A presentation

"Where are you going?" the professor asked. His voice sounded familiar. Tara recognized it from the academy's PA he must have been the one to page her earlier. "You're presenting to the class," he reminded her in a stern voice. He continued "...on human anatomy." Tara started to sweat with fear. Of course on the first day of academy classes all students would be tested in front of the class. How could she have forgotten?

"At least she is dressed for it," snickered a student. The fine-figured young woman looked out at the packed hall. She stepped onto the stage and was bathed in the harsh lighting. The hundred-or-more students staring at her didn't seem real, more like glaring, uncaring silhouettes. The whole situation seemed unnatural but she knew that was just nerves. Behind the students, Tara could make out the professor's face. It had one unblinking eye. He must have an eye patch covering the other.

The display changed behind Tara. It gave an enlarged view of the embarrassed nudist as she huddled in fear and desperately tried to cover herself with her arms. "Assume proper posture. Stand up straight," the professor commanded. Quivering Tara managed to do so. "Hands behind your back." She knew she had to obey; the blushing eighteen year old reluctantly put her arms behind her back. Tara kept her head bowed, unable to look at the leering students. Placing her hands behind her back caused her already impressive bust to jut out farther. Of course, the audience hooted at her.

"Well, um," Tara stalled. "As you know the human body has many systems. There is the digestive system and the nervous system. It breaks down food, the digestive system I mean. The nervous system is--"

"Enough of that," her professor interrupted, "what are those body parts you were hiding for? Start with those soft mounds on your chest."

Tara was a little startled; why wouldn't her professor know about breasts. But than another thought infiltrated her mind and told her everything was normal. "Th-they are for breast feeding and sexual pleasure," Tara explained to her own humiliation.

"Iiiiinteresting," her professor hissed, "how does sexual pleasure work for you? Show me."

"Well, uh, if a lover massages them like this," the blushing beauty explained as she squeezed her melons, "it arouses me. Or he can pinch the nipples," the busty student added demonstrating it as well.

"He? can only males preform this?"

"No, females can too," Tara answered the lewd question. "They can also lick or kiss them," she volunteered. Was a part of her enjoying this explanation?

"Perhaps a partner could help you demonstrate." Tara heard the click clack of heels behind her. She turned to see the teacher's assistant had somehow appeared behind her. Tara wasn't sure how she knew the olive-skinned brunette was the teacher's assistant, maybe it was by her uniform. The bombshell of an assistant wore a skimpy string bikini and high-heeled sandals. "Ask my assistant to preform these acts on you as you would a partner," ordered the professor.

Obediently, Tara turned to the sexy woman next to her. "Please," the nude student's checks were burning, but a part of definitely wanted the brunette beauty (clad only in a few tiny triangles) to make love to her. "would you kiss my breasts."

With a cheerful smile, the assistant responded "sure." She bent forward, her breasts swaying in their tiny cups, she planted a tender kiss on the quivering teen's tit. Tara's moan surprised her; she was getting aroused despite the audience, or maybe because of it. "Would you like me to keep going?" asked the brunette, oozing sexuality. To her own embarrassment, Tara eagerly nodded.

The assistant planted two more gentle kisses and slowly moved her mouth around Tara's nipple. The pace was maddening for Tara. In part, she desperately wanted the feel of the soft lips sucking on her nipple. But another part of her was mortified by the thought of such a public display. fear and arousal slowly burned in her.

When the brunette finally took the blonde's nipple into her mouth, Tara was so enamored by her pleasure she hardly noticed the tingling sensation as fingers danced down her flat belly. She was aware of them teasingly brushing past her pussy to stroke her young legs.

Tara whimpered in frustration. The desire to stay dignified in front of strangers was quickly being overwhelmed by her lust. The assistant's hand reached her dampening pussy. Tara's breath caught in her throat as she imagined the skilled fingers tenderly exploring her warm sex. Tara closed her eyes ready to be enraptured.

But the soft hand only teased with it's presence. For what seemed like an eternity, warm lips suckled her hard nipples and the hand cupped her hungry pussy. Lust boiled in Tara's brain. The student whined out horny moans. She didn't know weather to beg for the fingers to penetrate her fuck hole or just start humping the hand.

Indecision was her downfall however. The supple hand caresses and pulsing lips stopped before she acted. Tara's eyes lazily opened but the assistant was gone. The trembling girl whimpered with frustration.

"Remarkable," said the professor's menacing voice, reminding Tara her desperation was on full display. She was naked and horny on a stage for all her peers to see. "The exam is almost over, but I have one more question."