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naked is not submissive

You might think, requiring the girls to be naked all the time -- what a male fantasy, what a unequal situation, females as sex slaves. Maybe it was at one time, I don’t know, but though we guys love being around naked women -- and all of them with killer bodies, by the way -- we still really don’t what to make of it. It was sprung on us as a complete surprise, I know the girls were told right away, but for those of us who checked “male” on the application, all we had seen was the college brochure, a little private college with very high admission standards, a liberal arts school. And that fleeting reference to “promoting students’ social and psychosexual education and awareness”, which I took, at least, as a sign that we’d get to talk about sex a lot, which is a nice way to “segue” into actually getting it on!

I was in high school then, not far from being a virgin, and it seems so long ago now, like it was a different person. My motivation, though natural and common, seems crude now. Certainly going to that orientation, and having the bombshell dropped on us, that female students were naked at all times while on campus -- and were to “present” any part of their body when asked (politely) -- was some kind of life-changing event for us guys. I almost “had an accident” in my pants, probably the other guys did too, when the girls at orientation, the ones who we had been talking with over coffee and donuts, they seemed pretty but a little nervous for some reason, as we looked at them and tried to discreetly appraise their bodies though they all were wearing heavy clothes for such warm weather -- then suddenly on the second day they walked into the room totally naked, hands over breasts and crotches, then padding over in their bare feet and sitting down among us, squirming in those metal folding chairs that must have felt like ice under their newly bared butts. It was like we guys had walked into paradise. The problem is, once in paradise, what do you do then?

Far from it being a male fantasy, it almost seems like a fantasy for the women sometimes. Maybe that’s going too far. But all in all the girls often seem like they’re having a better time than we are. I’ve noticed two things about the guys here. One, they are very modest about showing their bodies. Usually, I hear, at college the guys are thinking of any way to strip, like streaking, or walking around in just their shorts, trying to turn on the girls. Here, the roles reversed, the guys never walk around in underwear when girls are around, we even hate showing our feet. As for showing our dicks, forget it. We’re all insecure about our size, of course for the girls everything they have is on full view 24/7, so they’re in a different place.

The other thing I noticed is that, even though the mandatory exercise classes apply only to the girls, the guys are always working out, and watching what they eat. Maybe they’re afraid of being inadequate. The BSC women, especially at Alturas, have a reputation for being horny and assertive. Lisa being so low-key, she is almost an exception this way. I remember going to the workout room (it’s just one room here, the campus being so small) the first week I was here, and passing by Jill on the weight bench. Her breasts are like little plums, they ride high on her chest and they’re spaced well apart, and now they were rising even higher, one after the other, as she hefted fifteen-pound dumbbells over her head, one hand and then the next, huffing rhythmically, shining with sweat all over, her legs draped to each side of the bench, her shaved pussy (not that usual at Alturas for some reason) a little bit open as it splayed pressed onto the bench. As I walked past she looked at me, then right at my crotch, as if trying to guess what was hidden in my shorts, then looked up at me again. Pure, unabashed lust. It was pretty intimidating. I felt like she was about to throw the dumbbells down and tackle me and rip my clothes off.

I think the guys here work out so much because they’re trying to be as good as the girls. The girls have got it all -- beauty, strength, intelligence -- all except clothes. We guys can only hope that we can “measure up” to them! Weird, right?

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