The big blizzard rolled in last week, all day and all night and then more the next morning.  At Alturas the campus is never closed because of snow, everyone being so close.  The worst that happens is that maybe a class here and there is canceled if the professor has to drive in from far away, but there are only a few of those.  This blizzard hit on a Saturday so it wasn’t an issue.         We all watched from inside the dorms. By the time it ended, on Sunday afternoon, it was

Now she sat up on an exam table, hands pressed down on both sides against the crinkly paper, facing her questioners.  Actually the only questioning was by Dr. Vanaver, a young guy with glasses, as the colonel looked on with three others.  All of them, unavoidably, looking at her naked assets.  She tried to answer their questions in a calm voice, taking deep breaths.  Her pretty bare feet dangled below, the slow wiggling of her toes being the only outward sign of her nervousne

[MEIER outside cabin, watching SOLBERG as he attends to McNALLY, on all fours, in six inches of snow] McNALLY This is -- horrible! SOLBERG Just hold steady, Lieutenant.  I have to push a little more. McNALLY That thing is like a -- baseball bat!  Ouch!!SOLBERG           It was as small as they could make it. MEIER [watching] A kind of Geiger counter? SOLBERG Yes, rather low-tech.  But it will situate itself within a few inches of her liver and detect any emissions, and

Her C.O., and whoever else was copied on her mission, had to know she was being kept naked.  She was convinced of that.  Though nudity was necessary for the inspection, the inspectors must have thought it odd that she didn’t come in dressed in at least a robe.  And there was the all-over tan, and the tough soles.  The inspectors were obviously hindered by narrow terms of reference, but permanent nudity was the only possible explanation for the tan and the soles.  What else co

The dank jail basement was silent except for the sound of breathing.          Tired of Cal’s constant trash talking, Sheriff Vic had booted him out with his usual and useless warning to stay out of trouble.  This left one prisoner, who presented a most unusual appearance.  As one came down the steps one saw, front and center, at eye level, the widely spread pussy and butthole of a teenage girl, pressed right up against the bars, and her legs and bare feet, the soles dark from

The main meeting room of the firm of Cook, Richardson, Wickland, Bell & Wyzomirski.  Six people seated at the lacquered oak table.  At the head, Sarah Wickland, age 38, sitting in front of an open laptop and a telephone, wearing a smart gray business dress, white laced shirt with ruffles at the neck, nylons and heels.  To her left, Donald Bell, age 41, in a three-piece suit, blue shirt, red tie, elegant black socks and shiny black shoes.  To her right, Dr. Miriam Maber, age 5

Min-jeong lives on the outskirts, and has to walk through town to get to the family home. [naked girl seen walking away, carrying her bookbag over her shoulder, soles of her feet muddy] As noted, the Asian mind is not offended by nudity, but it is unusual to see someone walking down the public street entirely without clothing.  [people waving to girl as she passes] However the townspeople have gotten used to the sight.  Min-jeong is well liked, though very quiet.   [inside k

March 22.           Today I was heartened to see that Miss Smithers’s legacy would last at this college long after she graduated.           It was an unusually warm day for this time of year, over 60 degrees.  Upon leaving the house I needed to put on only a sweater.  I decided to take a walk along the college quad.  Fitting for the first day of spring, there were students (and some faculty) sitting outside on benches, eating lunch, a few students with guitars.  At times like

They went over the rise and into the clearing into the glorious view of the ridge, huge and distant, the stand of redwoods going up to the rocky precipice to the right, above the expanse of forest.  The path then wound around to the left, down into a little cove and a bridge over a stream, then up again.           “Unhhh!  Unhhh!”           Corey and Lisa looked at each other and exhaled in exasperation.  Jane and Janeane were at it again.  As Corey and Lisa turned the bend t

There is a pause, during which everyone wonders what it was in her pampered upbringing that gave her the strength to endure such a long ordeal of deprivation and torture.  Then Sir Anthony says, “And now for the examination.”  He rings a buzzer.  “Please send in Dr. Crowninshield.”         Her body is her country’s throne; it is unspoken but assumed that in the present situation its healthy state should be certified in front of an international audience.  She gets off the cus

It was Erendira, the Mexican girl with the beautiful face and the gigantic chocolate nipples, who brought up the big secret at supper.           They were sitting around at their favorite table, Erendira, Sara, Lisa, Shelly, Corey, Keisha, Ahmad, Wendy, Hank, Naomi, Tommy.  Erendira was going through a microbikini catalog and discussing possibilities with Sara.  It was a frequent activity of BSC girls who wanted to be as naked as possible during the breaks but couldn’t, or wo

Seeing that they were having quite a chat, Elaine brought out some cheese and crackers. The three women laid into them. Between munches Mrs. Schreiber said, “It’s a little odd, that he is so dedicated to the Project, but doesn’t seem to think about it much. He’s not curious about the organizational aspects, though he could get involved if he wanted to. I’m pretty sure he’s not aware of the present funding crisis.” Angela had read about it online. “That is just so stra

A brown bag obviously holding VHS’s.  On top was a handwritten note: “Found these at the house.  George Halifax.”  Halifax had moved into the college attorney’s house formerly lived in by you-know-who.  “Oh Lord!” They were commercial porn tapes.  Tami took out the first one.  On the box was an interracial couple that looked almost exactly like Rod and Tami!  “ This  we’ve got to see!” ​         Rod wasn’t that into it but Tami set it up like a movie night.  She had him micro

“I’m getting cold.  Let’s get going.”  And she picked up her bag.           They went over the rise and into the clearing into the glorious view of the ridge, huge and distant, the stand of redwoods going up to the rocky precipice to the right, above the expanse of forest.  The path then wound around to the left, down into a little cove and a bridge over a stream, then up again.           “Unhhh!  Unhhh!”           Corey and Lisa looked at each other and exhaled in exasperati

Tami Smithers tried to numb her mind as she walked into Chalfont, ignoring the close inspection of her breasts and bare butt as she passed by the usual gaggle of white-coated nerdy students milling around the entrance. They all knew her weekly schedule and tried to be around to see her come in.  The naked girl adjusted her bookbag strap and walked in, noticing that even the sunny day and fresh spring air did little to change the musty, creepy atmosphere inside.  To insulate h

I shouldn’t have been surprised by his businesslike manner; after all, Prof.  Harald Warmspring was the Dean.  But I didn’t expect the head of this fashion institute to be built like a linebacker.  His biceps seemed to bulge out of his shirtsleeves.  None of the swishiness I saw in some of the other faculty teaching their respective classes up and down the hall.  When he got done with his New Synthetics class, he whisked me briskly down the hall, turning down the opposite hal

Bracing her hands behind her on the front table where her papers lay, Tami stood bolt upright in front of the class, giving them an unembarrassed full frontal view of her statuesque nakedness.  Her topic: measuring bra size.           “My, uh, project is on a very basic topic, but I think one that maybe could be done better.”  Tami had little trouble with public speaking, having been Vice President of the student government in her sophomore year.  “I think you girls, anyway,

The wind and icy rain continued to pelt the quad.           One might think that, of all people, changes in weather would affect Tami, whose naked body had no protection from the elements, the most. In fact it seemed to affect her the least. Summer or winter, hot sun or cold rain, gentle breeze or gale-force wind, Tami walked across the quad with pretty much the same pace, on this occasion her feet splashing casually through the melting slush, her upright frame accepting the

Another sequence I’m fond of. This Parts 26 - 27 of “Tami Beethoven”. The atmosphere in the crowded dining room was electric.           The seven onlookers stood around the seated, slightly overweight figure of Mayree, Tami and Rod’s old friend, back in town for the St. Patrick’s Day weekend.  Mayree’s husband Brad, tall and dark and silent as always, stood behind her, watching what she was doing with a quizzical interest.  As was Rod.  Not so quizzical was the inter

This was where the story invaded another genre. To some readers it was too much.         Now she was led down another hall and into a pen with no name plates.  She was pushed in with a knee in the back.  Then, to her surprise, they didn’t close the waist-high door.  It turned out the doors were only ornamental.  A set of bars were drawn out from a channel in the wall and they clanged shut in front of her.  Like a jail cell.           The naked teenager, trying to hold back t