the dreams of Blanke Schande women

The girls use their brains too, they certainly are high achievers, though they find plenty of time to talk.  Lisa tells me about their conversations.  They lie together at night, skin to skin, on the big bed they’ve made in their suite from pushing the four beds together.  A big tangle of naked flesh, I’ve walked in on them like that a couple of times.  I could see where Lisa’s face was, but if each girls’ feet and toes didn’t have their own personality too, I wouldn’t have been able to tell which of the limbs of this multi-headed female creature were hers.

Anyway, Lisa tells me of the dreams they have.  You might expect girls in their situation to have unusual dreams, mostly about being naked, and it’s true.  Mac told her a dream about being stuck on the other side of the country, in Rhode Island or Vermont maybe, totally naked with no money and no I.D., and trying to get clothes from anyone she met, begging for something to put on, but everyone was mean and wouldn’t give her anything, and she finally had to walk clear across the country back to California, eating stuff off trees, sleeping under the stars, climbing over the Rockies, all the time stark naked, and when she finally got back to her home town and her friends gave her things to wear, she found she had become allergic to clothes!  That was when her dream ended.

Sarah had a dream about being a scientific exhibit, living in a glass cage on a pedestal, totally naked, no blankets, just a bare plastic bed, clear plastic so that every inch of her was on display all the time, even while she slept.  People milled around and visited, looking at her from every angle, as she exercised, and even as she peed and pooped into a hole going to a tube, where her excretions were measured and analyzed.  And she was stuck in that cage forever!

Lisa had a dream that made her blush when she told me about it.  She was in a courtroom and on the witness stand, a big trial, TV cameras on her, naked of course, and not only that, but she was tied to this scaffold-like thing with seats for four women who were sucking her nipples, licking her pussy, and one even sitting behind her licking her butthole!  She hated it but couldn’t help having orgasms while being required to answer the questions, her sweating, contorted face on national TV.  Wild!

“I’m thinking of becoming an Absolute, an Ultra Nude,” she told me out of the blue one day.  These are girls who have pledged to stay naked even off campus, even during breaks, in other words, never wear a scrap of clothing or shoes ever again.  “I don’t know why, it seems crazy, but I can’t get the idea out of my head.”

Like all the girls (except for Sandy, the nudist, who seems to forget that she is naked), Lisa has cravings for clothes.  How could she even consider becoming an Absolute, and not have that intense feeling of relief that all the girls have when the semester is over -- “Aaaahhhhh!!” is how they all describe it -- and they slip on clothes again when they start off for home.  Also, being an Absolute is logistically difficult.  Maybe not if the girl’s rich and can go to some estate or touristy secluded place, but for an average girl like Lisa? She’s from Merced, a kind of blah city in the cow country, her parents are teachers -- how could she just walk naked down H Street?

More strangeness.  I kind of hope Lisa doesn’t decide to become an Absolute, I don’t want her life to be hard, plus it would feel uncomfortable taking her to see my folks if she was naked.  On the other hand, the IDEA of her being naked all the time is pretty arousing.

It’s all up to her, of course.  I would miss painting her nails.  It’s one of our little rituals, I’m getting good at it.  She likes clear polish, yet I hear even clear nail polish is considered “wearing” something which Absolutes don’t do.  I could probably still brush her hair, though.  I sit on top of her prone body lying full length on my bed, brushing stroke after stroke of her lovely, lustrous brown hair, then I turn her over and with the little brush I do her pubic hair, very carefully so as not to hit her clit or her pussy lips.  She has to hold her legs open for this, and it makes me so proud when the other guys walk in, showing them the beautiful pussy and pubic hair of my gorgeous girlfriend as I comb it, making it full and fluffy and with just a little hint of her natural perfume.