Vignettes of Californium, Part VI -- University of Californium
Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2024 11:37 am
The following takes place five years after parts I-III. This is section 1; section 2 will be added later.
Vanessa Langford awoke in her dorm room bed at the main campus of the University. Looking over, she saw that her roommate was still asleep.
Her originally assigned roommate had fallen head over heels for a guy she had met in a class, and had moved out earlier in the year to join him. Not long afterward, she had gotten a call. I hear you’re alone in your room now, should we get back together?
The caller was Clayton Townsend.
“Sure”, Vanessa had responded. “Like old times, only now it will be full-time, not just when your family was visiting.”
The college wasn’t automatically creating opposite-sex roommate arrangements, but you could register one if you made the arrangement on your own. They hadn’t originally because Clayton was a year behind Vanessa, so in her freshman year she had let the college pick her roommate.
Contrary to what some people thought, they weren’t sleeping together, nor had they. Not yet, anyway. In fact, to this point there had really been nothing romantic about their relationship. One reason, no doubt, was that after all those years of being like one big family, the two of them had come to consider themselves almost as brother and sister. The times that the two of them had gone out together at night by themselves had really just been “friendship dates”. And for all of the (one-way) touching between them, it really wasn’t intimacy. Making their relationship romantic would clearly require a change in mindset. But then, Alana and Adam had done it. The same sort of thought could be part of the reason that neither she nor Clayton was dating anyone else, and if he did ask her to try adding romance to their relationship, even now, she probably would say yes.
Looking at the time, she saw that it was about time for Clayton to get up to get ready for his first class of the day. So she went over and threw back his bed covers, exposing his naked body.
“Wake up sleepyhead! Time to get ready for class.” She gave him a couple of smacks on his bare butt.
Grudgingly, he stirred. Vanessa went over to collect what she needed for the shower area, along with the little that Clayton would need.
A short time later, the door opened and the two of them emerged into the corridor, both still wearing what they wore to bed – Vanessa her pajamas, and Clayton nothing. They caught up to another naked man headed to the bathroom. “Hey, George”, said Vanessa.
The three of them reached the bathroom door, headed in, and walked over to the shower area.
The bathroom had been coed for many years, but had recently been remodeled to accommodate CFNM. The shower area consisted of a combination of a communal shower and several private shower stalls on each side of it.
One issue for Vanessa with having a male roommate was keeping her modesty intact. When she needed to change, she would use the changing areas in the private shower stalls. This time she had put on multiple layers the night before in anticipation of what she would be doing in the morning. So she sat down on a bench and took off her pajamas, revealing one of her one-piece bathing suits. After hanging the towels they had brought, she and Clayton then stepped into the communal shower.
After CFNM was introduced into the Townsend-Langford households, whenever the two of them were together Vanessa would sit in the bathroom and watch Clayton shower. In fact, if she was late getting there then Clayton would wait to start his shower until she showed up in the bathroom, ready to watch him. Eventually, however, as CFNM became more entrenched and “unequal nudity” more “unequal” and more widespread, it became seemingly tacitly understood between them that just watching him was no longer good enough. So one day, after about a year after it had first begun, as he was about to step into the shower, she stopped him.
“Wait”, she said, “I need to change into a bathing suit.”
Clayton silently nodded, as if he had been expecting it.
She went and changed (in private, of course) into one of her modest one-piece bathing suits, and came back. Then the two stepped into the shower together, and he stood passively and followed her orders as she soaped, then rinsed, his entire body, including his genitals. Then after they got out of the shower, it was she who toweled him dry. And from that day forward, he never bathed himself again when the two of them were staying under the same roof. That they were now both in college was not seen by either of them as a reason to do things any differently. Indeed, now that they were sharing living quarters full-time for the first time, it became a daily practice. And that the practice continued in college did not attract comment as they were far from the only ones there to do so, although George, who stepped in with them, did shower on his own.
Stepping into the communal shower, Vanessa told Clayton to stand with his back to her as she soaped him up. Starting down around his ankles, up his legs, but saving the best for last (at least to her way of thinking) as she then worked on his back before returning back down to his butt. Asking him to crouch down a bit, she then worked shampoo into his hair. Allowing him to rinse down, she then told him to turn around and repeated the process in front, again starting around the ankles, working up his legs and thighs, then again saving the best for last she moved to his belly and chest, then carefully on his face before returning to wash (more slowly than the rest of him) his genital area, whereupon his penis, which had slowly moved upward in response to her touching, broke out into a full erection. Neither of them was embarrassed or bothered by it. After he rinsed down, they stepped out together and he stood outside the shower while she toweled him down. Still not done with him, he grabbed a stool and sat down in front of a mirror – still in an erect state -- while she moussed and combed his hair.
Then it was her turn. Taking her toiletries and change of clothes, she went into one of the girls’ private shower / change rooms to the side of the communal shower where she showered, as she had always done, by herself. (Those rooms were not labeled as strictly for the girls’ use, but it was not necessary; everyone knew they were.)
She was fully changed into her clothes for the day when she stepped out. Going back to her room and grabbing the books she would need for her first class, she and Clayton headed out the dorm together: her in short-sleeved shirt and pants, and him naked.
In fact, in the entire dorm, there wasn’t a male student who didn’t spend most of the time in the dorm naked. The younger generation of males had taken overall to nudity more quickly and more thoroughly than their older counterparts. Consequently, college dorms were among the first mass housing units to go all-CFNM.
Vanessa Langford awoke in her dorm room bed at the main campus of the University. Looking over, she saw that her roommate was still asleep.
Her originally assigned roommate had fallen head over heels for a guy she had met in a class, and had moved out earlier in the year to join him. Not long afterward, she had gotten a call. I hear you’re alone in your room now, should we get back together?
The caller was Clayton Townsend.
“Sure”, Vanessa had responded. “Like old times, only now it will be full-time, not just when your family was visiting.”
The college wasn’t automatically creating opposite-sex roommate arrangements, but you could register one if you made the arrangement on your own. They hadn’t originally because Clayton was a year behind Vanessa, so in her freshman year she had let the college pick her roommate.
Contrary to what some people thought, they weren’t sleeping together, nor had they. Not yet, anyway. In fact, to this point there had really been nothing romantic about their relationship. One reason, no doubt, was that after all those years of being like one big family, the two of them had come to consider themselves almost as brother and sister. The times that the two of them had gone out together at night by themselves had really just been “friendship dates”. And for all of the (one-way) touching between them, it really wasn’t intimacy. Making their relationship romantic would clearly require a change in mindset. But then, Alana and Adam had done it. The same sort of thought could be part of the reason that neither she nor Clayton was dating anyone else, and if he did ask her to try adding romance to their relationship, even now, she probably would say yes.
Looking at the time, she saw that it was about time for Clayton to get up to get ready for his first class of the day. So she went over and threw back his bed covers, exposing his naked body.
“Wake up sleepyhead! Time to get ready for class.” She gave him a couple of smacks on his bare butt.
Grudgingly, he stirred. Vanessa went over to collect what she needed for the shower area, along with the little that Clayton would need.
A short time later, the door opened and the two of them emerged into the corridor, both still wearing what they wore to bed – Vanessa her pajamas, and Clayton nothing. They caught up to another naked man headed to the bathroom. “Hey, George”, said Vanessa.
The three of them reached the bathroom door, headed in, and walked over to the shower area.
The bathroom had been coed for many years, but had recently been remodeled to accommodate CFNM. The shower area consisted of a combination of a communal shower and several private shower stalls on each side of it.
One issue for Vanessa with having a male roommate was keeping her modesty intact. When she needed to change, she would use the changing areas in the private shower stalls. This time she had put on multiple layers the night before in anticipation of what she would be doing in the morning. So she sat down on a bench and took off her pajamas, revealing one of her one-piece bathing suits. After hanging the towels they had brought, she and Clayton then stepped into the communal shower.
After CFNM was introduced into the Townsend-Langford households, whenever the two of them were together Vanessa would sit in the bathroom and watch Clayton shower. In fact, if she was late getting there then Clayton would wait to start his shower until she showed up in the bathroom, ready to watch him. Eventually, however, as CFNM became more entrenched and “unequal nudity” more “unequal” and more widespread, it became seemingly tacitly understood between them that just watching him was no longer good enough. So one day, after about a year after it had first begun, as he was about to step into the shower, she stopped him.
“Wait”, she said, “I need to change into a bathing suit.”
Clayton silently nodded, as if he had been expecting it.
She went and changed (in private, of course) into one of her modest one-piece bathing suits, and came back. Then the two stepped into the shower together, and he stood passively and followed her orders as she soaped, then rinsed, his entire body, including his genitals. Then after they got out of the shower, it was she who toweled him dry. And from that day forward, he never bathed himself again when the two of them were staying under the same roof. That they were now both in college was not seen by either of them as a reason to do things any differently. Indeed, now that they were sharing living quarters full-time for the first time, it became a daily practice. And that the practice continued in college did not attract comment as they were far from the only ones there to do so, although George, who stepped in with them, did shower on his own.
Stepping into the communal shower, Vanessa told Clayton to stand with his back to her as she soaped him up. Starting down around his ankles, up his legs, but saving the best for last (at least to her way of thinking) as she then worked on his back before returning back down to his butt. Asking him to crouch down a bit, she then worked shampoo into his hair. Allowing him to rinse down, she then told him to turn around and repeated the process in front, again starting around the ankles, working up his legs and thighs, then again saving the best for last she moved to his belly and chest, then carefully on his face before returning to wash (more slowly than the rest of him) his genital area, whereupon his penis, which had slowly moved upward in response to her touching, broke out into a full erection. Neither of them was embarrassed or bothered by it. After he rinsed down, they stepped out together and he stood outside the shower while she toweled him down. Still not done with him, he grabbed a stool and sat down in front of a mirror – still in an erect state -- while she moussed and combed his hair.
Then it was her turn. Taking her toiletries and change of clothes, she went into one of the girls’ private shower / change rooms to the side of the communal shower where she showered, as she had always done, by herself. (Those rooms were not labeled as strictly for the girls’ use, but it was not necessary; everyone knew they were.)
She was fully changed into her clothes for the day when she stepped out. Going back to her room and grabbing the books she would need for her first class, she and Clayton headed out the dorm together: her in short-sleeved shirt and pants, and him naked.
In fact, in the entire dorm, there wasn’t a male student who didn’t spend most of the time in the dorm naked. The younger generation of males had taken overall to nudity more quickly and more thoroughly than their older counterparts. Consequently, college dorms were among the first mass housing units to go all-CFNM.