by Ardor
"Thanks, I'm Libby." She said putting a towel down on the chair and then sitting next to me.
"Technically you could Jill off right here if you wanted to."
"You're kidding me." I said looking at her in total disbelief.
"Well, it's not exactly encouraged but if you did it discretely nobody would say anything." Libby said with a cat ate the canary grin.
"How exactly do you masturbate in the middle of the cafeteria discretely?" I asked.
She leaned back in her chair, slipped her right hand between her legs and circled her clit with two fingers. Then she looked at me and said, "Just like you would anywhere else."
I couldn't help looking around to see what the reactions would be. A row or two over a couple of guys had stopped dead in their tracks and were looking directly at her with their mouths open and their eyes wide.
"Um, you're being watched." I said looking back at her.
She sat up, waved the same hand that had been between her legs at me and said, "Ah, let 'em drool. It'll give them something to think about when they jerk off later."
I couldn't help but giggle a little at that idea.
"You might as well get comfortable with that. You're cute and have a nice body. I bet every freshman you come across will be whacking it to a mental images of you. Probably some of the upperclassman as well." She said confidently between forkfuls of food.
"Oh my god that's gross, and, kind of flattering at the same time." I said a little weirded out by the idea.
"Ah, as long as they do it in private who cares," she said with a shrug. "So how was your first week? Do anything good over the weekend?"
"Oh, uh, today is actually my first day on campus," I admitted to her. "They let me start a week late because of a summer program I was in."
"Well, that explains a few things," she said sitting back in her chair.
"Like what?" I asked concerned.
"You're obviously still getting used to being naked and you did come into the cafeteria, look at the food but didn't get any."
"Oh you saw that?" I asked nervously.
"Yep, you stuck out like a naked thumb to my friends and I."
"Your friends?" I asked in a tiny voice.
"Relax you're not in trouble or anything. We're just a bunch of upper class students who like to help the freshman adjust to life around here." She said in a soothing tone.
"I'm doing OK, I suppose, thanks though." I said with a halfhearted smile.
She put her hand on mine and with a friendly smile said,
"Look, we've already had a couple of freshman girls faint because of fear of the bathrooms and if you don't eat you're going to be next."
"I was planning on eating after my next class." I said as a weak excuse.
She smiled at me, took an apple off her tray, held it out to me and said, "Good, in the mean time have this as a snack and I'll give you my cell number. If you have any troubles with the bathroom, or anything at all, give me a call. Either I or the nearest upperclassman will help you through it."
I took the apple and looked at it suspiciously.
She laughed and said, "So you've heard about the freshman cocktail huh?"
My eyes went wide and I looked at the apple like it was a time bomb about to go off.
"It's clean I promise, however, if you don't eat it I can assure you that every upper class student on campus will be keeping an eye on you by dinner time. We don't want any more fainters. It's bad for your health, bad for the school’s rep and you don't even want to know what Ms. Astamendi will do to you if she finds out you're not eating."
The mention of that woman's name scared me more than the freshman cocktail.
"What would she do?" I asked after taking a bite of the apple.
"Have you ever been Jewish mothered to death?" She asked with a laugh.
When I looked at her confused she laughed and said, "Just eat your apple and then make sure you have lunch after your next class and you'll have nothing to worry about OK?"
I shook my head yes with a mouthful of apple. Libby leaned over and hugged me, her dangling breasts brushing up against me, and said, "After the first few times you won't even think about it anymore. Every woman on campus has gotten through it and so will you."
Libby stayed and we chatted while she ate and I finished my apple. We talked about Blanke Schande, being naked, what it was like to go to school at BSC and she gave me a few good tips on how to handle myself. She was really nice.
When it was time for me to go to my next class she made sure I had her cell number and that I promised to call her if I had even the slightest problem. I told her I would and we walked over to her friends on my way out. She introduced me to them.
There were three Junior guys, one Junior girl and one Senior girl. It did feel a little weird standing there naked while the introductions were being made but with Libby there next to me and the other girls all naked I didn't feel so singled out.
They were all so nice and friendly. The guys looked at my body of course but they were much more casual about it then the freshman I'd run into. One of them even gave me an energy bar and told me to keep it for an emergency. I took it from him after he insisted but I promised them I'd be OK.
As I walked out of the cafeteria I felt really good. It was almost like I had a table full of older brothers and sisters who were looking out for me. The atmosphere here is so different then High School. I knew I still had a lot to face but I was glad I had chosen Blanke Schande. I walked happily off to my art history class looking forward to my next adventure.
Chapter 15
I made my way over to the building where my art history class was to be held without any excitement other then the feel of the cool breeze and the warm sun on my naked body. It just felt so nice being touched all over. My class wasn't far from the cafeteria though so I was there in a few minutes.
I was a little early but the door to the classroom was open so I walked inside. It looked like your average classroom. There was a chalkboard at the front, a big wooden desk for the teacher and the rest of the room was filled with plastic chairs with those little desks attached to them.
If it wasn't for the naked girl sitting at in the front row with her right leg up on the desk, her left leg on the floor and her left hand idly stroking her pussy as she read something on her computer pad it could have been any classroom in the world.
"Oh, um, sorry." I said startled at the sight of the girl masturbating.
She looked up at me with her left hand still casually stroking herself and with a confused expression asked, "For what?"
"I, uh, didn't mean to interrupt you or anything." I said with an awkward smile.
"You're not. I was just doing some light reading until my next class." She said putting her computer pad on the desktop by her leg and resting her left hand right near her pussy.
"Is this art history with Janelle Robertson?" I asked walking in front of her.
"You're in the class too?" She asked her eyes taking a quick look over me.
I couldn't help notice that her thumb was resting on her clit and it was just barely moving up and down over it.
"Yeah, I was hoping to catch the teacher before class started. I'm starting late and need to get the make-up work."
"Oh, well, I'm her TA, Patty Yablonski," she said holding out her right hand to me. "I can give you your make up work. What's your email address?"
I leaned forward to shake her hand trying to ignore the way my breasts dangled and swayed as I bent over to reach her.
"It's J dot Harper." I said as I shook her hand.
"OK J," she said as she let go of my hand and went to pick up her computer pad.
She wiped the fingers of her left hand on the towel underneath her and then touched her computer pad a few times.
"You can call me Joan." I said looking at her.
"OK Joan," she said switching the computer pad to her left hand and touching it with her right. "There is some reading you'll need
to catch up on and there's a small essay on a painting that we're supposed to discuss today." The computer pad made a whoosh sound and then she looked up at me and said, "You should still talk to Professor Robertson when she gets in though."
"Who should talk to me about what?" A female voice asked off to my left.
I turned to see a tall naked woman whom I could only describe as strikingly elegant. She looked to be somewhere around her mid thirties. The only thing she wore were diamonds, black high heels and just the right amount of, perfectly applied, make up.
Her breasts were medium sized, her pussy was cleanly shaven, her hair styled elegantly on top of her head so you could see her long graceful neck and her body was sleek yet curvy.
As she walked towards me, her breasts gently bouncing, I couldn't help but feel that she carried herself as if she was wearing one of those daringly classy evening gowns you imagine a femme fatale might wear at some fancy uptown party.
It would be cut with a shockingly low neckline, completely backless, floor length but hugging her body in a way that made even the most intelligent of men stammer. A high slit up the side would reveal tantalizing glimpses of her long shapely legs as she walked. It would be the kind of thing that was made by some impossibly expensive designer that you had to be rich and famous to even know of.
"I-I should talk to you Ma'am about the work I missed last week." I said in a small voice.
She stopped in front of me, looked at me for a second and then smiled and said, "Ah, you must be Ms. Harper, am I right?"
"Yes Ma'am." I said trying not to show how intimidating she was.
"I'll be expecting quite a lot from you Ms. Harper and do you know why?" She asked as she walked into the classroom.
"No Ma'am." I said honestly.
"I've seen your work Ms. Harper. You have talent and talent is a responsibility not an excuse for laziness. I don't suppose you had any sort of art history in high school."
"No Ma'am, however, I used to spend hours in the library reading about art though." I said in hopes that she wouldn't think I was a total loss.
"Really?" She asked looking at me thoughtfully. "Give me the names of three painters and two sculptors that haven't been abused to death by the media."
I felt panic start over stake me but I managed to blurt out the first five names that came to mind.
"Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema, James Abbot McNeill Whistler, Johannes Vermeer, Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux and... Tammylle Claudel."
I thought for just a second I saw the slightest hint of a smile but I couldn't be sure.
"I will give you Whistler and Vermeer but only because you stated their full names." She said as she walked around me and sat behind her desk.
I expected her to cross her legs but she didn't even keep her knees together.
She just smiled at me and said, "You're a bit of a romantic aren't you Joan, but, it's good to see you aren't completely uneducated."
"Thank you Ma'am." I said happy that I didn't disappoint her.
"Are you at all familiar with L'Origine du monde?" She asked in a natural sounding French accent.
I bit my lip and slowly shook my head no as I heard the rest of the class start to come in behind me.
"It is also known as The Origin of the World, a painting by Gustave Courbet. It will be the subject of today's class. However, if you are unfamiliar with the painting you won't be able to participate. Write me a short paper on the lecture and the class's response instead. Be unusually creative. Take a side, form an opinion, or at the very least show me that you understand what we're talking about."
"Yes Ma'am." I replied thinking I was going to be very busy making up for that missing week if the rest of my classes were as tough.
"How did you enjoy your time at the Sorbonne?" Ms. Robertson asked more casually.
"It was a lot of work but so amazing!" I said feeling truly grateful for the experience.
"Of course. Is, Emile Beauchamp, still teaching life drawing?" She asked with a slow smile growing on her lips as she allowed her knees to fall slightly farther apart.
I was briefly distracted by the totally unobstructed view of my teacher's shaved vagina but quickly recovered.
"Yes, he is. Do you know him?" I asked surprised that she would be so familiar with the Sorbonne's faculty.
A dreamy expression crossed her face and she said, "Oh, not for many years now but when I was a student he gave me quite the education."
Then unbelievably she smiled at me, blushed slightly, brought her knees together and said, "You should take your seat now Ms. Harper. Class is about to begin."
I looked to my left to see that I was standing, naked, at the front of the entire class. I turned slowly to face them trying to get my brain to work.
"This is normal, you're fine, every other female in this class is naked too." I repeated over and over again in my head. All I could focus on though was the guys in the class and the way they were looking at me.
Then suddenly I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder as Ms. Robertson said, "You can pose for the boys later Ms. Harper. Please take your seat now."
That quickly snapped me out of my trance and I headed for the first empty desk that I saw. After I took off my backpack, spread out my towel and sat down Ms. Robertson stood in front of the class and began to talk.
"OK class, by now everyone should have finished their papers. If you haven't emailed them to me yet please do so now."
Everyone had their computer pads out on their desks and several of them were busy poking at the screens. A few seconds later you could hear the whoosh sound coming from different parts of the room meaning that the emails had been sent.
"Very good, now, I assume, everyone took the time to view L'Origine du monde?" Ms. Robertson asked.
Everyone shook their head yes when a dark haired girl asked, "That's not the original painting is it Ms. Robertson?"
"No, Ms. Bennet the original is housed in the Musee d'Orsay in France. The painting Blanke Schande owns is a nearly perfect copy that was presented to the president of the school, Ms. Grimes Ferguson, on her trip to Paris some years ago." Ms. Robertson said proudly.
"So, Ms. Ferguson has worn clothes?" A boy up front said with shock.
"Why do you make that assumption Mr. Dennison?" Ms. Robertson asked him plainly.
"Well, you just said she went to Paris so I..." He said finishing his sentence with a shrug.
"Ms. Grimes Ferguson was able to arrange a private flight to Paris. She spent nearly a month in the city of lights and didn't wear a single stitch of clothing the entire time. I'm told she was received quite well." Ms. Robertson said with a smile as several of the girls in the class gasped out loud.
"In fact," Ms. Robertson continued, "her nudity is the reason we have such a wonderful copy of the painting. The gentleman who hosted her trip said that since Blanke Schande was bringing such beauty to the world it only seemed fitting that a copy of this particular painting reside with us. She accepted it gratefully at a large ceremony at the main entrance to the Musee d'Orsay. The French press made a big deal about it and she was in the papers for days. After that she had no problem being accepted anywhere in Paris. In fact she became a minor celebrity."
"She wandered around Paris completely naked?" The shocked dark haired girl asked.
"Why not? That city contains more depictions of naked women than half the world combined. Why should an actual naked woman cause a stir? Now let's get back on topic shall we? Patty, would you please turn on the projector?" Ms. Robertson asked as she turned around to pull down a small movie screen on the front wall of the classroom.
I looked to see that Patty was sitting behind a projector that was on the main isle at the back of the classroom. It sat between her spread legs but she was intently looking forward. I turned to see what she was so intensely focused on in time to see Ms. Robertson pull the screen down.
She still had her back to the class. Her legs were slightly parted and you could see her vagina peeking out
from between the sculpted cheeks of her behind. She made me wish this were life drawing class instead of art history. I wished for my sketchbook but it was buried somewhere in the back of my car.
Then I realized that I had one with me after all. I quickly took out the stylus I had bought earlier and my computer pad. After turning on the computer pad and opening the app store I quickly typed in drawing and scrolled through the search results. I picked one at random and downloaded it. I was surprised, and thankful, at how fast it installed. The tools looked obvious and familiar so I was able to figure out enough of it to do some simple line drawings.