Art

Just one more class left on your schedule. One more tortuous class to go through before you can rush to the dorms and finally get to Taylor Time, the only “class” on your sheet that you look forward to attending.

As the others flood out of the class, some of them walking by just to stare at your cock or flash you their underwear, you look down at your schedule once more.

“Art?” You say aloud. You wonder why an art class could be part of your general education program. It isn’t necessarily something you need to know, but you suppose it could be a less stressful class than your others.

You then realize just how far away the class is. From your memory, you vaguely remember seeing an art class in building 1, putting you currently on the complete opposite side of campus.

“Please don’t tell me I have to…” You whisper underneath your breath, mortified by the idea of going back outside naked again. But before you could finish your sentence, Lilith begins speaking.

“It seems we have the same art class, Heath McCoy. It’s quite a ways off from here, so we’ll need to hurry. Please allow me to accompany you so that you do not run late.” Lilith says as she stares down at you.

“What is with this girl?” You think to yourself. You marvel at how calm she is regarding your nudity, appearing almost apathetic to your situation.

“I’ve noticed you do not have a bag to carry your things. It would be a shame to lose them on our way to class, so I would be glad to carry them for you in mine.” Lilith says as she snatches your schedule and other supplies from your desk.

“Ahh, sure thanks…” You reply as you stand up from your seat. As you stand, your erect penis flicks up from under the table, causing you to let out a groan. You momentarily stand still as to calm yourself as you watch your dick bob up and down.

Your cock has never been this sensitive before in your entire life. You don’t know why, but somehow today has made every flick, touch, slap, and poke of your dick feel incredibly arousing. You wonder if this feeling will last for your entire year, and in spite of your claims to hate this situation, your cock seems to twitch at that idea.

“Heath McCoy! Enough staring at your genitals! At this rate you’ll be late to your class.” Lilith says with furrowed brows. She swiftly walks up to you, which is intimidating all on its own, but then does something far more distracting.