'd find someone I'd have to live with for the foreseeable future. Would they be anything like me? Would they be able to understand my apparently alien perspective on things? Would they at least be sympathetic? Would they be nice? Or mean and nasty? These questions weighed on me now so much more than they had before. I knew intellectually that I'd have to deal with a roommate if I went away to school, but after what I'd seen, the stakes were raised. What if my roommate didn't appreciate my aversion to the school's eccentricities? Would I end up like Rebecca? The thought made me shudder. I'd been standing there with my hand on the knob for quite a few minutes when I finally made my decision. The door wasn't going to open itself, and I wasn't about to back out now. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and opened the door.

The sight that greeted me upon my entrance was... well, something of a shock. On the opposite end of the apartment was my roommate. She was sitting in an office chair, bathed in the dull glow of a computer screen in a brightly lit room. From that angle, all I could tell was that she had long red hair and pale skin. Well, that and the fact that she also didn't appear to have any clothes on, but that didn't really shock me too much by that point. Upon hearing my entrance however, she rose to greet me, and it was at exactly that moment that the shock set in.

She was about my height, maybe a little bit taller. Her hair was bloody red (obviously and unabashedly dyed) and her eyes were an icy blue-green. Her slender frame and ghostly complexion combined to create an overall image that I can only describe as fairy-like. She was beautiful, and if the description ended there, I probably wouldn't have been so shocked (in fact she probably would have ended up being visual fodder for one of my silly little fantasy novels. Can't you just picture her, stripped of everything else, with pointed ears, prancing around the woods in her birthday suit and playing tricks on unwary travelers?) but it was the little details that made me nervous. Namely, the tattoos, the..liberally applied eye makeup, the blackened fingernails and the spiked leather collar she wore around her neck. It transformed her overall appearance from a romantic ideal to something that, at least to me, seemed dangerous. I'd never met anyone who looked like her before, and I really wasn't sure what to expect.

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For those of you with no imaginations, here's a picture of me for reference, with appropriate steps taken to protect my obvious innocence. You may drool if you like.

She must have sensed my trepidation, because the smile she answered it with carried with it a telling mixture of mischievous pleasure and knowing sympathy that reminded me of my big sister, Karen. Karen was always playing pranks and jokes on me while we were growing up, but she was always there for me when I needed her, and, maybe I was just seeing in this girl the things I wanted (maybe even needed) to see, but my hesitation melted away, and I found myself very much wanting to be her friend.

She introduced herself. "You must be the new girl. I'm Liz. Guess we're gonna be roommates, huh?"

I nodded, mutely as she extended her hand. I took it instantly, smiling when nothing bit me as I did so. I had never shaken hands with a goth girl before, let alone a naked one! But then, this was a day full of new experiences.

"That's a nice dress." Liz said, breaking the brief, but noticeable silence. "Looks like it would be up to code. You are in FULL compliance with the code, aren't you? Under the dress I mean?"

Blushing, I nodded. That smile of hers broadened much more on the left than on the right before continuing. "That's good. So many girls don't learn about the codes before coming here, and they end up getting a rude awakening later on. It would suck to be inspected the first day, but it would suck even more to end up with a violation. You look a little scared, but don't worry. Just stick with me and I'll take care of you. My friend is on her way up with the dorm leader right now though, so you'd better make yourself presentable."

Naturally, I had no idea what she was talking about. After dancing around the subject for a bit, she explained to me that the dorm leader, a girl named Riley, had come up with a special dress code for our floor that required total nudity at all times while on premise. I didn't believe her at first. I did remember something from the website about special rules for dorms, but I couldn't believe they'd enforce full nudity! Wouldn't that be anathema to the whole dress code ideology in the first place? I thought about stripping for a few moments, but I knew the codes, and I knew that grin on Liz's face. I determined that Liz was trying to pull a fast one, and resolved to keep my clothes on for my introduction to the dorm leader. Liz just shrugged and said "Okay, but you'll be sorry." and went about her business.

Riley entered not long after, accompanied by Megan. She didn't waste a whole lot of time on introductions. "Hello, Alison." She said, with an assured confidence. "I'm Riley, the Dorm Leader in charge of this floor. Looks like you've already met Liz. Did she fill you in on the rules here?"

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Alison's about to give you guys a pretty accurate description, but, again, for the imaginatively impaired among us, here is a pic, this time from Megan's personal collection.


My words caught in my throat. Riley was a tall girl, with dark hair, dark eyes and tanned skin. Unlike Megs and Liz, she was actually wearing clothes, scanty as they were. She had on a blue bikini style top and a skirt shorter than anything I'd ever dare to wear, but it was at least something. From the way she carried herself, I could tell that she wasn't a lady to be trifled with, and now I was afraid I was about to get in deep trouble with her on my first day. Liz couldn't have actually been telling the truth, could she?

"I told her, Ry." Liz interjected. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, idly thumbing through a magazine and apparently not paying us too much mind at all. "She didn't believe me."

The hint of a question on her face, Riley turned to me and said. "Is that so? Why wouldn't you believe her?"

"I...uhm..." I was stumbling now, and as I so often do when I don't know what else to do, I simply ended up speaking as honestly as I could, even if it made me look like an idiot, and hoped for the best. "I thought it was a trick.... I thought she was trying to get me to take my clothes off so I'd come to meet the Dorm Leader naked, and then you'd think I was a lunatic, and I'd feel all embarrassed and..."

"Why would anyone want to do something like that to you?" Riley asks, cutting me off mid rant.

"I don't know..." I said, honestly. "People seem to like to do stuff like that. I don't know why. My sister used to..."

"That's enough." Riley said, cutting me off again. "Come on, lets go get more comfortable, I have a few things I have to get straight with you."

With that, we repaired to the small kitchen we kept in our dorm. I was on pins and needles. I knew I was in big trouble. Did she really mean to strip me naked? It seemed like something out of a nightmare! I was certainly in a dream world myself for a few moments, until Riley climbed up onto the kitchen table to make herself comfortable, demonstrating beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was obeying the school dress code as well.

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Uhm... yeah, you don't exactly need keen observational skills to figure that one out. Another one taken by Megs

Once seated on the table (and making not one iota of effort to conceal the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties under her criminally short skirt!) Riley laid it all out for me. "I run a tight ship here, Alison." She began. "But it wasn't always this way. I used to be real lax. I took my position for granted. Then, I started getting the complaints. That the girls on my floor were getting inspected more often than any other floor in the building. On top of that, they were actually being found guilty of violations too! Inspections actually set up a sting operation on MY floor and caught 6 girls all wearing panties! Needless to say, something had to be done. I was at my wits end. I guess you could say it was an act of desperation, but I just said 'screw it' and banned clothing on my floor altogether. People didn't think I was serious then either, but I convinced them I was before long. I can be veeeeery persuasive."

The look she gave me when she purred that last part left me with little need of convincing. "It sounds kind of crazy," she continued, "But it worked. What you do outside the dorms is your own business, but NO ONE is getting in trouble for violating the dress codes while under MY supervision. If you girls can't dress yourselves properly, then you won't dress at all!"

I was stunned. Part of me still wanted to believe that all of this was some kind of convoluted gag that everyone was in on but me. And yet, if that were true, then Liz and Megan had gotten naked themselves in order to play along. That seemed like a long way to go to pull a fast one on the new girl. Still, Riley had kept her clothes on, even if she didn't seem too shy about exposing herself. I immediately regretted the next words that came out of my mouth, but I really didn't want to have to take my clothes off, and I guess I just forgot myself for a moment. Without thinking, I said "Well, if everyone on the floor is supposed to be naked, then how come your wearing clothes right now?"

She was silent for a long, pregnant moment. The smile had fallen from her face, and the blank stare I got back had me shaking again. At last, however, she said "I get to wear clothes because I'm the one in charge. It's all a matter of trust Alison. I know I can trust myself to obey the rules and stay out of trouble. The other girls on this floor, however, have proven to me already that they can't be trusted, so they don't get to wear anything at all. You're on my floor now, Alison. If you want to get by here, I suggest you get with the program very quickly. Like, right now. "

With that, she reached across the counter and grabbed a cucumber that had just been laying out for no particular reason I can think of and regarded it with curious interest. "Alison, I'm going to take a few moments here to enjoy this cucumber. You, Liz and Megan can leave the room for now. Talk it over with them, get yourself all settled in, I don't care, but when I'm through with this cucumber, I'm going to leave the kitchen and say goodbye and if you're not 100% butt ass naked, then we're going to have a problem."

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Yeah.. uhm... she actually did that. Picture by Megs.

I was shaking in my sandals! As Riley sucked lasciviously upon that cucumber, Liz and Megan ushered me out of the room and immediately started trying to talk me out of my dress. I was panicked, scared and confused, so at length, I started peeling off my dress.

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And here we have it! Finally, Alison starts to show some skin! I can not describe how much delight I took in first seeing those tan lined buns coming into view! Photo by Meg.

It didn't take long for me to strip. Once I'd removed my dress, all I had to do was kick off my sandals, and I was all ready to hit a nudist beach. It felt so strange to be standing there naked, even if I was right next to two girls who were just as naked as me. I didn't know what to say or how to stand. Should I cover up? Should I act like it was nothing, even though I'd no doubt be blushing head to toe? Seeing a stuffed animal lying on the floor, I quickly seized it and used it as a rudimentary covering. Liz and Megan just laughed and laughed.

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I really couldn't help it. It was just so cute! She was like an embarrassed little girl! So naive and innocent, but with a cute little body on her... I just knew I was going to have a lot of fun this semester! Once again, Photo by Megsy

When they were done laughing, they convinced me to drop the plushy and face my fate like a grown woman. As I turned to head into the kitchen, Liz reached back and pulled the scrunchy out of my hair, causing my blonde locks to fall down upon my shoulders. When I looked back at her quizzically, she just shrugged and said "Sorry, just thought you needed to complete the look. Better safe than sorry, right?"

As we entered the kitchen, Riley placed the cucumber down on the counter top. It didn't look like she'd taken a bite. She smiled and said "Well, good to see you finally came to your senses. I trust that you are fully naked?"

I told her that I was, and did a little turn to prove it, which got a giggle out of everyone.

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I took this one myself. Alison standing inspection! Sorry about the quality, but my camera phone sucked back then, and I'm no Megsy when it comes to taking pictures. She was sooooooo embarrassed, and she couldn't seem to decided whether to cover up or not. So cute and sexy!

When she was through probing me with her eyes, Riley said "Good. Now remember to keep it that way. I'll be watching you, Alison. Closely." And with that, she left. I mumbled something about her not finishing her cucumber, to which Megsy replied "Oh, I think she finished with it all right..." before grabbing a napkin and depositing the glistening fruit in a garbage can.

I had suffered through this humiliation thus far, prodded along by fear, but as soon as the door closed behind Riley something inside me snapped. Tears started to stream down my cheeks as I ran from the kitchen and collapsed on a couch in front of the TV.

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This was actually pretty sad to watch. I really thought she might not have what it takes to stick it out, which would have been real disappointing for obvious reasons. As much as I was looking forward to taking advantage of her shyness and naivete, I have to admit that I really felt bad for her here. Sure she was a bit of a stick in the mud about the whole nudity thing, but she wasn't a bitch like Rebecca. She actually seemed really nice, honest and kind. I didn't want her to quit, so I decided to step up and play big sister for her. Photo by Megs of course.

I'd been through so much culture shock all day that by the time I saw Liz for the first time, my head was spinning. But still, I'd remained mostly an observer. In a way, it was a lot like reading a book. You could read a story about a traveler in a strange land and remain comfortably detached while still being totally absorbed in the book, and I guess thats what most of the day was like, but now... now I was apart of the story I guess. Stripped naked, I was a part of the freak show I'd been gawking at since my arrival. My mind was swimming with the implications. Was I really going to have to spend every day in my dorm like THIS from now on? I wasn't sure I wanted to live like that. I wasn't sure that I COULD live like that! But, fortunately, Liz curled up on the floor in front of me and talked me back down to earth.

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Yeah, real big sister moment coming up. Here's another one of me from the moment itself. Another tasteful nude by Megs.

Kneeling next to me, she gave a sympathetic look and said "Don't worry Alison, it's going to be alright. We all went through this on our first day. I know it might seem strange to you now, but trust me, you get used to it. C.U. is a great School, and a great place to grow and learn about yourself. I get that nudity isn't really your thing, and it might not be something you want to get used to, but think of it this way: I'm naked too. So is Megan. So is every girl on this floor. We're all in this together. We all have to obey the same stupid rules and put up with the same stupid crap. As long as you remember that, and stand with your friends, you'll do alright."

Still sniffling, I muttered, somewhat melodramatically, "Yeah, but what friends..."

"You've got at least one here, if you want her." Liz said with a warmth I hadn't seen from her yet.

"Two, if you don't mind having your picture taken... a lot." Megan chimed in from the background.

Wiping the tears from my face I looked up and replied "You really mean it?"

"Of course we do!" Liz exclaimed. "If we don't look out for one another, who will?"

Slowly but surely, my lips curled into a smile. Liz matched it and extended her hand. Taking it in my own, we helped each other up. Silently, I collected my discarded dress and made my way over to the dresser to put it away. If I'm going to be honest, I was still deeply disturbed by my nudity, and secretly terrified of what tomorrow might bring, but it felt good to be accepted, to have friends I could count on she things got rough. Yes, I was terrified about what tomorrow might bring, but I knew in my heart that whatever it was, I'd find a way to get through it as long as I had friends like these.

Smiling, I slung the dress over my shoulder and walked away. Before I could make it to the dresser, however, I heard Liz call my name. "Oh, and Alison..." Turning around to greet her, I saw Megan readying her camera as Liz finished "Welcome to C.U.!"

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THE END

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Re: A Freshman's Tail Part 2
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And thats the story of my first day on Campus! I hope everybody has as much fun reading it as I had writing it!

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