Clothesless In The Cafeteria!

Allie was sitting on her phone between classes wearing a stripped navy blue and white blouse under a faux-leather jacket which was hanging off of her slumped shoulders, a pair of jean shorts, and cozy flats over ankle socks. She leaned back in her chair in the cafeteria, swiping through a dating app absentmindedly. Her salad was looking neglected, and she was surrounded by friends and acquaintances at a round table doing pretty much the same.

She chuckled to herself, pushing a strand of her black hair out of her eye. The profile she had landed on now showed a bearded someone with large arms and a big truck- and not much else on offer. "Compensating, are we? I wonder what's underneath all of that....except I really don't! Next!" She swiped away.

A friend next to her looked over, and she shot them an inquisitive and defensive look. "What? It's true." They shrugged and returned to their homework and fries. She sighed, but then smiled, returning to her time killing activity. Her slender legs dangled below her chair, kicking aimlessly.

Suddenly.....she felt a little strange.

Her nose scrunched up, and she felt a sneeze coming on. Odd. She didn't usually have allergies this time of year, but she- she....

*ACHOO*!

It came out as a cute, high pitched sound. She cringed. Rather girly despite herself.

She returned to her phone and placed a foot on the floor, momentarily wincing at the cold terrazzo tile beneath her sole.

"Hmm.....nope, next!" She swiped theatrically, then placed her phone down.

She put her hands on the table. "Ok, this is too boring! Come on guys! What's the latest? We could at least try to be sociab-"

She noticed one of the female friends present covering her mouth in shock and then giggling. A male's eyes were squarely below her neck, glancing up and down almost imperceptibly.

Another male grunted uncomfortably. Another gave her a thumbs up. "Um?! Lauren? Kyle? Anything?"

".....n......nak- yup. She totally is."
"Um, Allie you should probably look down-"

Allie started to look left and right. "Ok, you're all freaking me out, just-"

Lauren laughed. "Allie, you're um....you should probably get some-"
She erupted in a fit of giggles.

Then a less careful soul interrupted the whole delicate operation. From across the cafeteria: "HOLY SHIT! WHY'S SHE NAKED?!" "WHO CARES! WHOOOO!" "NAKED CHICK!" "IS THAT ALLIE? ALLIE DUPONT!?" "SHE'S NUUUUDE!"

Allie's brain froze for just a moment. Her hands flew back to her shoulders- skin, bare. Her sides. Soft, skin, bare. Her stomach, bare. Her- OH GOD! WHAT?!

She looked down and immediately squealed, throwing her arms over her intimate spots.

She suddenly recognized the alien feeling of the plastic seating beneath her bare buttocks, and yes! Those were indeed her own bare boobs and cleavage being pressed up by her equally bare arm! She was just-

Allie Dupont was sitting in the lunch room with her friends, all bare pale white skin, dark bob of hair-

She couldn't help but do a quiet inventory. She was sure everyone else did too!

Boobs, check. Butt, check. Her actual exposed motherfucking pussy, check.

Bare toned stomach with just the littlest tiny bit of cute pudge. Check.

Long smooth legs.

And it all ended with the closest thing she could even attempt to call covering. She sat there shaking, looking at the navy blue polish on her now-clenching bare toes on the floor.

Stark naked, barefoot, birthday suited Allie Dupont royally freaked!

"OH MY GOD! Nope! I'm not- fuck?! Am I?"

She threw herself on the floor like a madwoman, probably against her better judgement. Her smooth bare back and curves along with her perky cheeks were now revealed to everyone seated. "Fuck, fuck fuck! I need....oh god, please, clothes, anything!"

She said it quietly, almost to herself. "I'm.....oh god, I'm naked...."

Then she turned her head up to her staring friends with their various reactions and blushed deeply in shame. Her clothes were nowhere despite her searching hands. "H-help!"