Bracing her hands behind her on the front table where her papers lay, Tami stood bolt upright in front of the class, giving them an unembarrassed full frontal view of her statuesque nakedness.  Her topic: measuring bra size.           “My, uh, project is on a very basic topic, but I think one that maybe could be done better.”  Tami had little trouble with public speaking, having been Vice President of the student government in her sophomore year.  “I think you girls, anyway,

The wind and icy rain continued to pelt the quad.           One might think that, of all people, changes in weather would affect Tami, whose naked body had no protection from the elements, the most. In fact it seemed to affect her the least. Summer or winter, hot sun or cold rain, gentle breeze or gale-force wind, Tami walked across the quad with pretty much the same pace, on this occasion her feet splashing casually through the melting slush, her upright frame accepting the

Another sequence I’m fond of. This Parts 26 - 27 of “Tami Beethoven”. The atmosphere in the crowded dining room was electric.           The seven onlookers stood around the seated, slightly overweight figure of Mayree, Tami and Rod’s old friend, back in town for the St. Patrick’s Day weekend.  Mayree’s husband Brad, tall and dark and silent as always, stood behind her, watching what she was doing with a quizzical interest.  As was Rod.  Not so quizzical was the inter

This was where the story invaded another genre. To some readers it was too much.         Now she was led down another hall and into a pen with no name plates.  She was pushed in with a knee in the back.  Then, to her surprise, they didn’t close the waist-high door.  It turned out the doors were only ornamental.  A set of bars were drawn out from a channel in the wall and they clanged shut in front of her.  Like a jail cell.           The naked teenager, trying to hold back t

. . . and finds her way back to college for her sophomore year (and latest plan to get into clothes). This is from near the end of “‘Tami Smithers Was Here’”. P.S . I highly recommend Bikerbloke (fka “Biker”and “Bikertoo”) and his inventive “Jenny” drawings, which were an inspiration for this series. He has them up now at Deviantart.      This is a real find.  A beautiful naked girl sleeping on the beach, lying on her stomach, arms and legs spread as if out on a mattres

She’s from Rhode Island, which is not a gun-toting state. This is from Part 19 - 20 of “‘Tami Smithers Was Here’” and she's in Mississippi.          “Oh, good grief,” Dyle said, reaching over to cut off a forkful.  “Just so you know it’s not poison, or loaded with some super-strong laxative.”  He gulped it down.           Tami wrinkled her chin.  Then, still holding one arm across her breasts, she switched the silverware to the left side, took a fork and started eating.  The