St Paul boasted one all-female college: Myra Shrewsbury Teachers' College, its 1890s and Art Deco buildings clad in ivy and set in verdurous grounds. All its staff were women. Busts and portraits of its presidents- bespectacled and ferocious- glowered like female deities of vengeance, arranged in its vestibule, as if to frighten off any creature who dared to...
Look above to see Victoria. A short while ago ago she would have been horrified by anyone seeing her topless let alone photographing it. Now instead she's smiling for her new school photos. Why you might ask? Because as part of her education at "St. Anne’s Reformatory School for Troubled Girls" she's been kept completely nude for the last three mon...
This is the fifth installment in a series under this title. This chapter picks up where the fourth chapter stopped and concludes this series. This story is a work of fiction. While the story has some basis in reality, any similarities to any real person or entity are entirely coincidental and unintended. _________ The school year after the trip on which we...
Nude Day falls on the last day of every school year. Today is my first. I put on a brand new pair of panties and my best bra so that whichever boy undresses me will see nice things. I go into the kitchen in my peasant blouse and retro pleated skirt but I can't eat. The protest sign is so bulky that Mom drives me to Darwin High. I put it up near the main en...
This is the fourth installment in what has become a series. Hopefully, this story can be read enjoyably on its own. However, this story continues the story started in the first three installments. Reading those installments in sequence will provide context and an understanding of who the characters are. This story starts slowly. I apologize. ***** Time get...
My wife and I love spending an afternoon relaxing and talking with old friends. Last Saturday was one such afternoon. While Jim and I discussed his recent canoe trip in Alaska, our wives passed thru on their way to the backyard and the pool. Even being 15 years his senior, I knew my wife would catch Jim's attention. As my wife bent over handing each of us a...
For the past 36 years Samantha was a mother for her three children, then when the kids were all in school and having gotten her teaching certificate she started working in the school system as an art teacher until all her children were out of college, but her passion was to be a sculptor was left untapped. During the evening meal she was sharing with her hu...
This story is the eighth in a series. I strongly recommend reading the prior chapters first to put this in context. I intended to leave Amanda and Harry forever in college. However, a reader asked me to continue their story. When I started this, my intention was to wrap up the story of the Turners and the Stones in this chapter. Amanda and Harry have persuad...
This is an account of Claire and I's year after high school... at least in our fantasy world. We talked about doing something like this during our senior year in high school, but for obvious reasons, it was too complicated to accomplish. I've had requests for a fictional account of Claire and I's antics, and this seemed like the perfect idea. This is how we...
Veronica Wilson was the head cheerleader, and her best friend Chantelle Spiros was also a cheerleader. Jamie Taylor was Chantelle's boyfriend. Since Wednesday Jamie had been getting sniggering looks from a lot of girls and 'way to go' or 'thumbs up' signs from the boys. During the first lesson on Friday, Jamie, Chantelle and Veronica received word that the...