Blair's Freshman Year By Volante DISCLAIMER: This is a copyrighted work and the intellectual property of the author. Any reposting or reproduction is strictly prohibited without the express written permission of the author. The contents of this story are fictitious. Any similarity to persons alive or dead is purely coincidental. This story contains descriptions of sex. It is intended for adults only. If you are offended by material of this nature, are under the legal age in your location to read this material, or it is illegal for you to possess this material, go no further. Chapter One Ironically, the first time I saw Ms. Carter she was naked. I had just arrived at her boarding house on Thursday afternoon, knocked on the door and when no one answered I walked around to the back yard. I heard some music playing beyond a large wooden privacy fence, which surrounded the rear portion of the lot. I opened the gate and saw a very attractive woman in her mid-late thirties lying very naked in a lounge chair by a swimming pool. Her golden body was glistening in the sun, coated with tanning lotion. She heard the gate open and looked in my direction. "Blair, I see you made it!" She said. At this point I knew this must be Helen Carter. She was an old friend of my mother. My mother spoke of her often and I frequently overheard them talking on the phone, but I had never met her until now. I wasn't sure if I should be embarrassed by her nudity. I wanted to avert my eyes but found I was drawn to her elegant form. She stood form her chair, "Here, let me slip something on and I will show you around." She walked toward the back porch of the house and grabbed a robe. I've never considered other girls as sex objects before, but Ms. Carter had an amazing body. She was the definition of sexy. She slipped on her robe. Turning off the radio, she asked, "Are your bags still in your car? Can I help bring them in?" I said that they were and we walked in through the house back into the front yard where my car was and she helped carry them in. She led me upstairs to small room with simple furnishings. "This will be your room, Blair." She said. "The other girls are out and about on campus. I'm sure you will meet them later." Ms. Carter ran a small boarding house for college girls at the University. When I had chosen to attend this school, my mother insisted that I stay with her old friend rather than pay extra for the dorms. Since there were other girls there and it would save me money, I agreed. I was given a quick tour of the house and then left to unpack. I agreed to eat dinner at the house that night since it would give me a chance to meet the other 3 girls staying there. After sorting out my things I decided to take a brief tour of the campus. On my way out I looked through the back door and saw Ms. Carter lying nude again in the sun. As I left the house and walked around, I couldn't help but wish that I looked as amazing as she did. Getting back to the house with still a little time before supper, I called my mother and let her know I had arrived safely. At one point while talking, my mother had asked if I had experienced any "surprises" since getting settled in. I told her no; Ms. Carter had been sunbathing all afternoon (I left out the naked part). I asked why she had asked that question and she replied, "Just curious." When I got off the phone and went downstairs, Ms. Carter was placing food on the table, she was dressed this time and I still thought she looked attractive. Also, my new roommates were present. I was introduced to Jana (a senior), Ashley (a junior), and Carol (a fellow freshman). We proceeded to eat and small talk. Standard "Where are you from?", "What's your Major?" stuff. I was stunned by the beauty of all the girls here and especially by Jana. Jana was a striking 5'-10" with an incredible figure. Her all American blonde hair and blue eyes added to the grace and poise that she carried herself with. Although she had a model's face and a showgirl's body, her charisma kept her from appearing snobbish. My first impression of her painted a picture of a stuck-up rich bitch debutant. She was anything but that. She fascinated me in almost every way. Ashley on the other hand was a party girl type. She had long brown hair, nice body and wild green eyes. I could tell she was a monster flirt. She had brown hair like me but hers was a lot longer. Finally, there was Carol. She was truly the definition of the blond girl next door. Her face was so cute I bet she could have won over any boy she wanted back home. From what I could tell from sitting at the table, her body was fairly amazing as well. However, she did seem a little shy and withdrawn. Being a typical girl sizing up her competition, I compare my own features to theirs. I was 5'-7" and measured 34"-24"-32". I had receive a lot of attention back in high school with my looks but I also knew that there were plenty of women far more attractive than I. Maybe, I was being hard on myself but I felt I was out of my league here with these girls, including Ms. Carter. As we were finishing our meal, Ms. Carter said, "Now that we are all present, I would like to go over a few rules I have for our 2 new roomies. First I cook supper Monday through Thursday evenings. If your not going to be present, I need to know in advance. Second, absolutely no boys in the house without advanced notice. Third, I expect your rooms to cleaned and for you to clean up after yourself. Fourth, your parents have entrusted me with you while at this school and I shall go to great lengths to oversee your grades and your personal development into women." After a moments pause she added, "There are a few other rules but we will discuss those later as they become relevant." I notice the two older girls give a quiet giggle at that comment and I wondered, "What other rules?" We helped clean the table and then sat out back by the pool got to know each other a little. I really liked the other girls and felt good about being where I was. The next morning I registered for my classes and took the time to find where my classes were located. Classes started in two days, so best to be prepared, I told myself. I had signed up for the basic introduction level college classes and had to choose one elective class. I had chosen "Sexuality 101". At the sign-up area a representative informed me that "Sexuality 101" was not a biology or anatomy course, but rather a study on the sexual behaviors of humans. My mother had raised me in a very open environment. Being a single mother she dated often and I was often exposed to her flirtatious manor. I myself had lost my virginity just a year ago but was still very curious. Signing up for a sexuality course for my first semester would be my first steps into becoming an adult, I thought. I ate lunch in the cafeteria then went back to the house. The afternoon was becoming a very hot August day so I put on my swimsuit and headed out back to the pool. The back yard was very large with not only a pool but a small pool house, bar-b-que pit, gazebo and other traditional Americana. As I approached the pool I noticed someone lying back in a lounge chair. It was Ms. Carter. And she was again naked. She saw me and said, "Don't mind me. Just sun-worshiping." I shrugged and dove into the pool. As I relaxed in the cool water Ms. Carter asked, "So what classes did you end up with?" "Basic stuff mostly." I said. "What elective did you choose?" Even though I wasn't shy I still felt slightly uncomfortable discussing sex. Perhaps that's why I felt the need to select that course in particular. "Sexuality 101" I said, reluctantly. Even from across the pool I could see a large smile come across her face. Hmmm, I wonder what that meant? Trying to change subjects, I asked, "What are the other rules of the house that you hinted at last night?" The smile never waned from her face, "None of them are relevant right now. I'll be sure to let Carol and you know soon enough." She obviously noticed the grimace in my face as she dodged the question, so she added, "Don't worry. Neither Jana nor Ashley has complaints about staying here. I don't believe you would find any complaints from any past tenants either. In fact, everyone would give glowing reviews on their stay here. All of my students have graduated with honors." Ahh, I thought. So this must be a study thing. She probably enforces study time and overlooks homework assignments. Which was fine by me, I could certainly take advantage of better study habits. I barely even made the grade to get accepted to this school. I continued to lounge about in the pool. I caught myself frequently stealing glances at Ms. Carters naked, shining body. I began to admire not only her fantastic body but also her confidence and ability to be comfortable naked, even if it was only around me and perhaps the other girls. Ms. Carter soon went back inside and I was later joined by the other three girls of the house. Seeing the others in their swimsuits, revealing their bodies made me self-conscience. All of these girls were absolutely gorgeous. As we wasted away the afternoon in the pool, my own self-imposed inadequacies gave way to enjoying their company. As were going back inside, Ms. Carter surprised us by snapping a quick picture of us exiting the pool. She said she wanted to capture a moment of our first weekend as a new household. Days later, when I looked at the developed picture, I saw four incredibly hot girls that any man would drool for. The weekend went by rather uneventfully. We four girls rode into town on Saturday afternoon to see a movie. On Sunday, I spent the day walking around the campus. I absolutely adored the southern beauty of this campus. It was secluded from the main city just enough to give it a rural feel. Finally, Monday arrived: the first day of classes. My first two classes of the day were short as the instructors simply introduced themselves and gave us an outline of the course. However, my third class turned into something totally unexpected. It was my Sexuality 101 class. As I entered the room I was surprised to see Carol, my freshman roommate from Ms. Carter's house, sitting at a desk. I sat next to her and we talked about our first classes as other students were coming into the room. Then, after the classroom was filled, the instructor came in. It was Ms. Carter! I had no idea that she was a professor here. She walked in wearing a dark sundress carrying a briefcase. She set the briefcase on her desk and before she had even scanned the room she pulled her sundress over her head. She was wearing no underwear and now stood before the class stark naked! A collective intake of breath was heard throughout the room. Some of the girls had covered their mouths in astonishment and most of the guys were suddenly shifting in their seats. "Good morning class." Ms. Carter said. "I will be your instructor for this class. I am Helen Carter and this is 'Sexuality 101' ". She walked to the front of her desk, her full body on display and showing no signs of awkwardness or embarrassment. "I am sure some of you will decide this course is not for you. In this course everyone will be graded on active participation as well as other factors. Everyone will be required to participate in very frank discussions and activities concerning the sexual habits of adults. All I ask is that if you decide that this course is not for you that you drop the course immediately. Do not even bother to show up for Wednesdays class." She scanned the room as she spoke. At one point she caught my eyes and I believe I saw a twinge of smile on the corners of her mouth. Does Mom know about this, I wondered. Then a worse thought entered my mind, what does it mean if Mom does know about this? Ms. Carter continued, "If anyone is uncomfortable as of this moment they may leave now." She paused for a minute. One girl from the back of the class left the room. "One other point to consider, if anyone has a boyfriend or girlfriend that is of a jealous nature, you might consider changing classes. You will be required to interact in a variety of situations that your mate may not approve of." "I don't think we will get in depth with any activities today. I will give everyone a chance to decide whether to continue with the class first. I sincerely hope to see all of you Wednesday," She finished. Then she walked back around her desk, grabbed her dress and slipped it back on. She walked out of the classroom, leaving us to ourselves. Immediately, everyone started to speak. The room erupted into voices as everyone discussed what had just happened and if they were going to come back or not. Carol and I looked at each other in awe. What had we gotten ourselves into? It was lunchtime so we decided to go to the cafeteria together and talk about this further. We debated about what kind of "activities" and "interaction" she could be talking about. Surely, she wouldn't make us go all the way as part of a class project. Was that even legal? The only thing we knew for sure was that we now had a much better idea of what to expect with these other "rules" of the house Ms. Carter had hinted at. Carol seemed extremely worried about the class, she revealed. She seemed much more modest and shy than many other girls I knew. I was by no means a show off. I could hardly imagine myself going around naked in public like Ms. Carter did, but I also wasn't afraid to wear a small bikini or strut a little from time to time. I got a fair amount of attention in high school and figured I was at least above average in looks. But Carol, although very pretty by my standards, was actually very torn with the idea of returning to that class or not. She and I hadn't had but a couple of days to bond, but since we were both freshmen in the same house I convinced her that this would be our own statement of independence. I explained that this could not only be a way for us to discover ourselves but we could also help each other through the sexuality class as well as school in general. She seemed calmed by that and we left the dining hall and went back to the house. I don't know which came as more of shock to me that day, Ms. Carter undressing in class or what happened once Carol and I got home. We walked in and found Ms. Carter sitting in the living room with Ashley and Jana. They all were elated to see us, as if they had been waiting on us. "Can we start now?" Ashley asked Ms. Carter. Start what? I questioned myself. "I don't see why not." Ms. Carter replied. "Come sit with us girls," she motioned to us. Carol and I looked at each other and sat on the sofa opposite the girls. Ms. Carter said, "You have no idea how great it is that the two of you are both in my class. The other two girls are ecstatic that they don't have wait for your induction." "What induction?" I blurted out. "When I have girls here that don't end up with my class," Ms. Carter started, "we have to bring them into the ways of the house slowly as to not scare them off. But in my sexuality class, the entire course is very fast pace and designed to keep everyone off guard. Since you will be experiencing some of my methods in class very soon, I have no problem extending some of the methods to my home now. It will give you an edge over your classmates." I asked, "Methods?" Ms. Carter smiled, "I teach three classes here at the University. Sexuality 101, which the two of you are in. Sexuality 201, which these two here have passed." She motioned to Jana and Ashley. "And sexuality 301 which Ashley has just started and dear Jana completed last year. For special students who have completed all 3 courses in their first three years I select some to assist in instructing the other classes as I see fit. Jana here is just such a student." She continued, "As you will soon see this is not an average, ordinary University. There are remarkable differences from other institutes. But you will discover those on your own. But for the here and now I will delve into another rule for the house. No clothing allowed. Upon entering this house each of you must take off every stitch of clothes you wear. At no point, unless special permission is granted by me, may any one of you wear a single article of clothing anywhere inside the house or in the back yard." Both Carol and I were shocked. We had to go naked? What has Mom gotten me into? I noticed the other two girls were grinning. Ms. Carter turned to them and said, "My special permission extending to you two is now revoked." Jana and Ashley immediately stood and began to take off their clothes. Ms. Carter looked at Carol and I, "You may not understand it just yet, but this will build your self confidence and expand your horizons. Now, take off those clothes." She grinned at us. As Carol and I slowly stood I saw that even Ms. Carter was undressing. Soon she was with the two older girls naked and waiting on us. Carol had a tear in her eye as she removed her pants and started to take down her panties. I finished taking off the last of my clothes. Carol was obviously very upset. I was still trying to get a handle on the situation myself to be of much help to her. As we waited on Carol to finish, I glanced at the other girls. I had seen them in swimsuits before but now there was nothing left to the imagination. As I studied the other girl's bodies they studied mine. For some reason, I was feeling adventurous that day and did not protest any. I thought the reason might be because of the way I admired Ms. Carter for openly sunbathing naked. When I refocus my thoughts to moment, I found that I was in even more awe of Jana. Her since of fashion had always added to her poise, but now, standing naked, I found she still held the same charm. I also noted that both Jana and Ashley had complete shaven their pubic hair. Carol finally joined us in the buff and covered her breasts with her arms. Ms. Carter turned to Jana and said, "Carol is obviously having difficulty with this. Why don't you take her up to your room and talk to her for a bit." "Sure thing," Jana replied. As Jana led Carol up the stairs, Ashley turned to me, "It is so great to finally be out of those things. I've been dying the past few days here with you guys around." "What's so great about being naked?" I asked her. "It's more than just being naked." Ashley answered. "It's a frame of mind. An attitude. It is the start of working out all of your hang-ups and fears." Ms. Carter jumped in, "Trust me, it wont take long to get used to it. I've never had any of my guests not like it." She paused. "I'll leave you two to yourselves while I start preparing for supper." "I'm going for a swim. Care to join me?" Ashley asked. "Um, sure." I said, my mind racing. I followed her out to the pool. continued...