The Freshman
Copyright 2005 by EC
EC's Erotic Art & Fiction - http://www.ecgraphicarts.com/

(warnings: corporal punishment, erotic discipline, public nudity, sex between 
adults, references to drug use, references to violence, language)

Chapter 1 - Orientation

August 28th was a big day for 18-year old Jason Schmidt. That was the day he 
started college and moved into his new dorm room on campus. It marked a big 
turning point in his life, when he would finally be away from the hassle of living 
under his parents.  Now he could come and go as he pleased, and no longer deal 
with their household rules. He had spent the last couple of years fantasizing about 
this day, and now finally it had come.

Jason's parents and his younger sister Cassie accompanied him to several campus 
orientation meetings, but finally all that ended. After moving several suitcases and 
boxes to his room, the rest of the Schmidt family headed back to their car. He 
pretended to be sorry to see them go, but in reality he was elated.

Jason's dorm was coed, but divided between male and female wings. The east 
wing of the building was for male students, while the west wing was for the 
females. Each floor had a common area between the wings, and a single Resident 
Advisor or RA, for each floor. Jason noticed in his orientation packet that the RA 
for his floor was female, a sophomore by the name of Cecilia Sanchez. 

Jason's heart jumped when he noticed something else in his orientation packet. 
There was no second name on the list under his room number. By pure chance, he 
had been assigned a room without a roommate. He would have the entire room to 
himself, something not very common for a freshman. As he unpacked his things, 
Jason couldn't believe his good fortune. That meant he would enjoy a lot of small 
personal freedoms and not have to face the disapproval or judgment of another 
guy his age.

The first freedom of having the room to himself he took advantage of 
immediately. The room was rather hot, so Jason took off all his clothes. He 
stuffed his clothing into a laundry bag and tossed it in his closet. He then briefly 
admired his bare figure in the dorm mirror and set about putting his things away. 
Jason enjoyed looking at his own body. He was in good shape from his high 
school track team, and had an attractive well-toned body.

Jason was something of a nudist, although he did not yet belong to any 
organizations. He hated wearing clothes and was always naked whenever 
possible. He had slept nude since he was 12, and from sleeping nude he had 
gradually extended his nude lifestyle to other areas in his daily routine. During his 
high school years he had always enjoyed being nude at home, a habit that, to 
some extent, put him out of place with his classmates. He liked to stretch in the 
buff before and after running, and would have gone jogging without any clothes if 
he could have done so without being arrested. His parents owned a swimming 
pool, and if they were at work, Jason invariably went skinny-dipping. He loved 
the feel of the warm sun on his bare bottom and the cool water of the pool 
washing against his privates. 

Jason was lucky that parents were somewhat accepting about his nude forays. 
They didn't approve, but at the same time they never punished him. The attitude 
they took was "if you're going to do that, show us some respect and make sure it's 
not when we're around". Jason took that to mean, if his parents and sister weren't 
home, he would always strip.

Jason continued to enjoy the feel of the warm dorm room air against his bare body 
as he unpacked his computer and began putting it together. He got down on his 
hands and knees to assemble the plugs on the floor under his desk, spreading 
himself wide and allowing his penis and balls to dangle freely. Precisely at the 
moment he was on his elbows and knees with his bottom turned up towards the 
entrance to his room, he heard the door open and the slight gasp of a woman's 
voice. He looked up to glimpse a petite dark-skinned young woman as she backed 
out and eased his door shut.

"You ought to lock your door if you're gonna to be in your room like that," came a 
comment from the other side. 

Jason was both embarrassed and excited at having been so prominently seen by a 
female student. He wondered how much of him she had seen, and whether or not 
she was at all aroused at the sight of his bare figure. His heart pounded, but finally 
he got back to work and finished up with the computer and shelved his books.

After about an hour, Jason had everything put away and decided to get dressed. 
He put on a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a clean shirt. It was dinnertime and 
right after dinner there would be a floor meeting. Jason looked around the 
hallway, introduced himself to a couple of his neighbors and ended up going to 
dinner in the cafeteria downstairs with four other guys.

The guys were a very mixed group, and Jason could tell they would not be 
together for more than a couple of nights before they dispersed into cliques of 
more like-minded individuals. There was Ken, who seemed a distracted artistic 
type; Jake, who was obviously fraternity material, William, who was into 
computers and math, and Mike, who was heavily into leftist politics. Mike had a 
very tall blond girlfriend called Lisa who also joined them for dinner.

Jason asked if any of the others knew who was the short girl in the blue skirt with 
the long black hair. Lisa responded: "Yeah, that's my next door neighbor, Cecilia 
Sanchez. She's the floor RA." 

Oops. Jason turned red, but his dinner companions didn't notice. Of course the 
others had no way of knowing that Cecilia already had seen Jason, quite a bit of 
him in fact.

The six students finished their dinner and went back upstairs to the 2nd floor 
common area, where most of the other freshmen already were gathered. The 
meeting was another orientation, mainly to make sure the students all knew who 
the RA was and what the basic rules were for the building.

Cecilia was standing next to a whiteboard, with a clipboard in one hand and a 
magic marker in the other. Jason was finally able to get a better look at her. She 
was dark-skinned, but with delicate features and only a slight curl to her thick 
black hair. She spoke with a mixture of New Jersey and Spanish intonation, a 
product of her upbringing in a Dominican neighborhood, just outside New York 
City. Cecilia was 19, only a year older than the collection of freshmen 
surrounding her. However, her assignment as the floor RA placed her in a 
position of authority over the 18 year olds.

Cecilia glanced over at Jason and nodded, letting him know that, yes, she did 
recognize him as the owner of that bare bottom under the computer desk. 
However, her glance was not one of reprimand or anger, but more of curiosity. 
Once again, Jason felt a weird mixture arousal and embarrassment from the 
knowledge that the pretty girl had seen him fully nude in his room.

Cecilia, with her rough East Coast accent, went over the dorm rules and listed 
violations that would result in a write-up. The biggest concerns for the university 
seemed to be noise, open flames, drinking, and making sure everyone had 
tolerance for people with different backgrounds. Cecilia emphasized the 
university's political correctness and "diversity", concluding that intolerance was 
the only thing not tolerated.

Cecilia went on to talk about the dress code in the building. There was no policy 
about what students could or could not wear on their own side of the building, but 
they had to be fully dressed in the common area and when visiting the opposite 
side's wing. Males visiting the female wing had to be escorted. In theory females 
visiting the male side also had to be escorted, although in practice the escorting 
requirement was only enforced on the males visiting the female side.

Cecilia had a final comment: "Remember you can wear what you want on your 
side of the building. There's no dress code in your own area. But also remember, 
there's gonna be visitors runnin' around your floors, so you gotta think about what 
you're wearin' when you're in the halls, and also, when you're in your room with 
the door unlocked." 

At that last comment Cecilia glanced over at Jason, who turned red.

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After the meeting Jason unfolded his university issue linens and made his bed. He 
noticed something interesting about the towels; they were very small, about the 
same size as a bathmat. They were way too small to wrap around a person's waist. 
Jason went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and noticed Ken walking down the 
hall fully nude, one of the small towels slung over his arm and a bottle of 
shampoo in his hand. He noticed his other floor-mates varied tremendously in 
their modesty. Mike wrapped a towel brought from home around his waist but 
wore nothing underneath, while Jake and William went to the bathroom dressed 
in shorts and t-shirts. 

Jason stood next to Ken at the row of sinks. Ken was casually attending to a 
couple of pimples on his face as he was leaning over the sink, his body gracefully 
bent over and his penis gently brushing against the white ceramic. Jason struck up 
a conversation with Ken and joked about the small towels. Ken commented: 
"Yeah, they're kind of stupid, but I think the university did it to keep them from 
being stolen. Well, they can screw themselves. If they're not giving me decent 
towels, then they'll just have to deal with me being bare-assed in their hallways."

Jason's heart jumped at Ken's comment. Bare-assed in the hallways! If Ken wasn't 
going to bother covering up coming and going to the bathroom, then there was no 
reason he should either. The idea of casually running around the hallways in the 
nude excited Jason for some reason, and he decided at that moment to follow 
Ken's lead. 

Jason returned to his room and got undressed. He looked over his class schedule 
for the next day as he sat by the window enjoying the cool night air against his 
bare body. He promised himself the next time he needed to go to the bathroom he 
would go fully nude. He wouldn't even bother to take a towel with him.

An hour later Jason kept his promise to himself. His heart pounding, he closed his 
dorm door and walked to the bathroom "bare-assed" as Ken put it. He carried 
absolutely nothing with him. The hallway was empty, but he felt incredibly daring 
as he went further and further from the protection of his room. He used the 
bathroom and then returned to his room, only to have a rude shock. His door 
wouldn't open and he did not have his room key. He had locked himself out.

For several minutes he stood at his door, wondering what to do and hoping his 
more conservative floor-mates wouldn't come out and see him stranded in the hall 
with nothing on. He would have to do something, the door wasn't going to open 
on its own and he couldn't stand there all night. Finally he decided to go to Ken's 
room, borrow some shorts, and see if he could get a key from the dorm's front 
desk. Precisely at that moment Jason's RA came around the corner, a clipboard in 
one hand and a pen in the other. For the second time that day the sight of Jason's 
bare body greeted her. Cecilia gave the young exhibitionist an amused and rather 
sarcastic look.

"Jason," she asked sweetly, "are you locked out of your room?"

"Yeah, I musta pressed the lock by accident when I went out. I...I'm sorry about 
being like this...It's just those small towels...I didn't see the point in..."

"That's OK, Jason. I'll just let you back in."

Cecilia pulled out a key ring and fumbled for the master key for the dorm rooms. 
She seemed to take her time, enjoying Jason's embarrassment. She passed Jason 
her clipboard.

"Would you hold this for me, while I get your key please?"

Finally Cecilia put the master key into the door and opened it. Jason was hugely 
relieved, promising himself that if he didn't get into trouble over this there would 
be no more naked trips down the hallway. However, at that point the RA had a 
rather wicked idea. She had been making the rounds to check on the male students 
to make sure they were all properly settled into their rooms. Part of that check was 
initial student interviews to find out more about each freshman living on her floor. 
She had planned to start at the other end of the hallway and talk to the residents 
room by room, but decided to prolong Jason's current predicament by doing his 
interview first. She would have some fun and enjoy interviewing a naked 
freshman.

"Jason, I gotta do interviews with all of you guys anyway, so I guess I might as 
well start with you. Can I come in your room so we can talk?"

"Uh, yeah...sure."

Once inside the dorm room Cecilia took charge.

"OK, just take a seat on your bed and we'll get started. Do you mind if I sit at your 
desk so I can write?"

"Uh, no, but don't you want me to...?"

"Get dressed? Why bother? From what I've seen of you so far you don't really like 
wearin' clothes, do you?"

"Uh, to be honest, not really, but I..."

"Then just stay like you are. If you like to be nude, that's fine with me, as long as 
you keep it here and don't do it over in the commons area or the women's wing. 
You'll find out I'm a pretty liberal person and I accept other people's lifestyles. 
But I'm warnin' you, I don't like a hypocrite. If you're a nudist and picked that 
lifestyle, I expect you to stay committed to your beliefs and be ready to defend 
your values."

"But..."

"Jason, come on, we gotta get started, 'cause I've got the whole guys' wing to do 
over the next couple of nights."

Cecilia pulled out a rather lengthy questionnaire. As Jason fidgeted nervously on 
his bed fighting his instinct to cover up, the RA casually went down the list of 
standard questions about his high school experiences and interests. She seemed 
totally at ease as she interviewed him, as though talking to a naked freshman were 
the most normal thing in the world. Jason could tell that Cecilia was thoroughly 
enjoying herself, but also could perceive that she was fascinated by her own 
dominance over him.

Finally, after about 30 minutes the RA signed and dated the interview form and 
moved it to the bottom of her stack of questionnaires. She stood up, as did Jason. 
He made no effort to cover up, not after having sat on his bed completely exposed 
during the entire interview. She casually shook his hand.

"OK, Jason, we're glad to have you with us, and I'm lookin' forward to seeing a lot 
more of you this year. Just...please remember, put your clothes on if you go into 
the commons area. If you don't, I'm gonna have to smack that cute bare bottom of 
yours."

Jason's heart jumped into his throat at his RA's final comment. Smack his bare 
bottom? Could she actually do that? 

Jason glanced out into hallway as Cecilia walked to the next room and knocked 
on the door. Jake and William greeted the floor's RA and allowed her in for their 
interviews. Jason closed his door, his heart pounding with sexual desire. He 
turned out his light and lay on his bed, reliving the bizarre and intensely erotic 
encounter with Cecilia over and over as he gently rubbed his fingertips over his 
body. He teased himself and stroked a furious erection, fantasizing about the sexy 
Dominican. Everything about her: her authority as RA, her commanding way of 
handling herself, her intense dark eyes and flawless brown skin, her tough-
sounding East-Coast Spanish accent, and her sarcastic smile...it all crowded out 
every other sexual fantasy he had ever had.

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Cecilia conducted interviews for a total of six rooms that night, finally finishing 
around 11:00. None of the other interviews were nearly as interesting as the one 
with Jason, so the rest of the night was rather anti-climatic.

The RA returned to her room feeling extremely uneasy about her encounter with 
Jason. She found the whole idea of coming across him naked, twice in a single 
day, totally erotic. The nude freshman intrigued her and brought out a strange new 
sexual urge in her soul, a desire to push her own limits with him and explore what 
was possible.

Cecilia struggled to understand what had just happened to her. During the entire 
time she spent with the nervous teenager, she felt a force within her driving her to 
do all kinds of strange things to him. The fact that Jason enjoyed being naked was 
only part of her fascination with him. What really fascinated Cecilia was Jason's 
submission, especially that moment he quietly stood in front of her, his hands at 
his sides, while she commented about the need for him to not be a hypocrite about 
his beliefs.

However, as she lay in her bed that night, Cecilia also was scared. She clearly had 
crossed a line in her two encounters with Jason and had exposed herself to a 
charge of sexual harassment. What on earth was she thinking, making that 
freshman stand naked in the hallway while she pretended to fumble for the master 
key, then interviewing him in the nude, and finally threatening to smack his 
bottom? Had she gone nuts?