Just Another Day in College, Pt. 02

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Note to Readers: This is a continuation of ‘Just Another Day in College.’ You should read that story first.

The sorority had raised a record amount of money for charity with its explicit ‘hands-on’ demonstration of ways to please a man. Ben had willingly lay naked while Lucy demonstrated techniques of arousal, with dozens of women watching. Now the sorority wanted to stage another event, this time with a woman as the subject.

The equality of the sexes is a hallmark of modern American society. That which we’d ask of a man, we should be able to ask of a woman. We’re long past false modesty, past the paternalistic image of the virtuous and blushing damsel. So, Lucy shouldn’t have a problem stripping in front of dozens of men, for the same lofty charitable purpose, right?

Wrong. The more the prospect was raised with her, the more nervous she became. While the sex demonstration had caused Ben’s status and popularity on campus to soar, Lucy worried about a different response. Yes, she’d be ‘in demand’ among some men. But among others, especially women, she might be seen as a shameless exhibitionist. She hoped another girl in the sorority would volunteer and relieve her of having to make a decision. But no such luck.

The pressure was building. After all, Lucy had originated the idea of this fundraiser, and it was a huge success. Some of the attendees even said how educational it was. How was it okay that she’d ask her boyfriend to expose himself, but she was not be willing to do the same herself?

“You could wear a ski mask,” suggested Ben.

“Yeah, that wouldn’t look funny, would it? As if no one would know who I was,” she replied.

“We could ask them to sign a non-disclosure agreement,” said Ben, with a smirk. (A pre-law major – and a wise ass.)

“Very funny,” answered Lucy.

“Or maybe you could just get over yourself,” Ben said. “Why is your modesty more precious than mine?”

Lucy didn’t respond to that comment, but it cut. On an intellectual level, she knew he was right. But emotionally…? Could she do it?

That evening, when she was alone, Lucy stood nude in front of a full length mirror. She examined every aspect of her body. She knew she was pretty. People all her life had told her that. Long blonde hair. Well-proportioned, full breasts. A smallish, pear-shaped butt. A young woman’s lean body, with a tight stomach and attractive legs. No, she had nothing to be ashamed of.

But society sets boundaries. A bikini is fine by the pool – but not in the supermarket. In Europe topless or nude bathing on a beach is not uncommon. Germany has its coed spas, where men and women sweat together without clothes. No big deal.

But this is not Europe. It’s the United States, and we don’t tolerate nudity in public. Who would do something like that?

Ben, that’s who. hatay escort Lucy had asked him, and he did it. Now it was her turn. “Why is your modesty more precious than mine?” he had said.

She had no good answer to that question. Wasn’t college a time of exploration, of doing new things, even crazy things? Especially crazy things? Yes, she would be intellectually dishonest and a coward if she didn’t do it.

“I’ll do it,” she told the sorority sisters. “But I’ll need a few drinks beforehand.”

The event was advertised ‘word of mouth’, like the prior one. Low profile, not to get the sorority in trouble. But after the quiet notoriety on campus surrounding the ‘seminar’ with Ben, this one was certain to draw a crowd. On the appointed day, there was a long line of young men stretching out the front door. And some women and couples, too.

The common room of the sorority house was packed, as everyone swarmed around the massage table set up in the middle. A CCTV monitor, trained on the table, broadcast the event to those on the fringe who needed a better view.

Poor Lucy. She regretted her decision every minute since she’d agreed to do it. But once the die was cast, she couldn’t back out. The night before, she’d bathed, even scrubbed her body, shaved her underarms, her legs, trimmed her pubic hair. It reminded her of stories how concubines in olden days were readied for the emperor. Ugh.

As before, the sorority provided beer and wine for the crowd, to still some of the tension even the observers felt. Lucy, for her part, chose vodka. It barely registered. Her knees were shaking and she kept thinking what a fool she was. How had she talked herself into doing this?

Lucy came out wearing a robe. A clean sheet covered the massage table. A bottle of massage oil sat on a small table, along with a few sex toys – a dildo and a vibrator. (As before, no sexual intercourse between Ben and Lucy would take place. Hence the usefulness of the toys.)

Soft mood music was playing in the background.

“Thank you all for coming,” said Amy, the sorority president. “Today, we’ll have the second of our educational seminars on how to sexually please your partner. Our volunteers are Amy and Ben. They’ll demonstrate techniques that enrich and fulfill a healthy sex life. I’m sure you’ll learn a lot. Let’s welcome them.”

There was a round of applause. Unlike Ben, who’d felt the thrill of the performer when it was his turn, Lucy’s face was ashen. She eyed the crowd. When she recognized some guys who were in her classes, she moaned inwardly and stopped looking. Looking only made it worse. She dropped the robe to the floor. There were simultaneous sharp inhales of breath, and murmurs from the crowd, as everyone strained to observe her nakedness.

Lucy climbed onto ığdır escort the massage table, on her back. She looked at Ben, who smiled down at her. It didn’t help. She closed her eyes. (‘Think of something else,’ she said to herself. ‘It will be over in 20 minutes.’) But while her own eyes were closed, she felt the scores of others’ eyes surveying her, judging the size of her breasts, the hips, focused on the mound of pubic hair peeking out at her middle. How stupid she was for agreeing to do this. Not exactly the mindset for arousal, but it was what it was.

Ben began to massage Lucy’s feet.

“You need to ease into sex,” he told the crowd. “Too many guys immediately grab for the sex organs. Big mistake. Women want to be

romanced, to let sexual tension build. Lucy loves her feet being rubbed.”

That was true. The feet were, at least for her, a usually overlooked, erogenous zone. But now, she felt rigid, tense. She had to calm down. The only way she could surrender to the feelings today was if she disassociated from this crowd of strangers (and, worse, some non-strangers.)

And that’s what she did. With eyes tightly closed, she focused solely on the gentle tingling sensations coming from her feet. She took a deep breath, and slowly let it out. Focusing, focusing, on the feet, on her boyfriend’s firm, caressing fingers. She was alone with him. They were on a beach, the sun was warm and shining. There was a gentle breeze. God, his touch felt good.

Ben’s hands moved from the feet and began to massage the calves. He applied some massage oil to his hands, and kneaded the leg muscles, moving over the knees. Lucy, almost involuntarily, had squeezed her legs together as she lay on the table. A foolish gesture of modesty, considering the display she was putting on. Ben pulled her legs apart to give him access to the inside of the thighs.

Lucy felt her legs being separated and knew what this meant for the voyeurs arrayed around her. Okay, she said to herself. Let them look. I’m here with my lover and I want to be loved by him. ‘In for a dime, in for a dollar.’ She surrendered to the touch.

Carefully avoiding her sex organs, Ben traveled up her side, circling the abdomen. Lucy knew he was teasing her, letting sexual tension fill her, but not fulfilling her (not yet.) It was how they pleasured each other. And it was good.

When Ben began to massage the breasts, she gave her first audible response. She moaned, and let her head move gently from side to side.

“Notice how the nipples of the breasts are getting harder,” Ben said to the crowd. “A sure sign that the slow build-up of tactile sensations is beginning to work.”

‘Shut up, Ben,’ she thought to herself. But that was silly. The running narrative was part of the show. Part of the veneer that made this ısparta escort an “educational” seminar.

And then he placed his hand on her vulva. His index finger entered her, and Ben proceeded to massage the clitoris and the first few inches of the vagina.

‘About time,’ she thought to herself. She opened her eyes to look at Ben. He smiled down at her and whispered, “Are you okay?” She answered yes with a small nod, then closed her eyes again. Shutting out the crowd, separating from this insane display she’d agreed upon. It was just her and Ben, on that beach, and he was making love to her.

Ben talked to the crowd, discussing how sensitive the clitoris was, how most women can’t climax from penile penetration alone. That it was essential to arouse the clitoris.

“And don’t forget to find and stimulate the G spot,” he said.

A student from the crowd called out, “What’s a G spot?”

“It’s a small protrusion inside the vagina, part of the clitoral network, that’s highly sensitive. It very arousing to a woman, and touching it can even cause squirting.”

“Where exactly is it?” the guy asked.

“Come on up and I’ll show you,” said Ben, helpfully.

Lucy hissed at Ben. “Are you insane?” She hadn’t countered on a stranger coming up to stare into her vagina. And what was that crack about squirting? She didn’t even talk to her doctor about that.

“Don’t worry,” Ben said quietly. “I won’t let anything bad happen.”

The college student, a freshman, came up. Ben used his fingers to open the lips of the vagina, and pointed to a spot behind the clitoris. The student peered in.

Lucy has mortified and only lay still to avoid a scene. But Ben was sure to hear of this later.

“I think I see,” he said. “Can I touch it?”

Lucy’s eyebrows shot up and her eyes went wide. Ben (wisely, for his own safety) told the boy ‘no.’

“Any more questions?” Ben asked. Mercifully, there was none. The student returned to his seat.

Ben reached for the vibrator. He turned it on, and placed it against the pubic bone.

“It would be too intense to apply this directly to the sex organs,” he advised the crowd in a professorial tone. “So, I’ll just use it near the center of her most sensitive part. As you heard earlier, we’re not going to have intercourse. So that’s why I have instruments.”

Ben showed the dildo to the crowd, spread some oil on it, then slowly pressed it inside Lucy. She was brimming with sexual tension from the massage and the vibrator. He slowly began to press the instrument into her, withdrawing it, then moving it inside again. He increased the pace, so that it was rapidly thrusting in and out. Lucy felt a cascade of sensations and didn’t want to embarrass herself with a scream (which is what she wanted to do.) Instead, she willed herself to only emit a small whimper. But everyone knew she had climaxed.

Lucy reached up, grabbed Ben by the neck, and pulled his face toward her. They kissed. A few people clapped.

These adult ‘seminars’ became the signature fundraising event of the sorority. They never held another car wash.

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