Interrogation

"Nope. Sorry. Not going to happen ladies."
"Awwwe. Come on Magnus..." etc.

Jen approached me.

"Magnus, you have nothing to be ashamed of in this place, nothing at all. Don't you want to be free? Don't you want to be at one with your truest self? Doing so requires all of us to release our inhibitions and let our will drive us in the most true sense."

As much as I approved of naturalism, I was not stripping. Maybe I just wasn't as comfortable with my body as they were. Women have the interesting advantage of being able to disguise when they are aroused, and I was not about to take that risk. I was determined to handle this with poise and professionalism.

"Ladies, I'm afraid my will demands me to keep my pants on."

I removed my shirt to their approval. Jen spoke up again...

"Okay everyone, let's get in a circle and do some relaxation exercises."

We all stood in a line and, taking after Stacy's example, each of us got a back rub. Laurie was in front of me and Ann was behind - grinding her thumbs into me.

"Try not to get frisky over there Ann" someone said before she reached under my arms and placed her hands on my chest. Yes, this was basically abuse.

Anyway, there were a few more exercises and then the meeting was adjourned. It didn't break out into some lesbian orgy or anything like that. Everyone was totally at ease and normal. As everyone got dressed, Stacy walked over and began asking me some questions.

"So, Magnus, I've been curious about your decision...do you mind if I ask a personal question?"
"Not at all."
"So, do you, um, relieve the tension in other ways. You know, by yourself?"
"I'm afraid that is none of your business."
"Hm. So, what happens instead. Do you have wet dreams?"
"I'd prefer not to say."
"How often?"

This was indeed getting kind of personal.

"Well, once every couple weeks probably."
"So, what are your dreams like when that happens? Are you ever in a room full of young naked women teasing you like this?" We laughed.
"Not that I can remember. I actually don't remember them usually."
"So, are you a virgin then?"
"No, I'm not. I've been sexually active before. I know what I'm missing."
"Ya think so, huh...Well, do you think you'll ever change your mind?"
"A situation like this doesn't help, but, no. I don't expect I'll change my mind."
"Don't you ever plan to have children?"
"I'll make that decision when I'm ready. I need to grow up first, and then I'll think about it."
"So, is it for religious reasons?"
"No."
"But I thought you were Christian."
"I relate to some of it, but that has nothing to do with it. I didn't take a vow or anything. It's just a choice."

She seemed curious, but I really don't like talking about it too much. I'm not ashamed of it at all. Just the opposite. But, talking about it makes me feel pompous and self-involved, even preachy.

Besides, she couldn't understand my newly discovered raison d'etre...to conquer my deepest desires. The truth was beyond description...the empowering liberation of overcoming supreme temptation. I almost wanted to experience the best efforts of a skilled seductress like Maria again so I could prove my will - that my lust for conscious independence of thought was more powerful than her most concentrated and passionate efforts against it.

As I was thinking these things Vanessa walked over and joined in the conversation...her savory green eyes caught mine and found me off-guard for a moment. She stood in front of me, he bare breasts shamelessly exposed for my perusal. If any of my messy dreams had included a subject, it would have been her...

"So, Mr. Magnus, had enough temptation for the day?"
"I think I have had quite enough. Thank you for your concern."
"Well then, my work is done. You know who to ask when you need more."

Vanessa pulled her shirt over her head and bounced off and out of the room. I noticed Stacy's glare of disapproval, which quickly changed back to her normal cheery state.

"You know, you can play that game with some girls, but I don't buy it."
"Buy what."
"You know what I mean, this innocent game. I know men, and no man has any sense of self control when it comes to a beautiful, available woman. I know you and Vanessa are doing it. You can't fool me."
"What makes you say that?"
"Let's just say. I know. I also know that you two need to keep it a dirty little secret for some reason. So, Mr. Magnus, I'm going to make a deal with you..."

To my relief, she was (deliberately it seemed) interrupted by Ann, Chrissy, Jen, and Monica, who were the last ones remaining in the room. They praised my gentlemanly behavior and Jen reprimanded me for not agreeing to join their naturalist state and remove my clothes. Chrissy approached and asked Jen if it was time to start fluffing me for the "real shoot." I decided to stand unaffected as she rubbed her pinky on my nipple, her hair draped against my back.

"Sorry ladies, I don't mind if you screw him, but we can't use school property to shoot it."
"Awe. Well, I guess we need to rehearse anyway," Monica said, as she occupied my other nipple with her pinky.

I was uncomfortable, but continued to act unphased, and it seemed to work. I was completely comfortable with everything as if this sort of thing happens all the time. "Well girls, don't be selfish. To be fair, If I screwed each of you I'd have to screw all the others, wouldn't I?"

Jen placed her clipboard on the projector table. "He's right. All the others wouldn't approve unless they had their share. We'll have to keep it a secret, won't we Magnus? Chrissy, begin the fluffing procedure."

Chrissy removed her top and descended to her knees in front of me, unbuttoning my jeans. I laughed and backed away. Jen spoke up...

"Alright girls, that's enough nonsense. Magnus, stick around for a few moments so I can show you the camera you'll be using for the next meeting..."

Relieved, I said goodbye to the girls and they assembled their things and walked out. Jen walked over and locked the door behind them.

"So, Mr. Magnus, did you receive my gift?"