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 wouldn’t, commit to being “Absolutes”.  Erendira was pointing to an unusual “suit”, a one-piece that consisted of a single string going into the cr

“This is Dr. Bishop, head of the urology department,” McMasters said, introducing a kindly little bald man in a white lab coat.  Dr. Bishop extended a clammy hand.  “Quite a nice specimen you are, Miss.  You will be demonstrating some very improved equipment which I was hoping we would order, if the residents are suitably impressed.”   Holding a soda in one hand, Tami was conscious of his frank stare at her breasts and then down below.  Then she blushed as her stomach growled

I try not to interfere with how Principal Henri-Levy runs her school but I did overrule her decision as to excusing D. from the annual “field day”, where students run races, play games, climb ropes, tug of war, etc.  There is no reason why D. can’t participate.  It is true that the gravel track would be hard on bare feet but D.’s are so tough by now that she will do well against the other girls in their sneakers.  It was clear that Mme. Henri-Levy’s actual concern was having

With only slightly jerky steps Tami approached the Dean’s office.  She was being rubbed and stimulated in every possible secret place, but she thought she would probably be able to contain the inner fire for the time being.  She knew her face to be a little flushed and her breathing a little ragged, but it wasn’t like the Dean would be making her run in place or anything like that.  She could stand perfectly still during this meeting, whatever it was about.        Still, she

“She can speak.  And read!”  Rydall, in his ragged tunic, hat off, hair wild around his ears, staggers into the kitchen, to an astonished Mr. and Mrs. Whyte.  The wife is horrified to see the naked girl so close to the doorstep.  “Get that -- witch away from this house!”             “She is no witch!”  Though it is not his place to do so, Rydall pushes the garlic and the St. Benedict medals away from their place on the window sill.  “You have no need of these.  Though I have

Once again, she initiated the conversation, with a courtesy. “Good morning, Mr. Zhu.”  As she stood respectfully before me I noticed that one of her cold-stiffened nipples was marked with what looked like ketchup.  With so many American visitors the crudities of the American diet here are an unavoidable presence.  She also smelled vaguely of stale hamburger. “I just have a few more questions. . . Do you take out the garbage every day?” “Yes.  Also I sweep the floors at nig

“I’ll call Dr. Chatterjee,” Mrs. Schreiber said, “as to how Kai-Kai can best be regenerated in the time we have. The I-6 is at 7:30. I understand it’s set for the library lounge, right across the street. So we’ve got pretty much the full hour and a half. And meanwhile,” she said to Angela, “let’s eat. Kai-Kai’s lasagna is delicious.” The Schreibers had a big room that served as both a kitchen and dining room. The house was small, but elegant and clean with tasteful art

May 17   It’s at the McMurtrys’ this time, the biweekly barbershop quartet practice.  Mark is the baritone.  They start tonight with that old chestnut, “Aura Lee”.  “I think Elvis ruined that song,” opines Bob, the tenor, in his chirpy voice. They’ve thought about entering the SPEBSQSA competitions.  The national this year is in Detroit.  But they’ve decided against it.  “We’re not exactly great, and it’s just fun,” as Harry Pulver (bass) has said.  Plus, their voices are t

“And not only that,” Tami said, “I got an interesting gift from a visitor.  Look under the sink.”           Rod at first did not know what this huge object was that he was dragging out of the cabinet, but as he supported it in his hands he suddenly looked at it in horror.  “God...  this isn’t...”           “It’s not exactly what they stuck in me.  Mrs.  Wickland says it’s improved and they’re not into punishment any more.  There’s a remote there too.  Push the purple button.”

Now the men pull down with great exaggerated heaves on the slickened, gleaming ropes, first one then the other, as Patty screams, tip-toeing first forward then back.  Only her big toes and second toes touch the floor now.  Jill adds a little “sweat”.  Seiku and Hikaru are impressed.  It’s very convincing, and it’s all due to Patty.  She had told them that in most of their “hook films” the rope at times was obviously slack, and this was due to the men playing it safe as far as

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