Chapter Thirty-Five
Elizabeth pumped her legs on the stationary bike, humming along to her Ipod and flipping through her sociology reading. The dull light of the student recreation center flickered as Elizabeth finished her workout. After working up a good sweat, she went down the hallway to re-hydrate with some water.
It was a Friday night, a night usually reserved for parties and going out, but Elizabeth was behind in her studies and needed to catch up on her schoolwork and her physical work out. So she had decided to kill two birds with one stone, even if it meant sacrificing a Friday night.
Elizabeth went to the vending machine and purchased a bottle of water. The center would be closing in half an hour. Elizabeth decided it was probably time for her to wrap up and head home. She cooled down with some water and mopped sweat off her brow. That workout had really made her sweat! Her sports bra felt so sticky and her t-shirt clung to her wet skin. She would have felt much more comfortable being naked.
Elizabeth giggled. By this point, she knew that any time she even thought about getting naked in public, it was going to happen. Why even fight it?
Being a weekend night, the recreation center was quite empty. There was one student working the front desk. She had seen two guys in the weight room. One girl on a treadmill. That was about it.
Elizabeth pulled the sticky t-shirt off. She was still in her sports bra, certainly not a shocking sight in a gym. She decided she was going to have some fun. She took her bottle of water and poured some of the cold liquid onto her chest. The cold startled her and her nipples became so hard they stuck out visibly through the sports bra.
Elizabeth walked back down the hallway and into the weight room where the two weightlifters were taking a break.
“Excuse me,” she asked innocently. “Do you know where I could find some towels?”
She smiled as the two weightlifters quickly fixated on her near-visible nipples.
“Uh, yea. They’re over there,” pointed one of the weightlifters, hardly taking his eyes off her chest.
“Thanks,” smiled Elizabeth as she walked over and grabbed a towel.
As Elizabeth walked back into the hallway, her body shivered with delight at the attention she had garnered. But simply showing off her body wasn’t enough. She wanted to be naked.
She went back into the stationary bike room, which was completely deserted. Elizabeth hardly hesitated as she pulled the sports bra off over her head. She teased her nipples, still hard from before. Her hand slipped down her pants and she began to stroke her soft mound. She was growing more and more aroused.
With one motion, Elizabeth slipped her sweatpants and panties down, leaving her completely naked. She stepped out of her shoes and stood in the stationary bike room nude. She twisted her nipples even more.
Elizabeth sat down onto one of the bikes and began to pedal. As she pedaled, her clit would brush against the seat of the bike, giving her a tingle. She began to pedal faster and faster, the tingling building up and up into a warm feeling spreading across her body. Sweat began pouring down her face. Elizabeth began to furiously massage her own breasts, the sweat lubricating her body. This was quite a workout!
Just then the door opened, and the girl from the treadmill looked up to see a naked girl having an orgasm on the stationary bike!
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed as she turned and ran, horrified.
Elizabeth didn’t care. She was close to climaxing. She jumped off the bike and grabbed the water bottle. She needed it inside her. She lay on the ground of the gym with her legs spread, thrusting the water bottle in and out. The feeling was enormous. She raised her legs into the air, imagining both weightlifters were pumping her right there on the gym floor. She orgasmed.
“Ohhhhhh fuck!” she squealed in delight.
Elizabeth sighed in contentment as she opened her eyes to see the pimply-faced freshman who sat at the front desk.
“Uh, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You can’t be naked in here,” he mumbled meekly.
“No problem,” smiled Elizabeth confidently as she stood back up, naked before him. “I think I’m done here.”
“Uh, and could you wipe down the seat?” he asked.
Elizabeth was in good spirits when she walked into Sociology class on Monday morning. She was caught up on all her readings, and she was still living off the high from her Friday night exposure. Plus, she was really starting to like her sociology class and looked forward to each lecture.
That day, the professor had given the students the assignment of breaking one social norm for class. Elizabeth looked around and saw a few students in pajamas. That really wasn’t extraordinary for college. One student was walking backwards – Elizabeth had considered doing that but it just seemed silly. Elizabeth had considered perhaps giving everyone she met a kiss on the cheek – but she saw a girl already doing that. Elizabeth racked her brain to think of something else she could do that was not socially acceptable.
“Let’s begin class,” announced Professor Warner. Elizabeth was developing a mad crush on him. Not only was he dashingly handsome, but he clearly commanded the material well and had a great intellect.
“I see some of you are already exploring the boundaries of social acceptability,” he continued. “That is wonderful. By the end of class, I want each of you to have violated some social norm, then your assignment will be to write about it.”
Just then a male student farted.
“Yes,” continued the Professor as the class erupted in laughter. “I should have expected that once again. Well that will give you something to write about.”
He turned and looked at Elizabeth.
“Others of you should explore your social boundaries so you have something to write about as well.”
Elizabeth melted as he smiled. Now the pressure was on. She couldn’t let him down. She had to think of something extraordinary to write about!
He began his lecture and Elizabeth tried to brainstorm things she could do to push social boundaries. Walk on her hands? No, that was stupid and she didn’t even know how. Stand on her desk? For a whole hour? Nothing good was coming to mind.
An hour quickly passed and soon it was time for a break before class resumed. Elizabeth rushed to the restroom to splash some water on her face and try to come up with a way to push social boundaries.
She turned on the spigot, only to have water splash all over her.
“Darn faucet!” she thought as she grabbed a paper towel and tried to dry off her wet blouse. She looked at herself in the mirror with the semi-soaked blouse and thought back to her experience at the recreation center. She had loved it when those weightlifters had been transfixed on her hard nipples. Elizabeth quickly removed her bra from underneath her blouse. The blouse was not that tight, so you could hardly see her nipples, even though the blouse was wet. Would this be enough for the assignment?
Elizabeth walked back to the lecture hall, hoping to garner some attention. Unfortunately, it seemed all the other students were too fixated on their own assignments to notice her. She looked down at her chest and the blouse had already dried quite a bit. Elizabeth didn’t seem to be pushing any social boundaries at all.
“Alright, let’s resume where we left off,” continued Professor Warner. “I do hope you’ve all had a chance to violate a social norm during class.”
Elizabeth was now panicking a bit. She really wanted to impress Professor Warner, and her stupid attempt to have a wet t-shirt contest during class had failed. She thought again about the recreation center. Her body became flush when she thought about her erotic ride on the stationary bike. Thinking about her sweaty naked body in public like that was getting her hot. She loosened a button on her blouse. Wait…could she dare….in class?
She undid the next button. Her skin was on fire. She unbuttoned a third button. Her blouse was now open past her breasts. Her breathing quickened. She quickly undid the next two buttons. Still, no one had noticed, but her blouse was now nearly open. She undid the last button, leaving a thin strip of bare flesh up her chest.
She had gone this far, could she go farther? Would Professor Warner be impressed? Or mortified? How would her classmates react?
Elizabeth slipped off her shoes. She took a deep breath. Still, no one was noticing her striptease. She unbuttoned her jeans. Oh god, she wasn’t really going to go through with this was she?
She looked across the room and noticed one guy had taken attention of her stripping and looked to be in disbelief. Elizabeth thought about the pimply-faced freshman at the recreation center. Elizabeth had enjoyed giving him a show. It was showtime again.
Elizabeth slipped her thumbs into her underpants, and in one motion slid her jeans and panties past her knees and to the ground. This began to attract attention from surrounding classmates and soon most of the lecture hall was staring at a half-naked Elizabeth. The seat was now cold on her bare bottom and the air conditioning of the lecture hall gave her goosebumps up and down her naked flesh. She slid the open blouse off her shoulders and tossed all of her clothes into her backpack.
The class began to stir with a few students gasping in utter amazement. Elizabeth heard “oh my god” and even “what a sl*t.” This was a terrible idea. The professor had meant violating stupid little norms like farting. Not full frontal nudity.
Professor Warner turned to see what all the fuss was about and looked quite surprised when he saw a bare naked student sitting in his lecture hall.
“Well, um…..this….is a first,” he mumbled, trying to regain his composure.
Elizabeth was now mortified, and the silky white bare flesh of her naked body was now in stark contrast to the bright red embarrassment of her face.
“What is your name, young lady?” asked the Professor.
“Elizabeth.”
“Yes, well Elizabeth,” he continued turning to the class, “has bravely demonstrated one of the sillier social norms we practice every day – the wearing of clothes.”
“You see,” he continued, “On days like this, when it is unseasonably hot outside, I still feel the need to wear this stuffy tweed jacket, this ugly tie, and these out-of-date trousers. Wouldn’t we all be more comfortable wearing – well, whatever we wear in the comfort of our own homes? Or even nothing at all?”
The class murmured a bit and Elizabeth began to feel better about her nudity.
“Elizabeth has truly violated a social norm today,” he smiled. “The rest of you may have done something silly, but what she did was truly provocative, daring, and thought-provoking. I look forward to reading your essay Elizabeth.”
Elizabeth smiled and sat back up in her chair, confident in her nudity. Just then a male student stood up, removed his shirt, shorts and underpants to the applause of the entire lecture hall.
“Eh, yes. It appears you have inspired others Elizabeth,” laughed the professor.
Elizabeth sat naked in class for the remainder of the hour, enjoying every second of Professor Warner glancing every now and then at her naked body. Having him see her this way was turning her on, let alone the fact that everyone could see her this way. She so wished she could just masturbate right there and then. Now that would be violating a social norm!
Class ended much too quickly, and Elizabeth began to dress. Professor Warner quickly approached her.
“I just wanted to say thank you for taking such a bold move. I was having trouble illustrating exactly what I meant with social norms, but you gave us a perfect example. I applaud your courage.”
He blushed. He was so cute when he blushed!
“I really do look forward to your paper. You have a tremendous amount of talent. And I hope you get the chance to show off your talents in this class. Er….so to speak.”
Elizabeth laughed at his slip of the tongue. She was going to take every opportunity to show her talents.
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