Sally signed up to pledge the Sigma Gamma sorority at her college. As usual, all candidates had to complete some initiation challenges during the sorority’s pledge week. Most were vanilla (perform some community service; cook breakfast for the sorority sisters), but in keeping with this sorority’s reputation to be adventurous, some challenges pushed the envelope. The most outrageous, to date, was a risqué one — the girls had to streak the campus quad sometime that week during daylight hours, wearing just running shoes.
Oh my. The girls who were pledging met to strategize on the best way to avoid being seen by too many people. Most chose to run at the crack of dawn, seemingly a perfect time when everyone else would be sleeping. It was all hush-hush. Except that this “tradition” was known on campus. While no one knew the details, it wasn’t hard to guess that there would be naked girls present at first daylight sometime that week. Would guys get up at dawn every morning, giving up a good night’s sleep, just for the chance to peek at streaking flesh? You bet.
Sally and her friend Margaret came up with their own strategy. If most girls were planning to run at first light, Sally and Margaret would run 15 minutes later. Still early and before the morning rush for classes. Any voyeurs who got up for a dawn viewing should be gone after watching that first swarm of naked bodies scamper by. Clever, right?
On a Tuesday morning, a group of pledges arrived right at dawn. They stripped and started to sprint across the quad to the other side where friends waited with clothes. As expected, a number of guys from the fraternities positioned themselves on the quad, taking photos and good naturedly heckling the runners.
“Did you forget something, sweetie?”
“Hey, not so fast. I don’t want this picture to be blurry.”
That made the girls run even faster, and the window of voyeurism was short. The girls were just a flash of swirling hair and flesh sprinting by. After the gaggle of early-bird pledges had finished their run, the guys drifted off, back to bed, or maybe to review their photos. Just as expected, the quad emptied. The plan was working perfectly. After waiting 15 minutes, Sally and Margaret made their break. Naked, they sprinted toward the other side of the quad. They ran unobserved …. then they saw him.
“Damn,” said Sally. In the distance to her right was Oliver, a nerdy guy from her biology class. He was a nice looking guy, who had a few times timidly expressed interest in Sally. Even once asked her to go for coffee. But he wasn’t her type; she said she was busy. They were at most casual friends. Heavy into science, he had a quiet personality, as demonstrated by his passion for ornithology. Bird watching. Oliver had heard that some Canadian Eastern Bluebirds had started their migration south. He was out early to photograph them as they flew overhead, maybe even perching for rest on the trees near the quad. He was by himself, near a small outcropping of trees. He had a birders reference book under his arm and a camera and binoculars around his neck.
“Binoculars!” thought Sally as she saw him. “Oh my God!”
As if reading her mind, Oliver said aloud about the same time, “Oh my God!” as he caught sight of two naked figures jogging toward him. Now, Margaret was a small woman, thin with little breasts that only jostled as she ran. But Sally was different. She was a tall, curvaceous and fit woman with large, full rounded breasts – ones that need support. They look great in a bra and sweater. But they are not designed for someone running in the buff. They bounced noticeably as she jogged. Sally ran with one arm bent across her chest to restrain them, but you can’t run very fast that way.
She looked at Margaret. “Screw it. I’m for speed over modesty.” She used her arms to pump, increasing her speed. Sally’s breasts bounced wildly. (Sports bras were invented for a reason, she thought.) She and Margaret were flying as they neared Oliver, he standing there with his mouth open. And binoculars to his eyes, bringing their features into explicit view. Then he raised the camera. He adjusted the telephoto lens and snapped. Those bouncing breasts (snap); the blonde hair covering her pubes (snap); her curvaceous behind, moving with motion, glistening from sweat (snap); her beautiful face (snap.)
“This is a nightmare,” thought Sally, as saw what he was doing. “Damn it, I’ve got biology with him tomorrow.” Would this jerk have 8×10 glossies of her by then for the class?
But there was nothing to be done. The girls raced past Oliver, Sally keeping her eyes straight ahead, not acknowledging him.
The girls completed their run, both elated at having done this outrageous thing. “Boy, do I have a story to tell my kids one day,” Margaret remarked. Sally had a nagging thought in her head, dampening her elation. She’d have to face Oliver at some point. But at least it was over. Surely this outrageous initiation challenge was the last challenge.
“Ladies,” said the sorority president to the pledge class later that day, “there is one final challenge remaining. And it’s the most interesting. But don’t worry, you’ll keep all your clothes on for this one.”
General relief.
“Next week will be our annual gala, at which we’ll induct the successful pledges. All you have to do is to bring a guy with you as your escort to the gala.”
“Well, that’s easy,” thought Sally.
The president continued. “The gala will be a CFNM event. For those of you who’ve led a sheltered life, that’s Clothed Female, Nude Male. Each guy will attend the evening event in the nude.”
There was initially shocked silence, as each girl considered that twist. Then nervous laughter. How would they do that? Even girls in steady relationships couldn’t be sure that their guy would agree to being displayed for the world in the nude. And for those who weren’t seriously dating, well, how would they ever find someone to volunteer for that?
“This is your challenge,” said the president. “You have to convince a guy to mingle at the gala without clothes. Sigma girls are resourceful, clever and tenacious. You’ll need all these qualities for this last challenge. Good luck, and see you all next Saturday.”
“I’m dead meat,” said Sally to Margaret. “At least you’ve been dating Brad this semester. You’ve got a fighting chance, maybe he’ll do it. I’m not dating anyone right now. I’m sunk.”
“Don’t give up so fast,” said Margaret, although privately she agreed completely. What were the odds of convincing some stranger to accompany you in the nude to a sorority gala?
Biology class the next day was uneventful. At least, if you ignored Sally’s inner turmoil when she realized that Oliver was sitting behind her in the auditorium lecture hall. Observing her? Maybe scrolling through photos of her naked body? Should she ignore him? Or confront him?
“Damn it,” she thought. “I’m not going to shrink into a corner because he saw my bouncing breasts. He’s the pervert, not me.”
The more she thought of it, the angrier she got. How dare he invade her privacy? (Putting aside that she was running naked outdoors. Anger isn’t always logical.)
When she exited after class was over, she saw Oliver standing by the door. “OK,” she thought. ‘Here goes.”
“I hope you’re happy with yourself,” she said to him.
“What?” said Oliver, surprised that Sally was talking to him.
“I’m sure you’re beating your meat at night to my photos, creep. What are you going to do with those pictures? Show them around campus?”
“I would never do anything like that. I think you are so beautiful. I’d never try to hurt you.”
He was so sincere, so sweet in how he said that. (“I think you are so beautiful.”) How to be angry with that response?
“I mean, I saw you taking photos of me during that stupid sorority hazing,” she said. “Are you a voyeur?”
“I was out looking for Eastern Bluebirds,” he said. “I wasn’t stalking you. I didn’t even know you girls would be out there … naked.”
(“He’s right,” Sally thought. “I was the one showing my bare ass. He’s not to blame.”)
“Well, ok,” Sally said to him. “Maybe I’m being a little harsh.”
“Would you like to get a cup of coffee with me?” he said, in his timid voice.
Sally looked at him. Nice looking guy, sure, but definitely not her type. But he did have those photos of her. Might be prudent to stay on his good side.
“Sure,” she said.
They went to the Starbucks that was next to the campus dining hall. Surprisingly, conversation came easy. Yes, it started out mostly about their biology class, and his love of birds, but once he started talking, he was interesting. And sweet. An only child, his father had died when he was young. It was just his mother and himself. A hard life, as there wasn’t a lot of money. He got an academic scholarship to the university and wanted to be a biologist.
Sally spoke about herself, and her struggles with the course material. (It was required that all students, even a liberal arts major like her, take some courses in the sciences.) Oliver said he’d be happy to tutor her. “I do feel bad about taking those photos of you. If I ever can make it up to you, I will.”
They parted amicably.
Meanwhile, Sally set about the hard task of finding an escort for the gala. First, she phoned the fellow she had dated earlier that semester, before they drifted apart. They hadn’t been out in a few months.
“Frank, it’s Sally.”
“Oh hi. Haven’t talked to you in a while,” he said.
After a little ‘how have you been’ chitchat, Sally broached the subject.
“Frank, you know I decided to pledge for Sigma Gamma. I have a favor to ask. I need someone to escort me to their annual gala. I don’t have anybody.”
“Oh,” he said.
“Yes. I know we’re not dating anymore, but would you be free next Saturday?
“I’m not sure,” Frank said tentatively. He was currently dating someone else. Was he available? This was awkward.
“And I have to tell you up front. It’s a CFNM affair.”
Dead silence on his end. Frank knew what those initials were.
“Are you still there?” Sally asked.
“You want me to go with you to a nude man party?”
“Well, yes. You see, it’s required that we bring an escort, and I’m not dating anyone now, and you and I did go out earlier, so I …”
The line went to a dial tone. He had hung up.
“I’m sunk,” thought Sally. “There’s nobody.”
The universe works in strange ways. As Sally sat there, sullenly, wondering what she was going to do, the phone rang.
It was Oliver. “Hi, I know I said I’d be able to tutor you on Friday at noon, but something came up. Could we do it at 2 pm instead?”
Sally smiled. “Oliver, could we meet today in-person? There’s something important I want to ask you.”
They met outside the dorm, on a bench. Sally had given a lot of thought to how to approach this.
“I have a strange request of you. You know you said you’d make it up to me for taking those photos.”
“Sure,” Oliver replied, unaware of what was coming. “I shouldn’t have taken them, I’m sorry.”
“Not at all,” said Sally. “I overreacted. What you did was only natural. I’d probably want a picture of you if I saw that great physique of yours without clothes.”
(“She thinks I have a great physique?” thought Oliver.)
“Well, I need an escort to the sorority gala this Saturday. Would you accompany me?”
Oliver certainly had not expected this. He tried not to be too excited.
“Yes, of course, Sally. I’ve love it. Thank you.”
“Great!,” said Sally. And pulled Oliver in for a hug. A tight hug, making sure that her chest pressed against his body. (Women have been using their bodies to manipulate men since Eve’s time. Why stop now?)
“It will be a fun event. Are you shy?”
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” asked Oliver.
“Are you shy? I know you like to look at naked women. Are you shy about your own body?”
Oliver didn’t know how to answer this odd question.
“No more than the average guy,” I guess.
“Great! There will be some skin shown at the gala. I wanted to make sure you’re okay with the unclothed human body,” said Sally.
Oliver had visions of scantily clad women. Maybe this was a topless toga party – he’d heard about them. Men and women bearing their chests. “Sure, I’m okay with it. Nothing to be ashamed about in the human body.”
“Wonderful,’ said Sally. “This is a CFNM party.”
Now, Oliver was not familiar with those initials. But he didn’t want to appear ignorant, so just nodded agreeably.
They chatted some more and parted with the agreement that Oliver would pick Sally up in her dorm room on Saturday.
“And be sure to dress casually,” said Sally. She gave him another hug as they separately. A long, body-pressed-together hug. Oliver’s eyes closed as he snuggled against her warmth. So far, so good.
On Saturday, Oliver arrived at Sally’s dorm apartment. Sally’s roommate Melissa was there. Melissa kept looking at Oliver and grinning. (“What’s up with her?” thought Oliver.)
Sally was wearing a long, formal gown, her blonde hair piled on her head in a stylized bun, her lips shining with bright red lipstick. She smelled of perfume.
“Wow, you look great” said Oliver. “You told me to dress casually. I’m severely underdressed.”
“You needn’t worry about that,” said Melissa. She laughed and grinned even more.
(“She’s a strange one,” thought Oliver.)
“You remember it’s a CFNM party, right?” said Sally.
This time Oliver felt the need for clarity. ‘What’s CFNM?” he asked.
“Clothed female, nude male.”
A very long pause as these four words rattled around Oliver’s brain.
“Oh, it will be a great adventure,” Sally began, needing to quickly say something. “You’ll not be the only one, and I can see you’ve got a great body. Nothing to be ashamed of.”
“This is a joke, right?” asked Oliver.
“No, not at all. You yourself said there’s nothing to be ashamed of about the human body, remember?”
Oliver felt like a bear with his leg caught in a bear trap. He’d said those words, agreed to go to this (what was it? CFNM?) gala, but never in a million years would he have imagined she was talking about him being naked in a crowded room. They’ve never even dated, for goodness sake.
“I really, really appreciate your doing this,” Sally gushed. She kept talking, maybe to prevent him from bolting during silence. “It’s a requirement of the sorority that we bring an escort, and I won’t get in if you don’t go with me.”
She put her hand on his chest as she spoke. “I’d be very, very, very grateful to you,” said Sally.
Oliver stared at her. He pulled his foot against the trap, to test how securely he was affixed. It was pretty tight.
Melissa, knowing what was going on, pitched in to help. “My friend went to one of these parties last year. She said it was the best night of the year for the guys. Her boyfriend still talks about it.”
Oliver looked at the anxiety evident on Sally’s face. That beautiful face. She didn’t know it, but he’d do almost anything for her, for more hugs. But this?
“Will the women be naked too?” Oliver asked.
“No, that’s part of the excitement. It’s just the guys.”
“But I’m told,” Sally went on, “that often the females join in later in the evening.” She had no idea if that were true. These were desperate times.
“OK, I’ll do it,” said Oliver.
Sally flung herself against him, in a tight embrace. She was warming to this big, sincere, sweet guy. Wonder what he looks like naked?
It was a scene of excitement and chaos as couples arrived at the sorority house. A room had been set aside for “changing.” That is, for the men to strip off their clothes. Sally and Oliver went into the room. Many other couples were there, the men in various stages of undress. The vast majority of men were in relationships with the women. Sally was one of the few there with essentially a stranger. Still, all felt the excitement as the girls helped the guys off with their clothes. There were a few men with erections, but everyone discreetly waited for that to subside before they entered the great room of the sorority house.
“Are you okay?” Sally asked Oliver.
“It’s a little late for that, isn’t it?” he accurately replied. “I guess I need to take off my clothes.”
“Shall I help you?”
“You better not. I think if I feel your hands on me, I might not be able to go in public for a long time,” Oliver said.
“It might be worth it,” Sally answered, with a smile.
“Maybe later?” Oliver said.
“We’ll see.”
Keeping her options open, but she was starting to like this sweet man.
Oliver began to slip off his shirt and undershirt. He had a muscular chest, a nice look from time clearly well spent in the gym. He kicked off his shoes and socks. He looked at Sally. She didn’t say a word, her eyes lowered to his midsection, waiting for the trousers to fall.
They did, and Oliver stood there dressed only in briefs. He had a flat stomach, and an attractively rounded behind. The briefs showed the contour of his male parts. Sally enjoyed seeing the shape, and didn’t have to wait long conjuring the shape as things were soon revealed in the flesh.
His long circumcised penis hung down in a sea of black, curly pubic hair. His testicles collected in a sac behind.
“He’s a beautiful man,” thought Sally. She always knew he had a handsome face, but she never focused on his body. His clothes didn’t call attention to the body, not being tight fitting, and in any event, she hadn’t considered him as a romantic partner. Hadn’t paid him much mind.
“Thank you for doing this,” Sally said. “I know I’ve asked a lot of you. By every right you should have told me to fly a kite.”
“I think you’re a beautiful person, Sally. I would do a lot for you.”
In another time and another place, she would have pulled him to her. She would have kissed him, stroked his muscles, invited him to her body. Instead, she said, “Let’s go.”
They exited the changing room and joined dozens of other couples.
The first part of one of these parties is for everyone to look at everyone else. The women in their finery, the men nervous, some excited, some sheepish, some bold in their nakedness. Some men were awkward in being naked among other men. There is a gay quality to this that is a little unsettling for a heterosexual male. The women gawked openly. Male nudity is not nearly as common as female nudity, and this was an array of more penises in one place than any had ever seen in their life. So, they looked.
But novelty is only novel at the beginning. As time went on, the gawking ceased, and people chatted amongst themselves as they would at any party. The nudity became accepted.
A DJ began playing soft music, and the couples took to the dance floor. The resulting embrace of body to body, the male nude, caused many a penis to rise. It couldn’t be helped, and it was just how a male relates to a female. But most pairs were people in a relationship. The sexual nature of their embrace was familiar. Not so for Sally and Oliver.
“I’m sorry,” Oliver said, as his erect member poked against Sally’s gown as they slow danced. “Your beauty is causing a reaction that I can’t hide.”
“Then don’t hide it,” Sally replied. She lowered an arm which was around Oliver’s back to his buttocks. She pressed him against her. Their bodies swayed, tightly wound together.
“We’ve never even dated, yet here I am, pressed against you,” said Oliver. “Can what I’m feeling now be undone?”
“I hope not,” said Sally.
She was definitely liking this sweet hunk of a man.
When the gala was over, after Sally and all the other pledges were inducted, the men got dressed.
“You look different in clothes,” Sally said cheerfully. “I’ll have to rely on my memory as to how you looked before.”
“Maybe not,” said Oliver. “If you’ll come back with me to my dorm room, perhaps I can help you remember.”
And so it was. This time, Sally’s lovely gown and undergarments were what hit the floor first. They shed their clothes in a frenzy and fell into the bed. Those full lovely breasts, whose movement had been so delicious from afar, now moved just from Oliver’s hungry grasp. He took those mounds into his mouth, exciting the nipples. Sally’s hands reciprocated, running across the back of his head, pulling him to her. He rolled on top of her. Her blonde wispy pubic hair was thrust aside with the force of his penis sliding past, into her opening. It was a lovely night of passion.
When they lay together afterwards, in that post-coital tranquility, he spoke quietly to her. “Please let me be your date for the next sorority event.”
“Don’t worry,” said Sally. “I’m not letting you out of my sight.” She pulled his face to hers and their mouths came together. How had she ever thought of him as just a casual friend? They were meant to be lovers. And now they were.