Freshman Orientation

The Premise

The Program is now more than three decades old.  Some segments of society now consider this the Post-Program era.

Amy Withers is beginning her Freshman year in a private boarding high school, Farleigh Academy, that her mother once attended and in which her older (half) brother Jared is a senior.  Like most 14 year-olds, Amy is shy and self-conscious.  Her mother expects her daughter’s high school experience at Farleigh to go a long way toward building her self-confidence and positive self-image.  Her mother’s assuredness is based in large part on the effect the school environment has on students.  That’s because like her 99 classmates, Amy will spend nearly all her time in this boarding school in the nude and will be required to engage in sex frequently.  The story begins as Amy arrives for her week of Freshman orientation. 

Sunday Arrival

Amy Withers stepped out of the cool PV into the sweltering late August sunshine.  Even though it was still morning, the day had already passed into “too hot” territory.  Her mother followed her and secured the vehicle.  Amy’s bag was in her hand, so they were done with the PV for now – Amy for the foreseeable future.

Her mother turned to her with that encouraging smile she had been getting so much use out of lately.

“Good day not to be wearing clothes,” her mother observed.

Amy glanced around.  Nearly everyone in sight was as naked as they were.  They were in the right place, all right.  Abandon all clothes, you who enter in here.  She surmised that she was probably the only fourteen year old here who was familiar enough with Dante’s Inferno to come up with that parody. 

Her mother was the world’s greatest advocate of the Farleigh Academy Experience.  Amy, who was about to have that Experience was far less convinced.  Nevertheless, here she was having chosen to attend her mother’s high school alma mater of her own free (though heavily coerced) will. 

Amy and her mother had taken the long ride to the school in the nude – Amy because she had to report that way, her mother because she wanted to show her support of her daughter and the Farleigh Experience – that aside from the fact that she typically avoided clothes anyway.

Amy’s mother took an appraising look at her daughter as they prepared set off from the parking lot.  Amy was a slim girl of above average height.  She had straight, coppery red hair, arresting green-blue eyes and very fair skin.  So much so that she had to make sure that her conditioning factors that are renewed every six months or so included a sunburn preventative.  As her daughter turned to start up the path, her mother appreciated how Amy’s long waist tapered to such narrowness before flaring to a pair of just-right hips.  Amy could have naturally wound up with small breasts, but she acceded to her mother’s urging that she include a larger breast factor along with components that prevent pregnancy and the growth of body hair.   The last provision was also consistent with school regulations that require girls and boys to be free of all hair south of the eyelashes. 

In her mother’s assessment, Amy had everything she needed for a girl her age except the self-confidence to understand and use her sexuality.  Amy tended to be booky and shy – the antithesis of both her parents and of her brother.  Mom was confident that there was a happy, well-adjust slut lurking somewhere in her daughter and that Farleigh would bring it out.  It had been well worth the long, sometimes tense siege to convince Amy to leave her few friends and the public school to come here.  Amy’s mother liked to think that Amy had at last realized how much she could benefit from Farleigh.

As they approached the main building, they were met by couple of senior greeters – a boy and a girl.  They were easily distinguishable by their short necklaces of large white beads.  Except for their shoes and the girl’s earrings, the necklaces were their only items of raiment.  The greeters genially checked off Amy’s arrival on the hand-held wireless e-tablet they had.  Then they directed her mother and her to different destinations with the reassurance that they would reconnect later.

Amy took her one small bag and entered the building alone.  This was the beginning of her week-long orientation program before most of the upperclassmen arrive.  She was aware that some upperclassman members of Fall sports teams were already on campus, but other than that, it was all entering freshmen and their upperclassman handlers making up the student population. 

In the atrium reception area, a few freshmen were milling around or sitting patiently.  Two pairs of greeters were also circulating.  Names were being announced over the PA system.  Amy took a seat and parked her bag.  Almost immediately a smiling male greeter detached himself from his partner and approached.  Amy involuntarily watched his cock bob and switch as he walked toward her. The fact that his member seemed half hard registered keenly with her.  As required by grooming rules, his cock and balls were hairless. Overall, she found it an attractive presentation.  When he stopped in front of her, she raised her gaze to his face.

“Hi, I’m Jeff.  How are you doing so far?”  His friendliness was over the top as far as she was concerned and she was not inclined to respond to it.

“Okay so far,” she volunteered tentatively.  She hoped this would be a short encounter.

No luck.  He slid into the adjacent seat and swiveled toward her, propping an elbow on the back of his chair. He set his e-tablet on his knees.  It did not cover his genitals. His smile never flagged.

“I didn’t catch your name,” he offered easily.  He was tanned and summer blonde. The muscles of his torso were exceptionally well-defined.  Taken together with his markedly toothy smile and overpowering self-confidence, she found him rather off-putting.

“Oh, sorry.  Amy.”

“Amy, do you know what your next step is?”

“I’m waiting to see my counselor.”

“Uh huh. And I see you have your bag.  Do you know which counselor you’re going to see?”

She missed a beat as her mind failed to produce the data immediately.  Jeff started to lift his e-tablet, apparently to look up her quarry.  Then it clicked.

“Mr. Hanley.”

If possible, Jeff’s smile widened.

“Okay, great.  This is a little overwhelming at this point, but it’s only going to get better from here on.”

“Amy Withers to room 212.”  The PA announcement seemed to come through the wall behind them.  Amy was not inclined to ponder the technology that produced this effect.  She was only grateful that this would free her from Jeff’s attention.  She reached for her bag and rose in the same motion.  Jeff got up with her.

“That’s on the second floor.  It’s probably quicker to use the stairs.  Turn to the right at the top.”  His smile was somewhat attenuated as he continued earnestly.  “I’m helping out with orientation, so I’ll be seeing more of you this week.”  Did his eyes sweep over her tits as he said this?  “It’s going to be a lot of fun.”

She thanked him perfunctorily and turned toward the stairway.  She found the room with no difficulty.  Mr. Hanley’s name appeared on an LED display next to the door.  Reassured, she touched the access pad.  The frosted translucent panel slid smoothly out of her way.

Mr. Hanley was seated in a tall stool. He swiveled in her direction from his workstation as she entered.  That gave her a clear view of his flaccid cock.  Like most guys these days, he probably had factors in his profile that increased cock size.

That thought fled her as he stepped down from the stool and crossed to her with a smile and an extended hand.

“Hi, Amy.  Very nice to meet you.”

She reached for his hand but it bypassed hers and slipped between her legs.  She flinched but then remembered and spread her stance.  She felt his finger tip probe her pussy lips and then enter her vagina.  Quickly recovering, she reached for his cock and grasped it gingerly.  Distracted by these developments she only managed a facial twitch in response to his smile.  She did repeat his greeting back to him, however.  After a slight wiggle of his digit within her, he moved to withdraw his finger.  She immediately released his penis – which was beginning to respond to her touch – but checked the impulse to step back.

He backed toward his stool and grinned.  “You’ll get used to the Farleigh greeting.  After a while it becomes second nature.”

Following the invitational wave of his hand, she dropped her bag and took a seat in another stool facing him.  After starting to cross them, she remembered to sit with her legs apart (A lady should never be ashamed to display her pussy, her mother had always told her.).  The heels of her shoes found a comfortable roost on the rungs of the stool.  She remembered to sit up straight.

Having gotten situated, she took stock of her host.  He was a broad-faced, blue-eyed older (35?) guy whose countenance seemed to relax naturally into an easy smile.  Not particularly tall, he gave the impression of being slightly paunchy because of the way he hunched in his stool.  On second look, his cock had continued to gain integrity, probably a lingering effect of her touch.  It had a nice shape to the head – “nice sucking material,” her mother would say.  Amy tried not to follow that thought.

Mr. Hanley sought to put her at ease with some small talk.  She genuinely tried to be responsive, but her nervousness was little abated.  Finally, he settled for reviewing the entry rules with her: only one bag from home with a few person items and foot ware.  When requested, she opened her bag for his examination.  Thanks to her mother’s minute attention to Amy’s packing, no contraband was found.

That completed, Mr. Hanley reviewed her records with her.  He noted that her first experience with vaginal sex with a male was about six months ago – when she turned 14.  She had reported sexual activity with four male partners to date.  Amy confirmed the currency of the record.  That made her think of Perry.

In the early part of the summer she and her mother had attended a family gathering.  It was held at the home of one of her aunts.  There was a swimming pool and extensive grounds.  Most people were nude or nearly so.  Her cousin Perry who was a year older than she was there – one of the few attendees that was near her age.  They had always been friendly at these sorts of events, but seldom saw or communicated with each other in between.  Perry was nude and sporting a shaved head and crotch.  He seemed very inclined to hang out with her and she was grateful for the company.  

He steered the talk to dating and volunteered a few personal experiences with girls.  Amy engaged in active listening although she was only mildly interested.  When he turned the conversation toward her experiences, she quickly parried with a question that caused him to talk about himself again.  It was going rather well, so she began to relax and shift to a more appraising attitude.  Really, Perry wasn’t half bad looking and he was a reasonable conversationalist.  If anything happened between them it probably wouldn’t be ranked as a major international calamity.

Amy was conscious of how his eyes kept roving over her.  She decided to encourage his interest by finding opportunities to cause her tits to jiggle.  Eventually he complemented her on how good her breasts looked surrounding the long pendant she wore.  He asked if he could feel them.  She nodded a tentative agreement.  As he massaged her nipples, she noted his cock growing.  Her natural shyness caused her to become concerned about attention from on-lookers.  She suggested that they seek privacy.  Eschewing the cabana, they found a vacant bedroom in the main house.  She lay on the bed and he joined her. 

After she had allowed him to explore her body he brought his hard cock into proximity with her face.  She knew what he wanted, so she began sucking the proffered member.  He came almost immediately.   Surprised, she recoiled and let most of his emission leak out of her mouth.  He made light of the development and helped her clean up.  However, she got the distinct impression that he was disappointed – whether with his lack of stamina or with the fact that she hadn’t swallowed his cum she wasn’t sure.  

To make amends, she offered to fuck.  Not surprisingly he accepted.  She promptly got to work helping him get hard.  Since he was a teenaged boy, she was able to accomplish that without taxing her still rudimentary sex skills.  Perceiving his eagerness, she did not delay laying back and spreading her legs.  As he knelt between her limbs and bent to address her cunt, she prudently took charge of his cock and guided it into her. 

Once inside he fucked her adequately. That is, he lasted a reasonable length of time and she nearly got off – all in all, a pretty good time.  His mood was much improved after he came inside her.  When they rejoined the company afterward her mother was pleased to see her ruddy, swollen pussy.  Mercifully, her mother kept her remarks low key, so her just-fucked condition did not come to general notice and comment.  Secretly, Amy was gratified by her mother’s approval.

Her recollection had made her moist.  She tried to act casual, disguising her urge to squirm as Mr. Hanley issued her a pair of uniform shoes.  They were reasonably attractive but otherwise indescribable since they shifted color with changing light.  They were the typical “smart” shoe that automatically conforms to the foot for a completely comfortable fit.  Once she stood, the heel height adjusted until the sensors determined that minimum stress was being imposed on the arch and other critical points. 

Her momentary arousal had subsided by the time she received her class necklace. Mr. Hanley put it on for her.  She knew without being told that beaded necklaces color coded to the class are worn by all at all times by both sexes.  Freshmen are orange and white; Sophomores, green and white, Juniors are dark blue and white and Seniors are all white.  The necklace is also “smart”, contracting to fit closely but comfortably at the base of her neck.  It was also an active part of her personal computing and communication environment by interacting with her personal wrist companion.  On touch or verbal command it would display data in a “heads up” format that would present images or text floating in front of her eyes.  It would be visible only to her.

Her imbedded forearm RF chip was scanned into the school’s computer system so that her location and vital signs were a matter of continuous monitoring while on school grounds.  This was accomplished by telemetry to a central data gathering and reporting system.

The session concluded with Amy’s standing in a designated spot while a record holo was made of her naked form.  Her interviewer played back the result for her approval.

With her interview complete, she was to seek out her dormitory room to deposit her bag.  Having consulted his screen Mr. Hanley had told her that her roommate, Marvin, had not arrived yet.  He had showed her a head shot of him – a red head with a nice smile.   Finally Mr. Hanley had dismissed her with a genial welcome and a repeat of that exchange of genital touching.

Dropping her bag in her dormitory room, she noted that the wall that faced the corridor was transparent, a providing fishbowl effect.  There was no door.  The room itself was dominated by the large bed.  It occurred to her that it could accommodate two couples.  Both of the side walls and the ceiling had active electronic devices to monitor the room, facilitate communication or display whatever content the user desired.  The room apparently detected her and politely asked for a voice sample for authentication for voice command purposes.

Since there was little activity in the dorm she elected to wander the grounds until the first assembly at 1130. 

By the time Amy found her mother she had had the opportunity to survey the crowd of parents and family.  Women by far out numbered the men.  Everyone was mostly nude but many wore some decorative textile appointment.  Some of the women wore the currently fashionable floral waist sash or neckerchief that draped over one shoulder.  Other women wore scarves tied around their upper arms.  Most were in high heels.  Amy also noticed fine chains dangling from the lips of some women’s pussies.  She surmised that they are carrying pussy purses – small, moisture-tight pouches that fit into the vaginal cavity.  With conditioning, a woman could carry small items while nude and be completely hands free.

It occurred to Amy that her mother seemed exceptionally bright-eyed and happy.  Then Amy noticed that her mother’s pussy was swollen and red – an obvious sign that she has just had sex.  Her mother caught her daughter looking at her crotch and smiled knowingly.

“I ran into an old friend,” she volunteered coyly.  “We kind of reminisced about the old days.”

“Was his cock as good as you remembered it?” Amy asked pointedly.

Nonplused, her mother seemed a little dreamy as she replied, “At least as good.”

Sylvia Ng, the mistress of students, was a petite, well-portioned Asian woman with prominent hip bones, perfectly coned breasts and rather recessive pussy lips.  She greeted the assembled freshmen and their parents with enthusiasm that bordered on the ebullient.  Amy thought that Ms. Ng looked not much older than the students she was addressing.

“Good morning, everyone.  I hope you’re as excited about Freshman Orientation as I am.  This is my fourth orientation and each one seems to me better than the one before.  I think it must be the thrill I get watching so many young people make so many wonderful discoveries about themselves, their bodies and … and just their whole world.”  Both splayed hands traveled in wide arcs to illustrate the extent of the discoveries.  “Seeing them open up to a new universe of experiences and possibilities gives me such a rush.”

As the woman continued to rhapsodize, Amy found little difficulty keeping a skeptical distance.  Right now she would settle for a little reassurance that she wasn’t going to be the class wallflower.  She would gladly let the extroverts blaze the trail of new discoveries if they would just leave her with something to build a little self-confidence around.

Eventually the naked mistress of naked students returned to earth from her floating castle of hyperbole to assure her audience that she and the other faculty members would be brief in their remarks because she was sure they were eager to get to lunch as she was.  With that she turned the floor over to the headmistress.

Harriet Bauman, the headmistress, was a striking woman with shoulder length brunet hair that surrounded classically beautiful, high cheek boned face.  From her chest spouted generously sized tits with large areoles.  As she took the stage and planted her high heeled shoes well apart, Amy noted that the woman’s pussy lips seem unusually prominent.  It made her think of the condition of her mother’s cunt.  She wondered if the appearance of Ms. Bauman’s genitalia was also due to a recent sexual encounter.  If so, the headmistress certainly had no inhibitions about displaying her condition.

Her face played a self-confident half smile as she gave the freshman/parent assembly her welcoming remarks. It occurred to Amy that this was a woman completely in control of the situation.  A modicum of resentment blossomed as Amy contemplated what it must be like to be in possession of that much self-confidence.

“No one knows,” the headmistress continued after her greeting, “why we are such sexual creatures.  Except for our closest primate relatives, sex for most animals is a seasonal event closely tied to reproduction.  For some reason, Nature decided that we should be a species that engaged in sex anywhere and any time – for recreation as well as for reproduction.  But it didn’t stop there.  We developed varieties of sexual expression and an abiding interest in all things sexual.  In effect, we are a sex-obsessed species.

“Our ancestors simultaneously admired and reviled those who explored the vast extent of our sexuality.  Cassanova, DeSade, Sand and Kinsey were hounded by their contemporaries who feared the consequences of allowing our natural sexual interest free expression.  Yet the thoughts and writings of those brave pioneers persist – almost as though even their worst detractors were loath to lose the record of what they had discovered.  On the other side, the Old Testament, the Qiran and the Puritanical attitudes that have shaped our own country have tried to deny that which Nature continues to affirm generation after generation.

“Now at last in our own age we have become enlightened enough to stop denying and start engaging our sexuality.  We have been given a great privilege to live in this era of freedom of sexual expression, but at the same time we have been invested with a serious responsibility.”

Amy was no longer aloof from the proceedings.  She was attentive, even enraptured by the scope of the address and the authoritative manner in which it was being delivered.      

Ms. Bauman stated the mission of the school:  to not only provide a first class academic experience but also to mold competent, confident young men and women that utilize society’s sexual mores in a refined yet robust manner.  The school will, she stated, teach each student to understand and harness his or her sexuality so that they can use it to meet their own and society’s needs.  Consequently, there would be emphasis on manners, deportment, physical conditioning and sex as skills that the well-rounded graduate must cultivate.

Mr. Cochran, the deputy headmaster introduced himself but made only a few remarks, mostly touching on the roundedness of the curriculum by describing the sports and social program.  Amy was more attentive to his appearance.  He was a man with a large build, a thick mane of black hair and an equally thick mustache.  His large cock was not completely flaccid so it bobbed appealingly with his movements.  The remarkable thing about his appearance, however, was that he maintained body hair, a practice that was very much out of style.  More curious was the fact that his hirsute condition persisted only to his waist.  The impressive cock and its companion balls protruded from a hairless crotch.

Ms. Hachoose, the assistant mistress of students for Freshmen, followed Mr. Cochran’s mild address with a no-nonsense summary of the undress and grooming code.  For the information of the parents as well as the students she propounded the general guidelines governing such things as tattoos, piercings and hair arrangements.  Her unsmiling delivery coupled with her appearance – she was a medium-going-on-dark skinned black woman with a full figure and generous breasts – had an intimidating effect on Amy.  She had a vague feeling that she would never want to have to deal with this woman in her professional capacity.

Finally, all that was left was lunch, after which the parents and students would part.  Amy was subdued during the meal, letting her mother gush with excitement concerning the pending “wonderful” experience in Amy’s immediate future.  Her mother engaged some other adjacent parents in her cheerleading, to a mostly unappreciative student reaction.  Outside, Amy was left alone for a few moments while her mother bade farewell to some friends and new acquaintances. 

Amy folded her arms and surveyed the scenes of leave-taking.  Lest Amy herself lose her control, she looked quickly away from one weeping girl being consoled by her mother.  Her gaze lingered on one compact Latino girl taking her leave of an equally small statured man.  Based on the resemblance, Amy guessed he was her father.  The man followed the girl as she backed against a car. Amy noted that she was clutching the fully developed erection on that naked gentleman.  With her partner’s assistance, the girl shimmied spread-legged up the side of the car as she lowered the threatening cock to meet her cunt.  A few practiced movements on the part of the man and the girl caused the cock to disappear inside the girl’s body.  The girl’s father’s compact buttocks flexed repeatedly as he proceeded to fuck her rapidly.  The girl supported herself by holding onto his shoulders and wrapping his waist with her legs.  Eventually, the girl began writhing, then thrashing.  Head back and mouth open, she became the picture fulfilled ecstasy by the time her father made his final lunge.  He shuddered as he gave up his semen to his child.

By the time Amy was able tear her eyes from the couple she noticed that her mother had returned to her side and was gazing in the same direction.   As the couple kissed and then slowly and gingerly disengaged, her mother turned and smiled at her daughter. 

“I think that was a sweet way to say good-bye, don’t you?”

Amy had no doubt that her mother’s observation was sincere.

Turning away so that she couldn’t watch her mother’s PV depart, Amy was able to effect the separation with only slight welling of the eyes.  However, the girl she fell in step with on her way back to her dorm was wiping her eyes repeatedly with her fingers.  The thought that crossed Amy’s mind was that nudity is quite an inconvenience when one is weeping.

As she entered her dorm building, she passed a mixed group of boys and girls going in the opposite direction.  In the center of the group was a slim, redheaded boy that Amy recognized as her roommate.  He apparently didn’t notice her as his head was half-turned, talking to a short girl with blond hair.  Amy gave short shrift to the idea of attempting to intercept him.  Her shyness wouldn’t allow it.  She’d meet him soon enough, she rationalized.

Continued …