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There were eight naked women standing behind the wall – occasionally, somebody would peek out through the window to see if the mob was still there and her sunken expression would confirm that they indeed were.
The protestors had grown in number since yesterday in spite of Amy dropping out of the event. News of what had happened to her last night had spread and made the remaining holdouts “angry as hell”. Sally felt a small sense of pride when she saw another woman come downstairs in the nude that morning, a sense that grew and grew into near excitement as the number of nudists who joined them in the lobby increased until she had counted over half of the female students at Westridge among their participants. Remembering their strength in numbers, she was pleased to see that the protest had doubled in size to eight.
Sally still wished it was nine.
Leah peeked her head around the corner again, saw the men gathered outside their dorm, and sighed. The mob had grown in size since a few minutes ago and they couldn’t lounge around in the nude forever. Eventually, they would have to leave the safety of the building and go to class. But when would that be?
“Still there.” Leah shook her head, sitting back down at the table. She had clearly washed her long, brown hair this morning – wet tips clung slightly to her back, grabbing at the bare skin whenever she turned her head this way or that.
“What an unfortunate omen.” Claire was leaning back, one arm casually over the back of Leah’s chair. Her blond hair hung down in a ponytail today. “I knew the administrators would ramp up their attacks on us today, but this is a bit excessive.”
“Do you think we could get away with showing up to class a bit late?” Tiffany, one of the most recent recruits added. Her thin arms were still wrapped around her chest with a sense of shame that Sally recognized wasn’t present in herself as of some time yesterday.
“I doubt it.” Dolly sighed, pressing her thick legs together. “And I also doubt that those men will leave just because classes have started.”
“So the question remains…” Leah peeked out the window again. “How do we get past those boys in one piece?”
Sally knew the obvious answer – they would simply put up with whatever molestation the men would levy their way as they walked to class. It was the same situation they had faced time and time again thus far – whenever the number of men was higher than the number of women, they would get harassed endlessly. Sticking together was the only way to get some sort of safety on campus – at least, from physical molestation – but with so many men camped outside their dorm, they knew that numerical advantage would be denied.
And of course, the new girls were a concern as well.
Sally, Leah, and Claire were three of the original protestors who had gone to class naked for the last two days. Dolores and Tiffany joined them yesterday and followed through by starting today naked as well. The last three were Nina, who Sally shared her first class of the day with, and two women she had never had the chance of introducing herself to who went by Jennifer and Felicia. Sally was never good with names, and the fact that she was already struggling to remember who was who felt relaxing in a way; Their protest was getting bigger.
And yet, some of them were already looking as though they were about to falter – to run back up to their dorm rooms to get dressed again. They had remained clothed for the last few days and been written up by the administration for violating dress code – something that would eventually wind up as an expulsion – so going to class naked seemed like the only ‘safe’ option for getting their right to attend college back.
But if they were sexually harassed so thoroughly so early into the day, the odds that they’d make it through to the end of the protest would surely shrink. They needed a plan to smuggle these girls further from the dorm rooms in safety – to at least build their confidence in the de facto leadership of this movement.
So the question remained of how to get eight naked women across campus without scaring the three of them with the least experience. Sally poked her head around to corner to check on the situation herself and saw at least twenty men sitting around. Some were in the grass outside the dorm, others on ledges, and a few had even brought folding chairs to wait on the Westridge women to leave their dorms. This was not a spontaneous gathering.
One of the men pointed up, shouting something inaudible through the walls and windows that separated the two groups and soon most of the crowd’s attention had turned to the naked Sally, who at that point realized her bare chest was slightly exposed through the glass. She leapt back to the safety of the wall the rest of the girls had used as cover, her hands rising to cover herself despite the safety.
And then, the worst case scenario started. One of the girls was sitting on the floor nearby, holding her head in her hands in a near-fetal position as her muttering gebze escort grew louder.
“I knew this was a bad idea.” Jennifer yelled. “I’m getting dressed!” The tall but shapely woman covered her pale body with her hands and stood up.
“I’m going, too.” Nina joined in, she was shorter and thinner, with tan lines that made Sally assume she was a swimmer – or at least she was a swimmer during summers.
Leah and Claire gave them pained looks – clearly wanting to keep their unity intact but also unsure how to keep the group from losing their collective nerves.
“Wait!” Sally surprised even herself when she raised her voice, calling out to the two women who had just stood up. “Don’t go!”
“You’ve seen those men.” Jennifer replied. “What do you think would happen if any of us were to go outside right now?”
“Maybe you want to get molested by a bunch of guys, but I’m out.” Nina said, though not with an angry look in her eyes. Instead, the general feeling was one of failure – a failure to even launch their foray into the protest.
“It will be okay!” Sally tried to reassure them, but her voice cracked a bit while speaking letting her true feelings slip through.
“Unless you have a way to get by those men, I’m leaving, too.” Felicia stood up, her dirty blonde hair tied into two pigtails in a failed attempt at covering her chest godiva-style. The whole atmosphere was shifting. Even Sally started to see the logic in surrender.
Which is why her next words seemed to come out of nowhere.
“I have a plan!”
The women stopped, turning to face the short, naked girl standing by the window. Some of the girls who were covering briefly let their hands lower, as if the mere idea of a strategy gave them a bit of additional hope, but Sally knew that this hope was not long if she didn’t suggest something. The truth was, she did have a plan. She just didn’t want to have to go through with it and failed to come up with anything better. In this state, she wouldn’t have the time anyway.
“You can leave through the side exit, then swing around the other dorms and head along the road from there.” Sally began. Her voice was only a little bit more confident than before, but she was still able to command the attention of the other women. “Then, you can make it to the main complex after only a few minutes. From there, you should be able to get to class on time.”
“No way!” Nina shouted. “Along the roads?”
“But won’t the cars on the highway see us?”
“There is a bit of distance between the two areas.” Claire raised her voice, drowning out the panic of the crowd. “And I find it unlikely any motorist would come to a halt from full speed just to ogle a few girls – that is, of course, assuming the drivers even notice. Highways are full of distractions.”
“Even if that works,” The first girl to stand up interrupted. “I don’t think we can just slip out of the side exits so easily. There are enough men outside that we’re probably gonna be noticed by at least one of them, and then if that happens, the rest will follow!”
“She’s correct,” Felicia added. “The side exit is not that far out of the way. I doubt we can slip by unnoticed.”
“You’ll be okay.” Sally sighed. She then stood up straight, so that her voice would ring out across the entire common area. “I will distract them.”
For a moment, there was silence. A distraction? The others had incredulous looks on their faces – not that they didn’t understand what she meant, but that they couldn’t believe somebody would attempt such a thing. If Sally was to be understood, she meant to allow nearly thirty men to have their way with her – a similar fate to what happened to Amy just last night.
“Are you sure you can do that?” Nina asked, as she stepped closer, the light of the room making her tan-lines appear almost invisible.
“Y-yes.” Sally had hoped her voice would show more confidence. “If it’s what needs to be done.”
“I do not believe she was asking if you had the courage to do so.” Felicia sat back down. “But if you alone could distract all of the men out there at once. There appears to be nearly forty present.”
“Maybe she will fail!” Claire stood up suddenly, calling the attention in the room to her. “But so what? This entire protest was a risk from the beginning, a risk that I assume we all understood going into it. Maybe Sally will fail, maybe she will succeed, it’s better than doing nothing!”
“It’s isn’t like the alternative is any better.” Dolly spoke up. “We go out through the front door, those men are gonna do stuff to us. But we’ve already been through a ton; Just yesterday, Sally was forced to-“
“That’s okay Dolly!” Sally interrupted. Just remembering the humiliation she went through in history class yesterday was enough to make her sex start to ache. “You don’t need to being that up again.”
The women in the dorm continued to discuss the pros and cons of Sally’s suggestion among themselves, the original members of the protest trying desperately to make gümüşhane escort sure the conversation never slipped back towards quitting altogether and stayed as a debate between the two options. It wasn’t until further doubt was placed on Sally’s ability to distract that Leah finally spoke for the first time in a while.
“She won’t go alone. I will join her.”
As the unofficial leader of the group, Leah seemed to demand the most attention when she did anything. The rest of the girls grew silent, hanging on whatever suggestion she was about to make as though it would serve as official word of their plan moving forward.
“Very well,” Claire smiled slightly – trying to force her nerves away. “As one of the founding members of this protest, I suppose it’s my responsibility to join you two.”
“No,” Leah shook her head. “Remember, the staff is excluding you from the harassment. If these boys were sent at the behest of the administration, then there is a chance that your presence will do nothing but confuse them. Besides, somebody will need to lead the rest of the group towards campus.”
“I-” Claire tried not to let her relief show. Her failure to do so made Sally even more nervous about what she had agreed to do. “I understand. I will do my best.”
“Good.” Leah stood up and walked over to the window. “Classes will start eventually, and we can’t have anybody show up late; There’s no point in waiting around any longer.
“Sally, if you would?”
Leah held out a hand to Sally, who still hadn’t quite accepted that she was about to willingly give herself over to a large group of men to be harassed. But when she saw a slightly pained look on Leah’s face, she thought that perhaps the other woman wasn’t confident either. She had spent so long thinking of Leah as a perfect role model and natural leader that she never considered that beneath her cool exterior was any amount of ambiguity to her actions.
If they were going to be at all successful, they would have to do it together. Sally took Leah’s hand and they walked to the door together.
They hadn’t even made it out the door all the way when the crowd of men outside started to rally together; Their voices calling out so many lewd phrases that Sally was almost appreciative of the fact that so many had gathered, their voices prevented any one person from being comprehensible. At first glance, she thought there must have been about fifty people gathered around to look at her, but after Leah gave her hand a comforting squeeze, her imagination stopped running so much and she reduced that number internally to a more realistic twenty ish.
But even that many eyes were more than enough to once again remind Sally of the simple fact of what she was doing and how. She was naked. Her knees buckled a bit from nervousness as she could feel the gazes looking up at her vagina and breasts, the ogling causing a cold shiver to go down the back of her neck as though somebody had pressed an ice cube into her spine. From up on the stairs, she was giving the men gathered a clear view of her slit, but knew that if she covered it out of instinct, her brave facade might shatter and the whole campus would know what she was – a naked coward.
“Sally…” Leah whispered, not letting her head turn away from the men. “Follow my lead.”
“Follow your wh-” Sally tried to whisper back, but her voice was muffled when she saw the other girl’s head come quickly towards her, tilting slightly to the side and stopping just in time for nothing to collide but their lips.
Leah’s nose tapped against the top of Sally’s cheek, rapid breaths blowing against her face as a warmth overtook her from the jaw down. She tried to pull away but Leah’s arms had made their way low, grabbing Sally around the waist and pulling her close – not that Sally’s efforts to flee were especially strong.
Sally reached up to try to hold the other girl as well, but found that between the embarrassment of standing there naked in front of so many people and the shock of suddenly being kissed, she only reached part ways up and her left hand ended up on Leah’s breast. Why she took that chance to squeeze it, she didn’t know.
“It’s working.” Leah whispered in Sally’s ear – the words only taking on any meaning a few seconds later as she felt her arms tighter around her body, Leah’s naked body pressing tightly against her own as her breasts enveloped her upper body – two warm masses wrapping around her until she could feel Leah’s rapid heart beating out of time with her own.
The men at the base of the stairs were cheering – louder than they had when the two naked women came out of the dorm after so many minutes of waiting. She tried to drown out their shouts, to focus entirely on Leah’s kisses, but found that there was warmth coming from more than just the other woman as she tried to do so.
Remembering their mission, Sally tried to kiss back – puckering her lips and then… and then what? Leah would pull away slightly, taking Sally’s bottom lip izmir escort with her a bit before moving in for another go at her. Sally lacked the experience to know what constituted ‘good’ or ‘bad’ kissing, simply trying to make smooching noises whenever Leah’s lips came close again. If she had to guess, she would call Leah a good kisser and herself a bad one.
And then, the men grew quiet.
Still enveloped by Leah’s body, Sally started to fear the worst – that the men gathered had figured out the plan and noticed the rest of the girls sneaking away. She tried not to give any indication that there even was a plan and leaned in to kiss Leah back, only to get a mouthful of hair.
“You two!” A familiar voice called out. Sally flicked some hair out of her mouth with her tongue and saw Eve standing in a gap in the crowd. “Your presence is requested at the Dean’s office immediately.”
The dean’s? So far, he had only called on them to make vague threats and to try to discourage their future protests. She didn’t like the idea of having to show up so early, nor could she guess what the meeting was for. But Leah had started down the stairs, making for the gap next to the dean’s secretary, so Sally wiped her lips on the back of her arm and followed, hoping not to get too far away from the girl’s swaying butt to be left alone.
“Step back.” Eve demanded as the men, recognizing her authority, gave the two naked girls a bit of room to follow the clothed one.
As they walked down the middle of the main path to the school, they got plenty of stares. Sally had hoped she’d be used to this by now but perhaps the recent memory of having made out with one of her friends in front of so many people was making her more nervous as she found herself moving closer to Eve, nearly clutching the clothed woman’s shirt for cover.
“What’s the meaning of this meeting?” Leah remained composed, walking alongside Eve to give the impression that she wasn’t being led anywhere.
“Stay quiet.” Eve said without turning her head. “You’ll see.”
They arrived at the front office after a few more minutes, time that Sally spent trying to regain her composure by mimicking Leah’s body language as well as she could. Even though watching the other girl’s naked body reminded her of her own nudity, she still pressed forward. She was focusing so much on the way she was walking that she barely noticed Claire, Nina, and Tiffany waiting outside.
“Oh thank god.” Tiffany sighed. “I didn’t really think that would work!”
“I have to say, I’m pleasantly surprised as well.” Claire added. “Quite the plan, Nina.”
“What would work?” Sally asked, stepping out from behind Eve. “What plan?”
“There is no meeting.” Eve looked down at her and smiled. “These three came into my office and explained the entire thing. I pretended there was an emergency and brought the two of you over here, away from those men who had gathered. But the plan was Nina’s.”
“Oh, it’s – er-” The naked girl wrapped her brown arms around her body, squeezing two pale breasts together. “Least I could do after being such a downer this morning.”
“I started to suspect something like that when Eve refused to explain where we were going.” Leah smiled, looking over at the secretary. “I guess you’re okay with going against the wishes of the dean, then?”
“I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing.” Eve sighed. “But if you’ll excuse me, I should get back to my office before they realize I’m gone – and you all should probably get to class before those men from before realize the building they’re camped in front of is empty and they come back here.”
The others, realizing the wisdom in this, gave brief goodbyes before stepping away to go to class. There were still quite a few men who seemingly had nothing better to do than to stand at a distance and stare at the gathering of naked women, so they knew they still had some time until they needed to be anywhere. They planned a route that would keep them as a group for as long as possible, and that meant dropping off Tiffany first.
It felt nice to be indoors again, the cool tile against Sally’s bare feet reminding her of how long she had just spent walking along the concrete barefoot. Indoors, the men were closer than usual but also fewer in number, and the girls were able to walk almost casually, sharing a few encouraging words to try to lift their spirits before what would be a long day.
But those spirits didn’t stay lifted for long as they started to collectively realize something about their casual cantor through the halls. It was almost too casual – the number of men ogling them was lower than before as several had their attentions elsewhere, crowding around one of the classroom doors close enough to Tiffany’s next class that they had no choice but seeing what the commotion was.
Or rather, who it was.
“Gayle!” Claire shouted, running forward as the other girls suddenly scrambled to follow her in spite of their reservations about walking naked into a crowd.
The girl who had interviewed them yesterday was standing outside the newspaper’s headquarters – her ankle chained to a large wagon full of folded up papers. She was wearing nothing but a large cast of duct tape around both her arms, pulled behind her back in a way that kept her leaning forward slightly.