Future of Porn

“Is that all then? I’ll get started on the calls right away.” The petite brunette started to stand.

“There is one more thing, Katie,” I said, interrupting her. She reseated herself. “This is going to sound weird. What are you doing tonight?”

Her voice carried teasing notes, “Mr. H! Are you asking me out?” ‘Mr. H’ is the name she used for me when our flirting started to become serious. It always caused a good amount of amusement between us, and served to lighten the mood.

I chuckled. “I told you it would sound weird, didn’t I? Yes I am asking you out, and no I’m not. Are you free tonight?”

“That depends on whether you’re really asking me out or not.”

A slow smile spread across my face. “Well, I’m not. Not really. I mean, I need someone to come with me tonight. I’m meeting a high priced client who puts more on appearances than he does the actual ability to perform. So, I need a good looking female counterpart to keep his wife occupied while I score the deal.”

Katie seemed to pout a bit, forcing me to add, “Alright, alright. I’ll pay you overtime.” Her expression didn’t change. “And I’ll buy you dinner afterward. Fair?”

A mischievous grin spread across her face. “Is that it? I’m giving up a Friday evening for work, and all you’re going to give me is a lousy dinner? I could call any guy and get that without having to punch in. What else is in it for me?”

“What else should be in it? I’m already paying you.”

Her eyes rolled in their sockets. Mock exasperation oozed from her voice,”Well, I don’t think I can do it. I don’t have a single outfit at home that I could wear tonight.”

“Jeez. Who taught you how to negotiate?” We both knew I had. “Alright, I’ll also give you some cash to go buy some new clothes. However, I get to inspect everything you buy to make sure it’s appropriate.”

Again that mischievous grin. “Everything?”

Her smile was contagious. “Yes, everything.”

“Sounds fair. Where should I meet you?”

I thought about it briefly. “My house isn’t that far from where we’re going. Why don’t we just meet there and then go?”

She agreed and we discussed the meeting times. We would discuss dinner once we were done with the sellers. Plans settled, she stated she was probably going to leave early to pick something up for the meeting. I said that was fine.

I couldn’t stop my eyes from scanning up and down her well curved body as she left. She always wore a skirt to work. The one she wore today hugged the top swell of her ass before hiding the lower cheeks in a curtain of cloth. Below that her stockinged legs stretched to the floor, capped by a pair of heeled shoes. Hidden by the bow of her back, I could visualize her C cup breasts bouncing slightly as she navigated her way through the door in her high heels.

Sighing I returned to work to trudge through the rest of the day. I was excited for the evening. Not just to purchase the house, either. Every time I relaxed for a minute my mind would wander to the extra time I would be spending with Katie. I had hired her almost a year before, but we never really had fallen into the formal employee/boss relationship. She’d always been a good employee, but since the first day she started working for me we’d been flirting. If that’s what you want to call it. We always made small talk when we got the chance. Went out to lunch together. Checked each other out. Complimented each others clothes. And when our talk developed a sexual tone, neither of us shied away from the topic.

At the end of the day, an hour before normal office hours ended, Katie walked into my office. “Here,” I told her, sliding a small pile of dollar bills across my desk. The seven bills totalled five hundred dollars. “Is that enough for your new clothes?”

She picked them up and counted the sum. A look of surprise crossed her face before she could wipe it away. Her reaction gave away the fact that she was acting as she pondered the question. “This is it? Just what are these sellers worth to you?”

“More than that, but I don’t know if I can trust your judgement on clothing selection yet.” Actually, if the deal went the way I wanted it to, I stood to make a bare minimum of one hundred times the sum I’d given her. But I didn’t need to tell her that. Besides, I needed to make a monetary profit on the deal, too.

“You’ve never complained about my outfits before.” She pirouetted for emphasis. My eyes jumped down her curvaceous figure.

“Well, no, but I’m not that picky, either. Especially considering the subject inside the clothing. Since this is the first time I’ve let you use the company’s assets we’ll start small. Get to know each others’ tastes before we go all out. You know, find out if I like your choices in attire.”

“Alright. I guess this will do…for now. I’m heading out to get some shopping done before I have to get ready. I’ll see you in a few hours. At your place?”

I nodded and she disappeared. I tried to get back to work, but I just couldn’t concentrate. Finally sighing the futility of it all I locked up the office and headed for home myself.

Several hours later I heard a knock at my front door. I sprang from the computer desk, putting the computer in standby before dashing to the door. After standing in front of the door for a few seconds to regain my composure I opened it to the reveal my stunningly dressed date, Katie. She was clothed in a light dress that seemed just a little too light for the chilly spring season. The hem hung to mid thigh, practical in a business sense, but still sexy. The top reached no higher than her chest, which was boosted upward by the half cup bra underneath. Thin straps rested on her shoulders, holding the dress in place.

She eyed me up and down. “Isn’t that a little too unprofessional?”

I furrowed by brow, trying to register what she was talking about. A light, late spring breeze started up and tingled against my bare skin. My bare chest, to be exact. I looked down, caught slightly off guard. I’d totally forgotten that I hadn’t put a shirt on yet. “Oh, um, no. Actually, I was just about to finish getting ready. I sort of got distracted.” I had my slacks and socks on, but I was still naked from the waist up. Realizing my state of dress, or undress, I invited her in and headed for the bedroom to get ready.

“If I’d known you were going to dress down that much, I might have gone topless, too.” A feminine chuckle. “But you said they respected a professional appearance.”

“They do.” A small laugh of my own. “I gave you too much money, though. I couldn’t afford any shirts of my own.”

By now I had reached my bedroom closet and was rummaging for a shirt and coat. I had raised my voice to talk to her, expecting her to still be in the living room. I was slightly startled, to hear her so close to me. She had entered the room with me and was taking a seat on my bed, looking around at my inner sanctuary while she talked. “Yeah, as if you would run out of money. With a house like this, you can’t tell me you gave me the shirt off your back.”

“No, but I’ll give it to you if you want me too.” I turned around and slipped the soft cloth of my shirt up my arms. “Besides, didn’t I tell you not to judge people by their possessions. I could just be good at managing my debt.”

Her mouth opened slightly as she watched me button my shirt, eyes following my hand movements like a cat after a mouse. My eyes, in turn, dropped to her lap where she was sitting with her legs slightly apart. The hem of the skirt had lifted, revealing much of her milky thighs. “Yeah, but I’m still willing to bet this house is paid for.”

I shrugged and selected a tie from the rack on the closet door. “Well, I’m really good at managing my debt.” Before I could wrap the string of material around my neck she slid from the bed and closed the distance between us with two sensuous steps. She manipulated the tie towards a firm knot with swift, skilled presicion. I gazed into her honey brown eyes as she worked. The attention must have gotten to her slightly. A reddish glow hinted at her cheeks when she stepped back to admire her handywork. “You know how to tie a tie?” I asked.

“I had to learn for my father. He lost a hand in a work accident. I had to do a lot of things for him that he couldn’t do anymore.”

“Lucky guy. I wish I had the same vision he had every time you did up his tie for him.”

The glow on her cheeks became a little more evident. “Well, you gave me the same look he always gave me. Except his didn’t have the extra glint yours did.”

For one of the few times in my life I didn’t have anything to say back. I gazed thoughtfully at her while she returned a timid smile. A cute smile, I thought, as I pulled a suit jacket on. “There, I’m all set. How about you?”

“I should probably freshen up before we go. Where’s your bathroom?”

I pointed to the adjoining master bath. “I’ll be waiting in the living room when you’re ready.”

She didn’t keep me waiting long, joining me in the living room only a few minutes later. “I love this house. You’ve gotta give me the full tour before I leave for the night.”

The tone of her voice never changed as she spoke, but the look in her eyes spoke volumes about what she really meant. “I’d like that. I’ll have to show you some of the finer features.” My grin held its own hidden knowledge.

After the meeting I took Katie out to a fancier dinner to pay her back for the sweet deal she had helped me score. It was a sort of modified sports bar. One side for booths and formal dinners. The other half for TVs, the bar, and the high top tables. The menu complimented both sides nicely. It definitely wasn’t a five star restaraunt, but their steaks and ribs were excellent.

We took a table near the back corner where we could have a good view of all the TVs except one. And a good view of all the people. I liked watching people, they were always so fascinating. Like taking an African safari without going to Africa. All the wildlife was already trained, but still slightly unruly. Katie and I took the back stools, which meant if we turned towards each the table wouldn’t be between us, acting more like a bar than an actual table.

We ordered our drinks and chatted amiably enough. As we talked the world filtered out, leaving only the two of us. I’d never felt like that, I realized, when my mind took a step aside to examine itself. Usually talking bored the living daylights out of me, but I was totally into her. I liked hearing her voice. The smooth feminine lilts flitting from the well curved lips. Her cheeks widening as she smiled at a joke or witty insight. Her hands moving to her forehead to push an errant strand of hair away.

Put plainly, I was enraptured. The mood was ended all too swiftly when the waitress interrupted us for our order. We placed it and she left us alone again.

Katie spoke first after the waitress had gone, “You know, that’s the second time you’ve looked at me like that tonight.”

“Excuse me?”

“Like you’re a breath away from kissing me.” Her voice sounded teasing, but her eye held a sparkle.

“Sorry. Must be the view. I told you I needed a good looking woman with me tonight, didn’t I?”

She crossed her legs then, lifting her knee high in the process. My eyes flicked down involuntarily to take in the length of thigh that had become exposed. “I thought you meant for the sellers, not you.”

A casual shrug as I leaned back in my chair. “I’ve always believed in taking full advantage of every situation.”

“Every situation?” She uncrossed her legs and spread them a bit for balance on the chair

“Absolutely. If you don’t there’s a chance you might miss a piece of life that you’ll regret not taking later.”

She sipped on her drink. “That’s interesting. I’ve never thought of it that way.” She tried to set the drink back on the table, but missed. The bottom clinked against the table enough to disrupt the contents of the glass and spill them down the side. A few large drops of liquid splashed onto her legs and skirt. Katie gasped, then moaned as she lifted her skirt to get a closer look at the mess. Her voice held genuine frustration, “Noo. I just bought this dress.”

She may have been exasperated, but I was exhilerated. She had lifted the skirt enough that I had a clear view into her crotch. Katie’s thighs curved towards a lacy pair of panties that matched the color of the dress. As I gazed, I could see the thin material hugging tightly against the treasures of her sex. I wasn’t really paying attention as my voice rolled out, “It should be alright. Its not too big of a mess.”

I couldn’t rip my eyes away from her groin. The view was marvelous. I could just imagine my tongue sliding up her thighs to lick against the edges of her panties. Then pulling them aside to push against her wet cunt. Eventually I realized she wasn’t examining her skirt anymore. I reluctantly pulled my eyes from her groin and to her eyes.

My head snapped clear when I realized she’d been looking at me for quite some time. She let the skirt fall back into place. “You really do take advantage of everything, don’t you.”

I couldn’t stop my grin from being slightly sheepish. “Absolutely. I never let one of life’s moments pass me by.”

“Well, it’s okay, I guess. You did want me to show you everything I bought. These panties are part of what I bought.” My heart thudded a little harder against my chest for a couple beats. “I have to get this cleaned up before it stains. I’ll be right back.” She slid off the chair, placing a hand on my knee for balance. She walked around me to go to the ladies room. As she did, her hand slid up from my knee to my groin where she gave my cock a good squeeze. She grinned over her shoulder at me as I watched her ass wiggle its way toward the back of the restaurant.

By the time she got back the food had already been served. We chatted our way through dinner. Neither of us mentioned the panty flash from earlier, but it was evidently still very much on our minds. Her hand kept dropping below the table top to fidget with the hem of her skirt. Every time her hand dropped, so did my eyes. I would look back up from her little tease to find a tiny little smile playing at the corner of her lips.

Looking around the restaurant I noticed that it had become rather crowded since we had got there. What this did was cause us to be a little more sheltered in our corner. Where as before we had had a good view of the everybody in the restaurant, and they had a clear view of us, we were now obscured behind the people sitting around us. All they were able to see of Katie and me if they really looked was the top of our table up.

Apparently Katie realized this as well. Her hand dropped to her skirt yet again. My eyes lowally followed. I expected her to simply play with the hem, but instead she gripped it. She crossed her legs, so I had a side on view of her left thigh. Slowly, teasingly, she pulled the side of her skirt up, revealing inch after creamy inch of gorgeous thigh. I felt a familiar stirring in my pants when she didn’t stop at the top of her thigh. Instead, she wiggled a little bit to slip the material of the skirt between her ass cheek and the seat. Seated with her bare bum on the seat she was able to pull the skirt up entirely, showing me the entire length of her leg, from ankle to waist.

I don’t think I drooled, but I’m not sure. I’d like to say I had a little more clout than that, but I can’t with any certainty. My eyes bounced between her mischievous grin and thigh as we finished off our meals. As we sat sipping our drinks and looking over the dessert menu an idea formed in my own mind. An idea I thought she would enjoy as much as me.

Shortly after ordering dessert I grabbed my suit coat and excused myself for the bathroom. Once there I headed straight for a stall. I swiftly shirked my pants and underwear. Folding my underwear into a compact wedge of cloth that fit flat and invisible in my suit coat pocket I pulled my pants back up. The new freedom of movement was weird, and invigorating. I couldn’t stop the grin from showing in the mirror as I washed my hands in cold water. When I had finally composed myself, I left the security of the bathroom.

Walking across the restaraunt to my table I felt a little exposed. That feeling was outweighed, however, by the feelings of excitement and freedom that my free balling gave me. I knew that all I had to do was simply open my coat and the weight of my manhood hanging against my trousers would be openly evident to anyone who cared to look.

Katie greeted me with a warm smile and spread legs. She had left the right side of her skirt down, so anyone who did happen to see into our corner wouldn’t get a peek at the show. The other side of her skirt however was still tucked up past her rear. What I could see was her fully exposed pantied groin. This time I took my sweet time gazing at the lacy pussy covering.

My cock slid against the material of my trousers as it stirred, reminding me of my own little surprise. Nonchalantly I place my napkin on my left thigh, which would hide my own antics from the rest of the restaurant. At the end of the napkin placement I slid my hand to my fly and pulled the zipper down with a swift tug. Katie’s eyes flew wide open.

Her eyes flicked up to mine and my grin widened to pure mischief. I looked down and saw that I hadn’t exposed much, but definitely enough that she could tell I wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her next sip of her drink downed half the the glass’ contents. I grinned wider and placed my hand on the inside of my thigh. I tugged on the material of my trousers and found that the material moved in such away that by tugging in different directions I could expose different parts of myself.

Katie stared at my hand movement. Her mouth hung open with lust. With one firm tug I felt an unveiling. My balls had spilled out of my trousers and into plain view.Her mouth dropped open. She faked a sneeze to hide her reaction and quickly took a long swallow from her drink.

I reached into my trousers to pull the rest of my genitals out, but paused at the last second. She looked at me. I nodded towards her groin. Katie smiled as the meaning of what I wanted sunk in. Her fingers slid into the lacy material of her panties. Counting down from three we revealed our sexes to each other simulatneously.

Freed from the material of my pants my cock began to grow and I had to readjust my napkin to ensure that no one but Katie had a view of my part of the show. Her pussy, however, instantly made my mouth water. The lips were compact, almost flush against the curve of her groin. The compactness allowed her clit to extend past her labia as it grew in reaction to my own growing hardness.

Before our gazing became stares we were interrupted by the return of the waitress with our desserts. I saw her eyes drop as she approached and I knew that from her distance and angle, she could see my exposed manhood. I’m sure that she couldn’t see that Katie was doing the same for me, but could tell that her skirt was higher than was traditionally ladylike. She was blushing fiercely as she tried not to peek over the top of the table as she placed our plates and took our empties. Her voice was small and carefully controlled as she asked, “Do you need anything else?”

I took a second to read her nametag. “Do you need anything else, Alice?”

The waitress blushed more deeply and turned to walk away. I thought our game was up and that she was headed straight to the management. Instead she stopped and looked back over her shoulder at me. Well, not at me anyway, but below our table. I lifted the napkin for the split second longer she cared to look. Her ears were even turning red as she made a bee line for the bathroom. Even ignoring one, ‘excuse me, miss?’ from another table in the process.

“I think she’ll be back,” Katie informed me.

The Program has a twist when it comes to gym classes. The kicker is that the boy showers with the girls, and the girl showers with the boys. It was time for the turning of the table, or more accurately, the worm.

Michael. Michael was really looking forward to it. Throughout the morning he had been in classes predominated by girls; the figure drawing and nursing classes. He would once again be naked in a room full of girls. But, this time, so would they. This was going to be real cool. As soon as the instructor told them to head to the showers Michael took off. He was even looking forward to seeing what a girls’ locker room would look like.

That part though turned out to be a little disappointing. It really wasn’t much different than the boys’ locker room, with the exception of a tampon dispenser. He wasn’t too sure what he had been expecting. Brassieres hanging up to dry? Panties strewn across the floor? There was, of course, nothing like that at all. However, he did notice that it smelled better; in fact, a lot better. There was quite a bit of scents of hair sprays, body lotions, and even perfumes. It was substantially more pleasant in this regard than the boys’ locker, which was predominated by the smell of jock straps and dirty t-shirts.

Michael, of course, didn’t have any locker assigned to him. He had no use for a locker. He could then have proceeded directly into the shower room. However, that would have resulted in missing out on quite a bit of fun. Instead, he sat down on the table used for clean towels and he waited. Where he was sitting had a good view down a few rows of lockers. As he sat there he thought about what was about to happen, his cock beginning to swell. He didn’t even have to touch himself. Just the thought of what was about to happen got him excited. He wasn’t even too sure whether or not it bothered him that he was getting a woodie. He felt like a legal exhibitionist. He was being given the right to expose himself to all of these girls, who had no choice but to accept the presence of his naked cock and would in fact have to respond by taking off their own clothes! This was really so cool. No matter what had happened before; no matter what might happen later; the next few minutes might make it all worthwhile.

The girls were naturally slow to enter the locker room. A few in fact did not. A few of them took off to their next class. Showers at Abberville College were optional, even prior to The Program. The change occurred when students complained about feeling insecure undressing in front of classmates. Rather than compel students to do something that would make them feel uncomfortable, even if it was clearly important to shower after gym, the college acquiesced. Students did have the right to say ‘no.’

It would then have been quite problematic to make this shower a requirement, and a number of girls who normally did shower used the college policy of volunteer showering to avoid having to undress in front of Michael, despite the fact that they were still wearing their sweaty gym outfits. They would come back later in the day and would then shower and change back into their street clothes.

But, not surprisingly, a number of them opted to change and shower despite the presence of Michael. They did so for a number of reasons. Some felt that providing this limited participation within The Program would provide some amount of collateral to shield them from ever having to become a full-fledged participant in the future. They had at least done something, whereas the other girls fled outright. In addition, the instructor indicated that those who stayed would get extra credit toward their final grade, perhaps even a full raise in their grade. This provided quite a bit of motivation for many of them, as some of them would now likely get an A. A few of them were also frankly curious about it. Showering with a boy in the safety and comfort of a school function with so many other girls present didn’t really sound too bad. It was certainly an experience that would be unique and likely never to be repeated. They might have quite a story to tell. So, Michael was eventually rewarded with the entry of a strong proportion of the girls from the class.

As they entered the locker room they were greeted by the sight of a broadly and proudly smiling Michael, sitting on the towel table, sporting a stiffie.

“My gosh!” exclaimed Tiffany, “Michael, you’ve already got a boner! Girls, look at him!” They hardly needed to be told. As the girls entered the room many stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of his stiff cock. Rather than the tittering and giggling that his erection had stimulated in the figure drawing and nursing classes, this time the girls were reacting with complaints, groans, and nervous squeals. “Gross!” “Disgusting!” “Put that away!” They knew that his erection was due to his anticipation of what they were about to do, exposing their naked bodies to him. The fact that he was already so fully aroused before they even had a chance to enter the room squelched any hope that the whole experience would be without significant sexual tension.

Michael was enjoying every second of it. Rather than feeling mortified at his own naked exposure, he was now feeling like the one in charge. He was now the one who was in the dominant, powerful position. He so much wanted to grasp hold of his cock and masturbate. He remembered as a kid having the fantasy of being able to peek into a girls’ locker room. He masturbated often to that fantasy. He would pretend that he was peeking through a hole into the girls’ locker room, watching the girls strip down to their undies, and then even more. Feeling his hard, throbbing cock as he was watched the girls slowly undress, revealing to him all their private secrets, all their private parts. And, now, he was actually right there, smack dab, actually within the locker room.

It was like being invisible. That had been another fantasy; being invisible and being able to walk around anywhere in the locker room; being able to get right up close. Looking right at a naked pussy that was just inches away from his eyes. This was perhaps ten times better. Like being invisible, he could walk right up to one of the girls and she wouldn’t, she couldn’t, hide herself. She would have to let him look, which made it all so much cooler. They knew he was there. They could see his hard, stiff dick. The fact that they were so embarrassed at his presence, made him all the more excited. They could see his hard-on, but they still couldn’t hide themselves. Yes, this could make his participation in The Program worth all of the prior and subsequent humiliation put together.

He got down off the table and boldly walked up to the girls stripping off their clothes. His cock was waving back and forth in the air as he approached. It actually felt like a weapon jutting out from his body; the lance of a knight approaching the fair naked maidens. And they did indeed look at it like it was a hot rod that they so feared might burn them.

Most of the girls were stripping as fast as they could. They were almost literally tearing off their clothes. Pretty much all of them also turned their backs when they got to their sports bras and panties. However, that didn’t really matter. Some of them didn’t seem to appreciate the fact that when they stripped off their panties and bent over to either pull them off their ankles or pick them up, he got a real good peek at their cute little cunnies from behind. Michael often liked this vantage of the cunnie better than the front. It seemed to him, at least based on the pictures he would see of girls bending over, that it was more revealing of the mons and lips than the frontal view. And, it seemed like a more submissive vantage, like she was presenting her cunnie to the dominant stallion, asking to be mounted. A few little rosebuds even came into view.

It was against the rules of The Program for him, and for them, to hide nudity with any clothes or any other means, including the hands. A few of the girls though did put their hands behind themselves to cover their bottoms as they removed their panties or bent over. It was such an instinctively natural move, or so embarrassing not to do so, that it was just too hard for them to resist. Michael could turn them in. It was within his right do so. Violation of a Program rule could result in a mandatory full participation at a future date. However, Michael decided not to. He didn’t want to be mean about it. He certainly knew how they felt. And, besides, their efforts to hide themselves were also rather erotically appealing. The fact that he could still see much of their sweet white, wiggly bottoms, and even some of their butt cracks, despite their best efforts to protect their modesty, their dignity, was very enticing.

It was particularly good when they got all of their clothes off, their gym clothes stuffed into their lockers, and had to run to the showers, as they had to run right by him, and run they did. He fully appreciated that they didn’t all run by at the same time, as each one put on her own unique, personal show. He got a real nice display of boobies in all sizes and shapes bouncing and jiggling in all sorts of manner as the girls ran by, squealing in embarrassment. Whereas before the girls ogled and belittled his erect penis, now they tried to ignore it, trying to pretend there wasn’t a guy standing right there, his stiff cock poking out, poking out for them as they ran naked before him.

And, of course, that was only half the show. He was also treated to quite a display of different cunnies: blonde, brunette, and redhead; some bushy, some sparse that showed quite a bit of the lips, and some sure as heck seemed to actually be shaved. These he liked the most, as he could then see every little detail. It was like they were doubly undressed and exposed. And, the cunnies themselves varied in such enticing ways: some thick, fleshy, and double layered, whereas some with just a delicate little slit, and all manner of variation in between. It was clear that evolution had not yet settled on what was the best looking pussy. It took a tremendous strength of will not to grab hold of his cock. He knew that he darn well was going to need some relief at the end of the day. If only he had a photographic memory or, even better, a video camera. What he would give for a camera. Well, as his mother would say, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

A couple of the girls didn’t even seem to be bothered by his presence. In fact, they clearly appeared to be enjoying it. For example, Bonnie did not run to the shower. On the contrary, she took her time, sauntering by him with a rather self-satisfied smile, thrusting her chest out proudly, and for a darn good reason as her breasts were even larger and firmer than Chrissie’s, which was saying a lot. She watched out of the corner of her eye at how his eyes followed her every move. She always enjoyed turning a guy’s head, and this was quite an opportunity. When she had gone past him she “accidentally” dropped her shampoo and said “Oops, how clumsy.” She bent over, keeping her bottom high up in the air.

Michael’s eyes widened and his cock seemed to strain at its covering, like it wanted to explode through its limitations like a snake shedding its skin, swelling to even greater thickness and length. What a delectable view! Her mound poked out so deliciously between her thighs, a soft pouch of delight, split down the middle by an enticing slit that would open to such outstanding pleasure. Her larger crack was itself open enough to reveal her wrinkled, brown butt hole, and yet she did not appear to be at all ashamed or embarrassed. She even looked back at him while maintaining her provocative pose and said, “Well, Mikey, aren’t you going to join us for a shower?” She then reached back as if to scratch an itch on her bottom, but was instead clearly using this as an excuse to open her cheeks up even further.

Michael was speechless. His hand started to move to his cock. He had to do it. The rules will have to be broken. But, as he was reaching for himself Bonnie giggled at the obvious effect she was having on him, and she stood back up straight and sauntered into the shower room. His eyes followed the exaggerated wiggle in her walk as she disappeared from sight.

Michael sighed in frustration. It was probably fortunate she left, as he might have in fact gotten into trouble, touching himself. There would have even been a witness: Alice; the same Alice from the morning class in nursing. She was still standing toward the back of the row of lockers, smiling knowingly at him, now completely naked.

Her breasts weren’t nearly as large as Bonnie’s or Chrissie’s, but they were just as enticing. Their shape was outstanding, as round as melons, white as snow, and capped with red tipped eraser head nipples that were really standing up tall. “Golly, Michael,” she said, a mischievous gleam in her smile and voice, “Looks like you just can’t seem to keep that big guy down.”

Michael smiled in return, appreciative of the fact that she referred to it as a “big guy.”

She said, “Would you like to have it go exploring?” She reached down to lightly caress herself between her legs, drawing his attention to her own sex.

“Oh man,” he gasped. She had very evident thick, full lips, evident in part by the fact that she was fully shaven, and they also seemed to him to be slightly opened, like a flower revealing her inner petals that were dewy wet with arousal. Michael gulped with confusion, anxiety, and lust. There was really no way he could actually do it with her, not right now, not in the locker room. He knew he would cum quickly but it was simply too big a risk. It would clearly be well against The Program rules and, for some odd reason, he felt like it would be a betrayal of his partnership with Chrissie. But, still, it would feel so, so good. No girl had ever given him such an offer. How could he turn down an opportunity to actually have sex? After Ms. Billingsley, after looking at all of these girls, his balls were really beginning to ache.

“Hurry up, Michael. The offer can’t last long and once this day is done, the offer is null and void.”

“Oh Alice!,” he exclaimed. “I really want to, I really do, but, you know, it’s against the rules.”

Alice didn’t care. It was not that she found Michael to be especially attractive. He was cute, but he was, well, a geek. However, he was the first male participant in The Program, and that carried a lot of cache. Imagine being the one to have sex with the first participant! Alice reached down with both hands and spread open her lips, revealing the soft, wet, tender flesh inside that would caress, engulf, and squeeze his cock. “Rules are made to be broken, Michael.”

“No, I can’t,” he exclaimed and ran into the shower room.

All of the talk in the shower, until he had arrived, was, of course, about Michael. A few of the girls were speculating over whether or not he had a girlfriend. They weren’t doing this because they were interested in dating him. The reason instead was that if he did have a girlfriend, they could let him know that if he misbehaved in any way, if he even looked at them any further, they would tell on him. But, nobody really knew him that well, and the best guess was that he was probably single.

When he joined the girls in the shower he was met with another round of squealing and protesting. The girls urged, cajoled, and begged him to look away, although at the same time, with only a couple of exceptions (e.g., Bonnie), taking full advantage of stealing glances and even hard stares at his own exposed hard cock.

Watching the girls shower as he washed himself was in some respects better than watching them undress. They went into all sorts of poses, postures, and movements that revealed so many different looks. It was like he was in a cornucopia of naked boobs, butts, and cunnies; a bountiful affluence of pretty naked bodies, all for his live viewing pleasure.

He particularly liked it when they bent over to wash their ankles and feet. But, watching them wash their boobies, cunnies, and bottoms took a very close second. It was like they were playing with themselves, and he imagined that it was in fact his own hands playing across their wet, slippery, smooth, sexy bodies.

Washing himself also gave him an excuse to touch himself. He repeatedly felt the “need” to soap, lather, and hand scrub his genitals. Once or twice was definitely not enough, particularly because each time he started he could not stay there too long. As his soapy hand slipped up and down his shaft he could feel himself getting close to climaxing, and so he would have to stop to regain control.

A part of him wanted to cum in the shower. It’s possible that he could do it without anyone noticing. The cum might just look like soap suds. And, besides, it would be kind of cool to do it in front of the girls. He could tell that some of them would in fact enjoy seeing him shoot his load. Bonnie in particular was giving him all sorts of encouraging looks, and sweet poses. It might even be fun to do it in front of the girls who would be offended or shocked by it. He had never thought of himself as being an exhibitionist before, but he could see now see the pleasure of something like that. Shocking a girl with the sight of his manly cock releasing loads of hot gooey spunk. But, he knew that if he went that far he would be turned in by at least one of the girls, and he wanted to avoid breaking any of the rules, particularly in that way. Imagine getting in trouble for jacking off in front of a bunch of naked girls. No, he would only bring himself close. He did have to clean down there, but he wouldn’t let himself cum. It was hard though; it was very, very hard.

He spent quite a bit of time in the shower. Many of the girls did not linger. Once they felt minimally clean enough they dashed off, their naked feet making little slapping noises on the wet shower tile as they dashed back to their lockers to change, their little bottoms wiggling and jiggling as they scampered away. However, there were a few that found the experience stimulating enough that they took their time. It didn’t seem so obscene, so dirty, while they were in fact cleaning themselves. And, besides, this was an official college exercise. That at least gave them an excuse for staying rather than having to admit their own interest.

Michael, however, did not want to wait until the very last girl left. He certainly didn’t want to be left in the shower with just Bonnie or Alice, who were clearly taking their time. He knew he could not resist their temptations a second time. Besides, he also wanted to have the pleasure of watching girls dress.

As soon as there were only a few left, he took off himself. Alice called out, “Scaredy-cat” as he left. She wasn’t being mean-spirted about it. You could hear the friendly tease in the sound of her voice. Perhaps she was right, but he didn’t want to miss the dressing.

Unfortunately, by the time he got back to the lockers some of the girls had already dressed and left. They were foregoing the usual time spent in putting on lots of make-up and carefully fixing their hair. He did, however, get to see a couple of girls bending over to slide their breasts into their cups. Watching a girl dress was really so very sexy. You got to see their full nakedness and then each step toward the eventual state of clothed modesty. It was like you actually had x-ray eyes, as you knew full well what was on underneath, and what was even beneath that. He particularly liked it when he saw a girl in just her bra and panties. The girls were not necessarily dressed in the most sexiest or provocative of underwear, but it was still plenty sexy. He had always imagined as a kid having x-ray eyes, being able to see through girls’ outer clothing to reveal their “unmentionables,” their dainty things.

He had even bought a pair of X-ray glasses as a kid that were advertised at the back of a comic book. He waited until summer to order it so that he could be the one to get the mail. He was worried that his parents would become suspicious over him receiving a “plain, brown package,” as it was described in the advertisement. He checked the mail every day. When it finally arrived he dashed to his bedroom and instantly tried it out, looking out through his bedroom window at the Peterson sisters playing in their back yard. But, it was a huge disappointment; a complete bust. The glasses just seemed to make everyone look like they were in silhouette. He knew that he should, could, get his money back, but there was no way he could do so without the help of his parents, and he wasn’t about to let them know about it.

But, now, it was essentially for real. He could see everything, live, in person. He particularly liked the matching pink bra and panty set of Susie. They were both sprinkled with little white daisies across a pink field. She really looked so feminine, so sweet, so sexy. It was a shame when she covered her little pink bra with her white blouse, and fastened together her red skirt over her panties. However, whenever he would see her again, he would remember how at one time he knew full well what she had on underneath, and he could imagine that she was perhaps wearing that same set right then, and, beneath those bra and panties, he even knew full well what she looked like without them: her puffy little titties, perky nipples, taught bottom, and, best of all, that diminutive slit that ran across her fresh, virginal, delicate pouch.

Bonnie and Alice were now out of the showers themselves, and were drying off. Michael was fully dry himself. He considered staying to watch them. He knew that they would put on quite a show. However, his balls were really beginning to ache, and he was frankly worried that he might even be late for the next class, or at least Chrissie might wonder why he was the last one to leave the locker room, leaving only with Bonnie or Alice. No, he better show some maturity and get out of there before it was too late.

“Bye Bonnie, bye Alice,” he yelled as he took off. They both smiled, waved back, and said, “See you later, Mikey.” He sure hoped so.

When he came out of the locker room, Chrissie was indeed waiting for him, along with their security guard.

Chrissie. Chrissie’s experience in the shower was quite different from Michael’s, although in some respects not so different at all.

In her case, the boys dashed into the locker room ahead of her. Not surprisingly, many more of the boys were looking forward to showering with Chrissie than the girls were looking forward to showering with Michael. However, it was true that a few of the boys had left without taking a shower. These included some of the boys who felt uncomfortable showering with other boys. The reasons were never clear, or at least were not offered. They didn’t have to explain, as explaining might also make them feel uncomfortable. Coach Gordon suspected that it had something to do with the size of their penises. He assumed that the boys who didn’t want to shower were the boys with really small penises, or at least they thought they were small.

A few other boys also declined to shower with Chrissie. These were boys who were terribly concerned about getting erections. Many of them had or were fighting back erections all through gym class. Thank goodness for tight jock straps! However, there would be no such protection within the shower, and a number of the boys really did not want to have erections in front of other guys. It might seem kind of gay to have boners in the presence of other naked guys, even if there was a naked girl there as well and, frankly, most of the guys questioned how big they were. It was one thing to be the last one picked for a game of basketball or baseball, it was quite another thing to be the guy with the smallest boner. When one was limp, one could claim that one’s small size was due to the cold air or water, or that the size when small doesn’t really translate well to the size when erect. But, there were no illusions, no excuses, when one had an erection. That was the frank, concrete, true measure of masculinity, at least it seemed that way to them.

So, surprisingly, at least for Chrissie, the locker room was not nearly as crowded as she thought it would be.

And, unlike Michael, she did not just sit there to watch all of them get undressed. She went immediately to the shower room. Like many of the girls with Michael, she wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. She was not about to linger and enjoy this.

She could not, however, avoid seeing the guys naked, or avoid having to share the shower with them. In fact, there were already a few guys in the shower when she walked in, and their heads quickly turned as she entered the mist enshrouded room. Eyes widened in wonder and delight as they gazed upon those gorgeous boobs, and cocks instantly began to swell.

Chrissie at first felt severely self-conscious, particularly when she noticed some of them; well, most of them; actually, even worse, it seemed like all of them, were becoming aroused. She knew she was safe. They wouldn’t touch her; they wouldn’t even been mean or disrespectful. They would get into significant trouble if they did. But, there was still something very intimidating about being alone in a room full of naked guys with expanding, growing penises. There were so many of them, all slowly thickening, stiffening, poking out, and then poking up.

It was like being naked in a room full of intimidating, menacing guys, all with their weapons unsheathed, ready to approach her, to use her for their pleasure, to rape her in all available ways, all points of entry.

A couple of the guys were even acting proud about their erections. They made no effort to hide their hard cocks (although according to the rules, they couldn’t even if they wanted to); on the contrary, they boldly displayed them to her, never turning away to wash, always facing directly at her, their hard dicks thrusting out and standing up, with proud smiles on their faces. They seemed to enjoy the fact that their exhibitionistic display made her feel uncomfortable. They seemed to feel more masculine, more virile, more powerful, to have her appear to shirk, to cringe, perhaps even to quake at the sight of their powerful manliness.

However, her anxiousness diminished somewhat as she noticed that some of the guys appeared to be as nervous about this as her. She could see that they might even be as embarrassed about her seeing their things as she was about them seeing hers. They were keeping their backs to her, preferring the lesser of two evils in having her see their butts rather than their erect penises. Some turning was inevitably necessary for showering but even then they avoided eye contact whenever their hard penises came into sight.

Bennie Johnson in particular seemed to quite embarrassed, perhaps because he was a bit pudgy, and his penis did appear to be a bit on the small size. No, it was in fact really small, and clearly the smallest one in the room.

Chrissie moved over to use the showerhead in between Bennie and Jackson. She felt much less intimidated washing next to Bennie

She smiled sweetly at him. “You know, Bennie, it’s okay in The Program if you get an erection. I don’t mind.”

Bennie smiled back, but it was still a rather nervous, self-conscious smile.

Jackson, showering on her other side, asked, very politely, if Chrissie would pose for him.

“I don’t have time Jackson, you know that. I need to wash up to get to my next class.” It wasn’t a very good excuse.

“It won’t take long. Just one quick pose.”

Chrissie knew that she had to agree. She stopped washing her thighs, sighed, and said, “Alright, what do you want me to do?”

Jackson grinned broadly. “Turn around, spread your legs way out, bend your knees, and put your hands on the floor.” Cocks that were only half swollen rose sharply at just the thought of this pose, and they would stiffen even harder at the sight.

There was no way this could be anything other than humiliating. She turned her back to Jackson, spread her legs well apart, bent her knees, and leaned forward to rest her hands on the floor. It was not an easy pose, and it was certainly a very obscene one. Hot water from the shower splashed across her back and her upraised white butt, and a stream of water then flowed down her wide open butt crack, down the brown skin deep in the crevice, across her exposed, wrinkled, puckered rose bud, and finally ending with a dribbling flow off her cunnie mound.

Jackson modified the pose somewhat. “Chrissie, if you wouldn’t mind, I would really appreciate it if you would spread your cheeks for us as well. We really aren’t able to get a good look at your, um, your anus.”

Chrissie couldn’t imagine her face getting any redder. This really had to be going too far, but he was still being polite. She sure wished that Hank Adams was in the shower with her. She could at least ask him if she had to do it. But, she knew the answer. She did have to do it.

She raised up somewhat and reached back to spread the cheeks of her bottom, as if she was inviting the guys to stick their hard things up her butt. She grimaced with shame and embarrassment. She had never done this for anyone before, not even a doctor, nor could she ever imagine doing this for a guy, any guy. She could not think of anything more obscene, more degrading.

Pretty much all the guys gathered behind her now, getting a real good luck. Some of them did have girls with whom they did stuff with, but none of them had a girl who would bend over and spread her ass cheeks for them. No girl had ever posed like that for them. And, this was not just any girl. This was the pretty, big titted, class president, Chrissie Pippins, running for re-election next year. “You sure are going to get my vote, Chrissie,” Jackson said.

“Thank you, Jackson,” she politely responded.

Chrissie closed her own eyes. Perhaps if she couldn’t see anything, she couldn’t see what she was doing. That was, of course, silly, but it did seem to help diminish her awareness that she was sticking out her butt and cunt to all of these guys; in fact, even spreading her cheeks as if she wanted them to fuck her in the ass. Just the thought of that though was horrifying.

The boys began to crowd together, apparently no longer self-conscious about having stiffies in front of each other. Normally that would be a point of tremendous humiliation, but if everyone was hard then it wasn’t so bad after all. In fact, with the obscene show being put on by Chrissie, one would probably now be more worried about being the one not getting an erection. Besides, nobody’s eyes were on anyone’s peckers. Their eyes were glued to the naked beauty of Chrissie’s dangling bubbies, her exposed pussy lips, her open butt, and her puckered asshole. If anything, it was difficult not to grab one’s cock and begin jerking it off. A few boys were in fact doing just that, pretending that they were just lathering themselves.

Steven was working particularly hard on cleaning his cock, imagining that Chrissie was presenting herself to him, asking him to fuck her in the ass. He could even see her anus winking at him. It was due largely to the tickling of the streams of water, but it was also a rather enticing, inviting puckering. He couldn’t hold himself back. He burst forth loads of cum, hiding it from view by cupping his left hand in front as the spurts gushed forth into his palm. It was difficult for him to remain steady, to hide his orgasm, as the waves of pleasure swept through his body, making his legs feel rubbery and weak, but he bent his knees and firmly gripped the shower floor with his bare feet. He felt considerably light headed, and he silently groaned as the throbbing and twitching of his cock within his tightly gripping right hand continued until the final weak spurts emptied into his palm. When he finished he looked around, checking to see if anyone had seen him. It looked like he was safe, as the eyes of the other boys were clearly occupied. He smiled with satisfaction and pleasure as he washed the cum into and out of his groin with the soap and water.

Jackson broke the spell with his remark that “The water running off her pussy, it looks like she is peeing.” He was right, but that statement qualified as rudeness, and rude, insulting remarks were against the rules.

It was a ticket to end the pose and Chrissie cashed it in. “Show is over boys,” she said, as she stood back up straight. No more poses would be allowed and she could finish her shower in peace; or at least as much peace as one could find in a shower full of naked boys with hard cocks.

She didn’t though stay much longer. She in fact wanted to get out as soon as possible so that she could perhaps towel off by herself. She was even considering letting her hair dry naturally. She wouldn’t normally do that, but she didn’t really want to stay much longer. She quickly pattered away.

The boys were uncertain what to do. Many of them wanted to chase after her. How many more opportunities would they have to watch a naked girl? However, as soon as she walked off most of them became quite self-conscious about their erections. What if Coach Gordon saw them with boners? He would probably make them run laps until their erections went down. That would be terribly embarrassing. And, besides, many of them had actually not yet done any true showering.

Bennie though did follow her out.

As Chrissie was toweling off he walked up to her, rather tentatively, his hard penis sticking up and out. As soon as he reached her, he covered it with his hands; a clear violation of the rules.

Chrissie considered turning him in. She did say, with some annoyance, “You can’t ask for any more poses, Bennie. Only one during any class period.”

“Oh, I know, Chrissie. I know. Um, I just wanted to say, that, um, well, I just wanted to thank you for doing that.”

He didn’t seem to appreciate that it really wasn’t her choice. Participating in The Program was her choice, sort of, but once she agreed to participate, she had to follow the rules, whether she liked them or not. “Yea, right,” she said, with some evident sarcasm.

“No, I mean it, Chrissie.” He looked back behind him. They were still alone. He had to say this fast before anyone else came out. “I, uh, well, I’ve never seen a girl before, one naked like that, and well, gosh, you’re so pretty and all. I don’t think I will ever see another girl as pretty as you. I know it must be hard to do what you’re doing. Heck, I can’t even let you see my thing.”

Some of the boys were now coming out. They could see Bennie and Chrissie talking. They left them alone. Frankly, they liked the fact that he was engaging her in conversation, as it was helping to keep her naked body in the locker room.

Chrissie finished her toweling. She wanted to just take off, but that would be brushing Bennie off. “Here, come with me,” she said, as she went over to the toiletries that had been left especially for her. As she was drying and brushing her hair, she said, “Bennie, you know you’re not suppose to cover yourself.”

Bennie’s eyes were fixed on her breasts, hanging and swinging from her body as she was bent over, brushing her hair. “I know, but, well, it’s a little embarrassing,” as if she didn’t already know that!

“Bennie, you don’t think that it’s embarrassing for me to have my breasts exposed like this? You don’t think it was embarrassing to have to bend over in front of all of you guys!”

Bennie felt bad for not really appreciating that, or at least that wasn’t what he meant. He had come over to her to say thanks, and instead he was just appearing to be inconsiderate. “You’re right, I know. It’s just that, well, you’re so pretty. You’re breasts are like, well, they’re fantastic, you must know that. And, well.” He removed his hands. If she was going to embarrass herself by bending over in front of him, he could at least admit to his own embarrassment. “I’m so small,” he said, quite quietly.

She looked down at him. He was small. He was even smaller than Mikey. This was Chrissie’s chance to get back at the boys, at least back at one of them, for embarrassing her like that. The tables were now turned.

But, there was really nothing to be gained by only making him feel worse, and actually much to be gained by making him feel better. She took from her purse another Notoid of courage, placed it in her mouth, and reached out for his little hard penis. “Bennie, it’s not the size that really counts, you know, it’s what you do with it. And, I bet you could do a lot with that manly thing.” She gave him a hard squeeze. The other boys’ eyes widened. This was clearly very much against the rules, but they weren’t about to complain.

Bennie certainly wasn’t going to complain. He smiled broadly as he felt Chrissie’s soft hand grasp his cock.

Chrissie had intended on only giving him a little squeeze. However, once her hand grasped his cock, she didn’t really want to let go. It felt nice in her hand: so hard, so stiff, so hot. She smiled back at Bennie and openly stroked him. “I don’t think I want to let go of this hard, manly penis, Bennie.”

It wasn’t in her nature to use dirty words, like “cock,” but that didn’t matter to Bennie. “You could get into trouble, Chrissie. You really should stop.” He looked back around, behind him. He could see all the guys watching, but none of them were protesting. In fact, he could clearly see the envy and jealousy in their eyes. He smiled with considerable pride, as well as pleasure, as Chrissie continued to stroke his hard dick. A couple of the guys were touching their own hard cocks.

Chrissie leaned in closer to Bennie, letting her breasts touch his chest, her hard nipples pressing against him. She whispered to him. “I don’t care, Bennie. I don’t care what happens to me. Your penis is so hot, so hard. I just want to play with it. I can’t help myself. Won’t you please let me, Bennie, just a little bit more?”

Bennie was shocked. Chrissie was surprising even herself. She was doing this for him, for Bennie’s self esteem, but she had to admit that the feel of his penis responding to her touch was actually fun. If anyone had asked her the day before whether she would be naked in the men’s locker room jerking off a guy; well, she might have stormed off in anger and disgust at even the suggestion. Yet, here she was, doing precisely just that, and even kind of enjoying it. Maybe it was due to all the sexual tension that had been building throughout the day. She couldn’t deny that as the day proceeded she was feeling more and more aroused herself. Yes, she was enjoying this, she was enjoying her masturbation of Bennie. She squeezed and pumped her hand harder.

The locker room was dead silent. All that could be heard was the sound of Chrissie’s hand on Bennie’s cock. It was the sound with which all the boys were very familiar: the sound of hand slapping cock. But, for most of them the sound was usually in a quite different context. Chrissie stopped briefly to squeeze some hand lotion into the palm of her hand. She was not the least bit experienced at giving a guy a hand job. She had touched a few, but had never before gone this far, but she did figure that the feeling would be even more pleasurable if she lubricated her hand with lotion. And, when she returned to his penis, she could tell she was right.

Bennie’s eyes squeezed shut in passion. He leaned his shoulders back and thrust out his hips. “Chrissie, Chrissie, wait, stop, really, I’m really going to do it.”

“I want you to do it, Bennie. I want you to spurt your stuff.” She shifted a bit to his side so that he wouldn’t hit her with any of it when he popped, and she pressed her breasts harder against him as her fist slid fast up and down his cock. “I bet you have lots and lots of stuff, Bennie. Won’t you let me see your stuff, Bennie, please?”