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CHAPTER 2-Walking Onto Campus
"Do you want me to throw your clothes into my bag and bring them with us in case you want them," Kacy asked. Amanda just shook her head, not wanting the temptation.
Even though she had chosen this route, Amanda felt like she was being tortured. She felt the breeze teasing her (until now) private places and felt the smooth blacktop of the driveway under her bare feet. She had never been much of a barefoot walker, choosing sandals or flip flops even in summer, and she was very aware of these new feelings traveling from the soles of her feet up her long, toned legs and seeming to end right at her sex which, she was embarrassed to note, was soaked.
"I can't go to school here," she thought to herself, "I can't even concentrate on anything but my vagina and I've only been naked for a few minutes. This would send me to the mental hospital after too long."
She walked next to her sister for comfort. As they passed the other students and faculty, they received odd looks but Amanda quickly realized that those looks weren't directed at her but at Kacy, who was the only clothed woman on the campus. Kacy, who was dressed normally in a long-sleeved henley, jeans and shoes, felt it too and instinctively crossed her arms over her chest.
They followed the signs pointing towards BSC's admissions office and pushed through the door. Both girls stopped short and were breathless by what they saw.
Sitting in the reception area was a beautiful woman, just a little bit older than Kacy, maybe 23. Her beauty and the fact that she was completely nude didn't shock the girls…nudity was a fact of life on this campus and every girl they had seen was prettier than the last one. No, what startled Amanda and Kacy was the position the brunette was in.
The chair was not your ordinary secretary's chair. Instead it was shaped like a toilet seat with nothing beneath the area where a girl's vagina would be. But the woman was on her knees, her ass pushed out and her legs spread. From their vantage point, the girls could see the woman's asshole and her hairless slit and mound, all of which she was blatantly displaying, even pulling her ass cheeks apart to further reveal her puckered hole there.
"Hi, welcome to Blanke Schande College, please have a seat," the woman said with a smile, looking at the two girls over her shoulder. "I'm just presenting to those young men over there."
Amanda and Kacy turned and saw two male students at a desk, arranging papers. They were sneering at the secretary and at Amanda, who blushed and covered her breasts and pussy. She tried to hide behind her sister as they sat and she gasped when she felt the coldness of the smooth plastic beneath her bare ass and thighs. Amanda quickly crossed her legs at the knee, effectively shielding her vagina, and crossed her arms over her breasts, trying to hide her nudity from the boys. Though she realized she was as covered as she would be on the beach or at gymnastics meet, she felt like she was naked on one of those 60-foot screens in Times Square.
"Alright boys, have you seen enough," the secretary said with a smile to the boys. They nodded and went on with their work.
Amanda and Kacy watched as the woman changed her position and got to her feet to walk towards them. "Hi, I'm Cami Granato, the admission secretary, you must be Amanda," she said, offering her hand in greeting. As they shook hands, Cami continued, "I must commend you Amanda. Most girls don't arrive within the dress code. Normally there are some hysterics as they head into the interview."
Amanda said thank you but blushed at the knowledge that she was different than most girls. Why didn't she fight it more, she wondered, did she really want to be naked?
She looked at Cami, so natural, so at peace with her nudity and with displaying herself to them and those boys. Would she become like her after a few weeks at this school?
"Um, Miss Granato, can I ask you something," she asked timidly.
Cami smiled. "Sure, anything, and please, call me Cami."
"Ok, uh, Cami, what were you doing for those boys when we walked in," she asked.
"That is called presenting," Cami calmly explained. "I've been doing that for six years, four years as a student and two years as an employee. You get very used to it, so used to it that I didn't even think that you might find it strange."
Strange, why would I find it strange, Amanda thought. Sure, at her high school, girls always just spread their legs and reveal their pussies and assholes to the boys. The thought made her chuckle. This place was going to be way different, that was for sure.
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