A Long Walk

Rob watched as the pool of fabric on the ground that was his underwear creeped further away from him. He couldn’t believe that Hannah was using him as a shield and had even **** him to step out of the only clothing he had left. Worst of all, being so close to his near-naked peer, feeling her nipples poke into his back and her hot breath on his neck, was causing some commotion down south for him.

Not that he was too worried about covering it. Even fully erect, his “little guy” was still more than small enough to hide with his hands. Rob’s main concern was that if Hannah decided to rip his hands from their current position then he’d have to suffer the double humiliation of not just having his tiny penis exposed to everyone, but for them to see him aroused by it as well. He gulped. The edge of the stage was somehow still so far away…

It wasn’t long before the pair of nudies came upon a slack-jawed Mrs. Krebs. Till now she’d been standing by her chair, frozen by what she’d just witnessed. Finally, seeing her embarrassed academics up close gave her enough of a shock to snap her into action.

“Rob, Hannah!” Said the dean. “I don’t know how any of this happened; I’m so sorry.”

Rob and Hannah’s eyes widened drastically as the leader of their school began unbuttoning her blouse.

“Here, I don’t have much but you can cover up with these.” She said, removing her white shirt and handing it to Hannah. The topless girl immediately let go of Rob to snatch the garment and held it over her breasts.

“And here, Rob.” Mrs. Krebs continued, unzipping the side of her white skirt and letting it fall to her ankles. She stepped out of the clothing, bent over and handed it to the red-faced boy.

“Better than nothing, I guess.” Thought Rob as he wrapped the skirt around his body.

Laughter poured in from the audience and it was no surprise why. The three of them looked ridiculous up on stage: Mrs. Krebs, a little embarrassed but still standing proud in just her white bra and panties; Hannah, Wearing nothing but her black thong while using the blouse like a sheet to cover her boobs; and Rob, clad in only the dean’s white skirt which was so tight that he could barely get the zipper all the way up. So tight in fact…

“Oh my.” Rob heard his underwear-clad dean mutter while putting a hand over her mouth. Turning his head in her direction he also noticed Hannah, one arm barely covering herself with the blouse while the other tried to suppress what seemed to be a fit of laughter that she’d been struck with. Both women were staring right at him and seemed to be shocked by something.

“What’s the big deal?” Rob asked. “It’s just a skirt; you guys aren’t exactly well-dressed either.”

Mrs. Krebs seemed too embarrassed to say anything. Hannah was so caught up with the giggles that she could only smile and point downwards. Rob followed her finger until at last he saw it.

“Oh no.”