by Ardor
His hands blocked my view though. After a few agonizing seconds he finished and I saw that it was the one with my passion filed face on it! The reverse side of that ID was the close up of my pussy filled with fingers! Oh god why did I let Tammy talk me into those photos?
Then again he wasn't acting any differently towards me. Maybe he didn't look at the back of it? Or if he did he didn't seem to think any worse of me. I was sure as hell going to make sure the right ID was on top after I got out of here but I guess for now everything was OK.
He started to put the computer pad into the backpack so I picked up the tube of lotion and said, "I guess I should put this stuff on, huh?"
"You'll regret it if you don't and once you start turning red every senior you come along will mother hen you to death until they're sure you're wearing it daily." He said with a shake of his head.
I unscrewed the top and put it on the counter. Then I squeezed some of the lotion out into my hand and decided to start with my legs. The lotion itself was creamy, smooth and went pretty far. The first squirt of lotion covered my entire right leg front and back. Then I did my left leg and my arms. As I did my arms I could see him trying not to watch me, or at least not let me catch him watching. I wasn't sure which.
I smiled at the idea until I realized that soon I was going to have to do my breasts, vagina and butt while he pretended not to watch. I stalled a little by doing my neck and face but all to soon I realized that I was going to have to get it over with.
I squeezed out a fair amount of lotion into my right hand and put the tube on the counter. Then I rubbed some of it into my left hand, took a deep breath and right in front of this stranger I cupped both my breasts and then rubbed the lotion all over them.
I tried not to look at him but eventually I couldn't help it. I stole a quick glance at him to see that while he was trying to pretend that he was fussing with something on the counter his eyes were straining to watch me. I giggled at him and said, "You might as well just go a head and look before you hurt yourself or something."
"Huh? No, I wasn't, I mean, I wouldn't, um..."
"Wouldn't what?" I said as I purposely scooped up both my breasts and pushed them together.
His eyes fell down and he froze totally still as he watched. I slowly squeezed my hands until they came up around my breasts and over my nipples.
"OK, so I was watching." He said sheepishly.
I suddenly got what the laundry lady was talking about. For some reason it did make me feel good about myself and even kind of powerful in a weird way. That I, a naked eighteen year old freshman, could stop this older grad student in his tracks and turn him into a stumbling idiot.
My hands wandered over my upper chest and then back down over my breasts and onto my tummy. That's when I realized what was next. I couldn't touch myself down there with him watching. It would be too arousing and I didn't want him to know what this was doing to me. So thinking fast I turned around, leaned forward a bit and tilted my head to the right so that my hair would fall in front of me.
"Could you do my upper back?" I said looking at him out of the corner of my eye.
"Sure." He said quickly reaching for the tube of lotion.
Then while he was busy with my back I snuck my hand between my legs and did my vagina and lower tummy. My fingers slipped through my lips and over my clit as I tried hard not to think about what I was doing. I wanted so badly to let just one of my fingers slip inside me. To press the rest of them up against my clit while he stood just behind me with absolutely no idea. Realizing I was close to giving in I quickly stood up, turned around and said, "Thanks that's probably good enough."
"Yeah, OK, sure." He said with a guilty look.
We just stood there looking at each other for a second. My heart was beating a million miles a second. I let my eyes wander over him until they got down between his legs. He was hard as a rock.
To distract myself I reached for the tube of lotion again and squeezed some out in my hand. Then I put down the tube, rubbed my hands together and started to cover my lower back. Before I knew it I had a cheek in each hand and I was squeezing my own butt as I looked between his legs.
I felt myself blushing again and a silly smile came across my face. I looked away from him until I was done and then said, "I'd better get going. I'm gonna miss my first class completely if I don't get moving. Thanks for explaining all this stuff to me."
"No problem. Glad to help." He said smiling.
I put the lotion in the backpack and then grabbed it by the straps to turn it around so I could put it on. The straps were thin but they were well padded and seemed very strong. That's when I noticed a strap hanging from the right shoulder strap. It was wide, very soft and padded.
"Is this a chest strap or something?" I asked seeing that there was a plastic connector at the end of it that looked like it clicked into something on the left shoulder strap.
He laughed and said, "Sorry, I forgot about that. The girls call that the bra strap. It's meant to be sort of a half cup bra kind of thing."
"Really?" I said looking at it like a confused puppy.
"Yeah, it was meant to make jogging or running more comfortable but most of the girls don't use it. They all tell me it looks ridiculous and doesn't work very well." He said almost apologizing for it.
I put the backpack on and then picked up the dangling strap. I pulled it across my chest and clicked it into the other side. It pressed up against the underside of my boobs lifting them a bit and sort of holding them in place without covering much at all.
"Well, it sort of does something." I said looking down at my chest.
"Yeah but jump up and down." He said with a smile.
I felt weird but standing in place I jumped up and down a few times. Sure enough on the third bounce the strap moved and my boobs popped out and bounced around. I stopped jumping and grabbed a hold of them.
"Wow, that felt weird. So I guess there aren't many girls who go jogging around here." I said with a smile.
"There are some but they're either flat chested or they run around holding their boobs."
"Are you serious?" I said as I unhooked the bra strap. "They run around holding onto themselves? That must look ridiculous."
He shrugged and said, "That's just what they do."
As I took the backpack off to stuff the bra strap in it my purse fell off my shoulder. Realizing what a pain in the butt carrying both around was going to be I cursed quietly to myself.
"Most of the girls just put all their stuff in the backpack and don't bother with a purse." He said trying to be helpful.
I looked at him like he had said something blasphemous and replied, "I'd feel naked without my purse."
Then realizing what I said I laughed at myself.
"I guess it's kinda late for that, huh?" I said laughing.
I put the backpack on the counter and started putting the stuff from my purse in the little pockets. Then I put the lotion and thermos in the pack. When I was done I looked at my empty purse and wondered what to do with it. I didn't feel like carrying it around with me and there wasn't time to go back to my car. I'd miss it a little but I wanted to fit in.
"Could you toss this out for me?" I asked handing it to him.
"Sure." He said with a smile.
I put the back pack back on and he looked at me and said, "Now you look like a real Blanke Schande woman."
I don't know why but that made me feel really good.
"Thanks." I said smiling. "I'd better get going though if I want to catch any part of my first class. See you later."
"Have fun." He said as I walked out the door.
Chapter 12
I stopped by the showers again real quick to grab a couple of towels. I stuffed one inside the backpack, hoping I wouldn't need it, and then put another in the little ring hanging from the bottom of the backpack. When I put the pack back on again I found I could easily reach the towel without having to take the pack off. They really did think of ever
ything.
My first class was Body Movement with Rachel Astamendi. There probably wasn't much of the class left but I wanted to at least talk to the teacher and get an idea of what it was like. It was a few buildings down in a large glass walled classroom.
I had seen it on the website. It was connected to the building on one side but the other three walls of the classroom were glass. It looked like a dance studio except there were no mirrored walls to watch yourself in. I was a little nervous about this class but it was supposed to do wonders for you mentally as well as physically.
As I came up on the classroom I saw the girls inside and Ms. Astamendi up in front of them. I stopped for a second to watch. It looked like they were doing some kind of synchronized aerobics or jazz dance routine. It was obvious that this was a first year class though because most of the students were still kind of clumsy and out of sync.
Ms. Astamendi stood in front of them and, while I couldn't hear what she was saying, it was clear that she was pointing out each girl's mistakes. I could only see her from the back but what I could see was startling.
She was tall, probably about five ten, with long blonde hair. Her body though, it was her body that was impressive, even from behind. She was lean and firm. There wasn't a jiggle on that woman and she moved like a dancer. Every single motion was confident, fluid and graceful.
I walked around to the side of the classroom so I could see her better. She looked to be about thirty and her face was attractive enough but nothing you would call unusually beautiful. She didn't even have that much in the way of breasts, probably an A cup at best. Yet, even ten feet away, through the glass, I could tell this woman had a presence you couldn't ignore. She looked like an Amazon or a Valkyrie. Her body itself was what she wore and she dressed to impress. It was hard not to be intimidated by her and I hadn't even met her yet.
I looked around and to see a bunch of guys just standing and watching. I sure as hell couldn't blame them for that. I didn’t know what was worse though. Standing outside being the only naked girl in an audience full of guys or knowing that I was about to go inside that classroom and become part of the show. I looked down at the ground for a second and then back at the class. When I looked back up I saw that Ms. Astamendi was looking right at me.
I tried to hold her stare but I felt like a timid little deer caught in her on coming headlights. I bit my lower lip, looked away and then headed towards the nearest entrance to the building.
To get there though I had to walk past a small group of guys. As I came closer to them they noticed me. One of them looked my way and then the other two followed. I saw all three pairs of eyes look up and down my naked body.
I smiled at them awkwardly and said, "Excuse me guys." One of them stepped aside and with toothy grin said, "Good morning."
The other two just stepped out of the way and watched me walk past them in silence. I walked towards the door feeling their eyes on me. As I opened it I couldn't help looking back at them to see if they were still looking, they were. The two stunned guys looked away quickly when they saw me look back at them but the third guy smiled and winked at me. I let the door close behind me hoping I wouldn't run into him again.
A short walk to my left, then through a door and I was in the Body Movement classroom. I stood by the door and watched as I didn't want to interrupt the class. The girls were still practicing their routine.
They were rough and out of time with each other but you could see they'd been practicing hard. There wasn't a female body in the room that wasn't glistening with sweat.
"Stacy, arch that back! I want to see your tits pointing skyward! Mandy! Wider stance! You're gonna fall over if you don't spread those legs. Barbara, thrust that pelvis on the third step. Lets go ladies, you can do this. Are you frighten little girls or strong naked women?"
"Strong naked women!" The class shouted back out of time and in an uncertain way.
"That doesn't sound like you mean it. Now do the drop, roll, thrust move and finish it with cunts held high!" She said loudly.
The girls all dropped to the ground. Some faster then others. Some more gracefully then others. They rolled to their right and then spread their legs and almost as one thrust their pelvises upwards.
"Now hold that pose until I release you." The teacher said as she stood in front of them.
She walked through the classroom looking at each of the girls as they struggled to hold the pose. Their bodies were straining and totally exposed.
She stopped as she came to one girl who's legs weren't very far apart and who's hips weren't held very high. She dropped down on her hands and knees in front of the girl completely unconcerned that anyone and everyone could see between her legs.
"Jody what's this?" The teacher asked the girl.
"My cunt." Jody said in a hesitant small voice.
"It doesn't look like a cunt to me. It looks like a frightened little pussy. Do you have a frightened little pussy or a strong powerful cunt?" She asked the girl.
"A cunt?" The girl said hesitantly.
"Don't ask me god damn it! Tell me and make me believe it!" Ms. Astamendi said forcefully.
"It's a cunt! A strong, fucking, powerful cunt!" The girl yelled back.
"That's right," she said smiling at the girl, "and it's so pretty that I want to see it up close. Spread your legs wider."
After the girl spread her legs Ms. Astamendi moved in between them.
"Good now thrust it up where I can see it nice and clear."
Jody lifted her pelvis up in the air until it was about six inches from the teacher's face.
"That is pretty but it's still not quite close enough," Ms. Astamendi said waiting. Jody didn't move.
"You don't have anything to be ashamed of do you Jody?" Ms. Astamendi asked with a puzzled look. "You do know how beautiful your cunt is don't you?"
"Yes Ma'am." Jody said straining to hold the pose.
"Then get it up high in the air where we can all see it."
Jody lifted herself up higher until her crotch touched Ms. Astamendi's chin. Then Ms. Astamendi actually kissed Jody's vagina and said, "That's my girl."
Then Ms. Astamendi stood up and said, "I want you all to hold that pose for another two minutes."
Then she looked down at Jody thoughtfully and said, "I think you need some homework. I want you to come back to class tomorrow with fifteen, no make that twenty, I like even numbers, signed notes from different guys each telling me how beautiful your cunt is."
"Couldn't we make that ten?" She asked with her teeth clenched from the effort of holding the pose.
"Would you like to make it fouty?" Ms. Astamendi asked smiling.
"No Ma'am, twenty is good."
"Excellent. Then you'll have the notes signed, and make sure they use the word cunt not vagina or pussy, or else tomorrow you will spend the entire class doing squat thrusts in front of the window. Is that understood?"
"Yes Ma'am." Jody said.
"If you come back with more then twenty, and remember I like even numbers, you can spend the last half of tomorrow's class in the pool if you'd like. Now let's go people you have one minute left!"
She started to count down from sixty as she walked through the room correcting the girls who weren't holding the pose correctly.
"Damn." I said quietly to myself.
"Don't let her scare you." A voice to my left said.
I turned to see a tall small breasted blonde girl patting herself down with a towel smiling at me.
"How could that not scare me?" I asked in disbelief.
"I know, she's pretty aggressive huh? It's all about building confidence though. Work hard and don't back down from her and you'll be fine."
"I guess... What's with the C word though?" I asked not expecting a woman to use that word so freely.
"Oh my god, don't ever call it the C word in front of my mother." The girl said with a look of horror on her face.
"Mother? She's your mother?" I asked looking at the naked g
irl in disbelief.
"Laura Astamendi." She said holding out her hand and smiling.
"Joan Harper." I said shaking her hand slowly.
"Yep, she's my mother." Laura said looking at Ms. Astamendi proudly.
"Isn't it weird being naked around her?" I asked remembering what it was like to strip for my own mother. "And she just kissed... I mean, isn't it really weird sometimes?"
Laura laughed and said, "This is the way I've been brought up. I've spent practically my entire life here, naked, at Blanke Schande. The only clothes I've ever worn were diapers when I was a baby."