Classroom gossip about your naked morning

You walk back into the classroom after speaking with your teacher, and rush to the back of the room. You're eager to get seated without flaunting the growing wet spot on the front of your sheet, clearly outlining your large erection (and teasing it further along the way).

Every part of this feels weird though as even just the act of walking into the room barefoot was uncomfortable and yet thrilling to you. You could begin to guess why Emmy would so often go to class without shoes, and somewhat relate to the satisfaction you assume she gets from it. Thinking about her for a moment, you look up and see her waving you over to the back of the room.

"What was that about?" Emmy asks, as you shyly sneak over and take the seat she saved for you.

You normally never walked to class with Emmy, and you certainly never sat in the back of the class with her before. She had always seemed a bit intimidating despite her petite stature. An intense and often brooding person, it was exciting to pierce through some of barriers and to be seen "hanging out with her". All the same though, you wanted as few eyes as possible on you Today... and so the back row was the best place to obscure the view for many of the people already staring.

You whisper back to Emmy in an attempt to be discreet about your situation "It was weird... She was trying to convince me to not wear this blanket during class."

"Well... why are you still wearing it then" Emmy says, looking quite frustrated with you... Sighing exasperatedly at your lack of a response.

"I'm so jealous that you have permission to be naked for the entire day... BUT YOU'RE TOTALLY THROWING IT AWAY!" she says, punching you on the shoulder as forcefully as her thin arms allow. She crosses her arms and scoffs before continuing "I would be dancing down the halls if they gave me a pass on being dressed..." Drawing noticeably piqued interest at your conversation from students seated nearby.

The vision of Emmy's nude body you first witnessed during lunch, leaps back into your mind... Your penis throbs eagerly as you picture her singing and dancing in the hallways in some sort of cinematic music video, without a scrap of fabric over any part of her slender body.

"Oh wow" you hear next to you, and turn to look to see your classmate Brooke starring down at your lap with wide eyes. You look down and see that the wet fabric of your robe has draped itself onto your visibly throbbing dick, and is opaque enough that the sunlight from the other side of the class is starting to illuminate the silhouette of what is underneath.

You panic and quickly try to adjust the robe to a dryer and looser portion that does not flaunt the shape of your enthusiastic erection.

"Why are you even wearing this thing John?" asks Brooke as she reaches over, interfering with you adjusting your toga, as if she didn't approve of you making changes to her view.

"I know right?" interrupts Emmy as she practically leans over your lap to speak to Brooke. "The teacher told him he should go naked, but he's being weird about it..."

"Yeah, she spoke to the class just before you two got here... saying John wasn't going to have any clothes on, and to be cool about it...".. She looks over to you laughing... "Let me be cool John!"

"Oh, I just assumed he was going to take the blanket off when class started, I was getting really excited for some kind of dramatic reveal..." says Hailie, another girl turning around to join the conversation. "Is that not what's happening?"

You didn't really know these girls too well. They and Emmy were kind of the bad bitches, and a bit intimidating. You knew their names, but never considered that they knew yours.

"You still have time to strip your clothes off now, John!" Brooke suggests.

Emmy scoots you over on your chair, resting her knee on the seat with you. Her hips are pressing into your side as she leans further over your desk in conversation.

"He's been completely naked basically since the first period bell, until just a few minutes ago. All morning, prancing around the art room, and even posing naked outside in front of our whole class, without ever having a single thing on. I don't know why he suddenly is worried about people seeing him naked."

You hear a real thirsty gulp from Hailie as Brooke responds awestruck.

"Oh my god, are you for real?" Turning to you and asking "Were you really naked in class for the entire morning?"

You blush and are about to confess to this morning's extended nudity, but Emmy leans over to her bag and pulls out a sketchbook. She places it on the table in front of you, opening up to a page with a handful of flowing sketches of the muscles across your nude back in several poses, including one that depicts your entire bare ass. You are amazed at how graceful and detailed her illustrations are, almost forgetting that it's your nude body that's depicted in them.

The other girls press in against your side to get a better look, and Emmy sits down on top of her folded leg pressing in next to you.

"I wanted to show these to John anyway..." Emmy says brushing her shoulder against yours. "What do you think?"

She tucks her hair behind her ear with a finger, turning to gauge your reaction.

You stumble and stutter, incredibly embarrassed but also a bit flattered that she wants to share these images with you personally. You're heart is so warmed by all the support and admiration that you are receiving though - especially from Emmy - that you do your best to show an interest in her artwork and her passions, even if both of those things seemingly translate to depictions of you nude that she is showing to your classmates. You struggle to shape your emotions into useful words, before Brooke interrupts.

"I don't believe it.... This is really John?!?" asks Brooke.

"Your butt is soo CUTE!" Hailie attests, as she then kisses her finger and presses it down on one butt cheek in the image, and then kiss and rubbing her finger again on the other.

Emmy giggles casually, but still continues to study your face rather than watching the other girls.

"How about this one?" She says as she looks away and turns to the next page of her notebook, depicting more full figure sketches in dramatic light mostly showing the muscles of your legs and back, but notably in many of the drawings your silhouette is interrupted by a very rigid skyward erection.

You cough nervously. Surprised that Emmy is suddenly sharing images of your erect penis to your other classmates without warning.

There is stunned silence from the other girls as their eyes light up.

Very slowly, Brooke speaks.

"John, you are fucking incredible! I can't believe you posed with a hard-on!"

"Yeah, it was glorious!" says Emmy. "He was real hard basically the entire time."

Hailie glances up to you briefly... "I'm so happy you did this John! You both are incredible artists."

You are blushing brightly, but Hailie isn't wrong about Emmy's work. The images are almost hypnotically beautiful, and are extremely flattering with their depictions of your anatomy.

"I uh... uh..." You say stuttering, as you try to say something nice, while still being embarrassed that this is your erect nude penis being displayed to your classmates.

"You'll like this one..." Emmy says as she looks away and turns to the next page of her notebook, leaving her hand covering half of the page.

You cringe... nervous about what else of your anatomy is about to be displayed... but to your surprise it's a modest sketch of your face in isolation. It looks like you are laughing. You don't even remember a lighthearted moment like that, but it put you at ease and reshapes how you feel about this morning's activities.

You smile briefly and nod your head. "Actually, that's really sweet... Yeah thank you I like it a lot!"

Emmy smiles, and slides over slightly, her thigh now partially resting on top of yours. "I thought so too" she says...

"Awww" You hear from Brooke, but Hailie grabs at Emmy's hand.

"What's under here?" asks Hailie, peeling back Emmy's hand without much resistance.

Slowly it's revealed to be a close-up study of your erection in intimate detail. Emmy clearly invested a lot of energy in this illustration, as it even depicts glimmer from light sources illuminating the precum running down much of the shaft.

Emmy blushes slightly, but introduces the pair of drawings together if a bit embarrassed as she does...

"They both just looked really happy, and I wanted to remember witnessing that."

You are mortified by Emmy showing off this drawing. Arguably it is a beautiful drawing... but you didn't intend for her to share pictures of your dripping wet erection to all her friends at school...

"Uh... Emmy, do you have to show these off in class? These are a bit... intimate..." you ask while grabbing the cover of her sketchbook to close it.

"What?" Emmy asks, stupefied by your question as she pulls your hand off and reopens the page... "Sure we missed having the normal art review Today, but surely we'll do it sometime next week, and you know Ms Orwin is going to want to put some of these up outside the art room. who cares if a couple people see them early?"

You shudder as you consider the truth of what Emmy has to say, but Brooke distracts you from your thoughts as she leans in closer, pressing the side of her breast firmly against your shoulder. Your heart races from the sensation...

"It's gorgeous!" Brooke says with a wide smile, pressing her chest deeper into you. "I can't wait to go see all the other images they put up of you John!"

"Emmy your drawings are incredible though. I feel like I can practically reach out and feel it in my hands" adds Hailie, making a gesture as if slowly wrapping her hands around a girthy shaft.

Emmy blushes and squirms, sliding over further and now deliberately supporting her slim butt on your lap. There's very little fabric between her and your boner, which is only getting harder with all this flattery and teasing from the girls. You start to quietly pant a little bit, which seems to inspire Emmy to scoot over a bit further still, until she comes in contact with your penis, causing it to flex against her from the stimulation. Emmy turns to look into your eyes, as she nibbles her finger nervously.

"Oh my god, show us what's next already!" Brooke says as she grabs the notebook and flips to the next page.

Brooke flips to the next page revealing a page with nothing but drawings of your erect hard penis from many different angles, beautifully textured in hard lighting, with various stages of precum dripping down its length, and sometimes speckles of it drawn flecked into the air. You try to get mad, but these drawings are almost hauntingly beautiful... and instead of finding rage, you can't help but feel touched, and maybe a sense of validation and appreciation. You stare at the images, almost hypnotized by them, and distracted by an awkward growing sense of lust.

Hailie's jaw drops to the floor upon looking at all the different moods and personalities depicted in the different penis illustrations. Brooke though grabs your shoulders, as she leans her breasts against the whole of your back.

"I can't believe it... I just really can't believe you guys did this in school... Tell me you're going to pose naked again John!"

"Yeah, he's going to pose nude every Friday for the rest of the year..." Emmy tells them, herself excited about it. "You guys should come if you can get out of second period!"

"What, even if we don't draw?" asks Hailie as she continues flipping through more pages all depicting almost nothing but your penis on every page.

"Yeah we were mostly just hanging out already by that time. Just spending an afternoon with naked John..." says Emmy.

"Hey wait a minute..." You exclaim in protest.

"Oh I am so there!" responds Brooke excitedly, not hearing your complaint.

The girls continue to giggle and compliment Emmy's drawings, which she seems to enjoy. She takes advantage of the distractions and noise and quietly slides her right leg over your left, now straddling it under your desk. She adjusts herself slightly, testing how much squirming around in your lap she can get away with.

You shudder from the sensation, knowing you really ought to cut this off, but being unable to build the will to do so. The girls around you continue giggling louder as they flip through the pages, gushing about your anatomy and about Emmy's eye, but you both ignore them as Emmy begins more deliberately pressing herself against your now throbbing erection.

The girls keep flipping through page after pages of nothing but meticulously detailed illustrations of your hard wet penis. They really are beautiful and characterful drawings, but you're starting to have trouble seeing straight. You're starting to go delirious from all the attention, from the bodies grinding against you, and from the girls giggling all around you. Your heart is pounding and you hardly even remember what class this is anymore.

You try and resist, but Emmy's grinding causes you to accidentally moan out loud. It's difficult to hear much above the cacophony around you, so nobody seems to notice... even when you moan again, and louder and longer a 3rd time as she really smushes her butt hard against your dick. That 3rd one made the girls go quiet though, but only just then do you realize that your teacher has been calling your name as she looks around the room doing attendance.

"John? John? Are you still here? I saw you a minute ago..."

You stand up suddenly, almost knocking Emmy out of the way in an attempt to escape the conversation... But she was standing on the bottom edge of your toga, and it untucks itself as you stand quickly.

"I'm here" you yell with your voice nervously cracking partway through as you feel the fabric wrapped around you beginning to slide. You quickly grasp your chest and catch the front of your toga, but the portion on your back starts to quickly droop down like a backless dress.

"Oh I didn't see you back there!" Your teacher remarks. "You weren't in your usual seat!"

You nervously fumble and try and get a grip on the back of the fabric to re-tuck your toga in a fumble. You want to sit as quickly as possible, but this mess of material is getting caught on everything.

"Yup, I'm still here... just trying something new" you say, with your voice cracking nervously. You are desperately trying to grab the falling section of blanket along your back, but without as clear of understanding of how Kenita tucked it all together, it droops further, now exposing your bare ass to the girls sitting around you in the back row.

"Well I'm sure surprised to see you hiding in the back row for the first time, especially after how brave I hear you were this morning." Your teacher says as she moves to get a better view of you as she hears the sound of you struggling nervously. "Are you sure you're alright back there?"

"Yup yup, totally fine!" You say sweating nervously as you try to fake a smile despite the urgency of your coverings coming completely undone.

You don't want the conversation to go on much longer, but you are desperately trying to get control of the blanket situation as it continues sliding off of you, tickling your legs as it billows further and further down your backside. Your arm flails behind you trying to catch whatever is the end piece that has come loose, but the fabric stubbornly continues to fall until with a loud woosh it hits the floor exposing your entire nude back to the girls along the back row.

Unaware of this development in your rapidly increasing state of undress, your teacher continues...

"Oh I see you are still wearing that silly blanket... I just want to remind you and the class that what you did this morning - posing nude for the art department - is a brave and wonderful thing that I think the whole faculty respects and appreciates. At least in my classroom, I want to make sure you know John, you are always welcome to remain nude if its more comfortable or convenient for you after posing in the morning... It's commendable that you shared yourself so fully with your classmates in art class, and I would hope you would feel like you can share yourself in this class as well."

Just as she finishes encouraging you to undress, the corner of fabric that had been hanging over your shoulder, abruptly flops down in front of you. It falls over your hand that's clutching the blanket against your chest, looking like a wet towel drying on a rack. The material that had been covering your hips and sides, now flows down slowly across your body. As it pours off of you, it exposes most of your skin to the room, leaving you standing nude with only a held blanket narrowly draped in front of your abdomen. The toga has completely disassembled itself, now dangling in front of you just barely wide enough to obscure your groin. You stand petrified as you suddenly feel cool air over every inch of your skin, and the weight of all the eyes of the class examining your almost completely exposed nude body.

Your teacher gasps and then smiles brightly from the sight of your coverings seemingly all leaping off your body and into your hand, as if you were preparing them to be neatly placed aside until later.

She clasps her hands together across her chest with barely contained enthusiasm, asking "Oh are you undressing for us right now?"