"What?"
"You heard it, Miss Vera. Hurry up, we don't have all day."
I feel myself blushing, unable to believe what she's asking me. I look around for help among the twenty classmates watching me, but none of them look like they're going to offer tribute for me. Damn expectations, Katnis Evergreen. I see sly smiles and beady eyes everywhere, and even among the women. A pack of wolves waiting to watch them tear me apart.
The powerful eyes of a boy right in front of me catch my eye, and with a startled look I realize it's him, Paul. The one with the nice smile, who now gives me a friendly one, as if to encourage me. He's not the handsome type, but he certainly has nice, thick black hair, which creates little swirls on his forehead. He's a nice guy, doesn't even seem to judge me for cumming while a stranger was fingering me next to him.
My hands shake as I remove my tie and reach for the first button of my shirt, which comes off far too easily. I just got dressed moments ago and can only be thankful that I at least took that shower and changed my panties...
Wait. I didn't, I was too rushed by the guy at the window. Okay, fine, for a moment I stood there watching the sucker rubbing his naked crotch and cumming while looking into my eyes, but as soon as his semen soaked the glass, I woke up from the reverie and got dressed with the first thing I found like the devil took me.
Too fast, perhaps.
Because now, I'm without panties. In front of everyone.
"If you don't take off your clothes immediately, you'll be reprimanded by the principal," the teacher threatens me, taking off his glasses to bite the stem of them.
Okay, anything but that. I don't want that weird guy in a black harness to punish me, no matter what kind of punishment it is. Fine with me if I never see him again until graduation.
So I force my hands to undo the next button, and then another, down. My pale pink bra with kitten prints is exposed and I regret not choosing a more grown-up outfit. I like what I like, but it's something my partners demanded of me. I still have in my drawer at home unworn the black lingerie set that Jake gave me a few years ago.
I look up and see that no one in the classroom blinks, all eyes on me. The sun's rays stream in through the windows and make me aware that I am most likely visible from outside as well. Suddenly, I'm grateful to be in a natural setting and only have twenty pairs of eyes watching me.
The shirt makes a faint rustling noise as I lay it on the professor's desk. The stifling heat is relieved somewhat instantly, and the hair on my arms bristles. I shed my shoes and socks, because there is nothing so unsightly as socks. The mark these have left on my ankles looks so hideous to me that I don't want to go any further. At least I'm short enough that no one will see them unless they get up.
I take a deep breath and turn around to undo my bra buckle. I glance sideways at the professor, who seems more bored with waiting than really interested in my body. Then I hide as best I can my prominent breasts and with the other I leave the bra on the table.
His gazes are like incisive caresses, touches that go straight to my flaws: my belly button, the stretch marks on my tits, which grew too fast in my youth, how bony my wrists are in comparison. My hand, too small, is barely able to shield my erect nipples from view.
I hesitate.
"Could I... could I at least stay like this?," I beg the professor.
"Miss, you're trying my patience," he says, and then he steps forward and yanks down my skirt.
People let out an exclamation when he exposes my unshaven pubis and I want to die of embarrassment. Wherever you go, always wear panties, my grandmother used to say. Oh, granny, I should have listened to you. With my free hand, I try to cover my private parts. I hear giggles, often like pins. That's it, my social life is over.
"I see you came prepared," smiles the fucker sardonically when he sees my state. Then, oblivious to my desperate situation, he turns to the class. "Now we need a male volunteer."
He scans the class for raised hands, but no one does and lets out a sigh.
"You're all going to end up on this stand at some point. I recommend earning points now while you can. "
From the front row, I see Paul's hand go up. Everyone looks at him with their mouths open, me the first, because I didn't imagine he'd have the balls to do it. Instantly I feel a new, much deeper emotion: I am grateful.
"Well, Mr. Paul, isn't it? Don't mind me, it will take me a few days to learn your names. Come up here, please, and undress."
He doesn't look at anyone as he climbs up next to me, but having him so close makes this not so violent for a few moments. I watch him curiously as he slowly but surely undresses. He gives me a sidelong glance, but instantly goes back to his own buttons, and then he peels off his shirt.
That shirt is poorly made, who designed it? Paul has a broad back, and although I can tell he must have lost some weight because of his belly, it's clear he's in some kind of sport. I was picturing him as a public servant, the kind who spends all day behind a desk, so this piques my interest. He smells a bit like sweat, which makes me a bit disgusted, but there is another smell mixed in, something that is intrinsically his. He has hair on his chest, not too profuse, as well as on his back and arms. Perhaps a little pale, he needs a little sun.
He takes off his pants, revealing a pair of briefs, a bit old-fashioned. He doesn't have as much of a look on his face as I do, although his hands do shake a little when he pulls down his underwear and exposes his penis. Ooooook, not bad.
I've only seen three penises in person in my entire life. This one is about average in my personal experience. It hangs limp and blushing, barely visible between the pubic hair, which must have been trimmed. A smile escapes me as I realize he's shy. Paul catches me looking at him, but he doesn't hide his masculinity, instead answering me with a half-sideways smile.
"Let's learn the basics: male and female anatomy," says the professor, taking out a riding crop from one of the drawers, which leaves me breathless.