Clothing optional

The redhead seemed shocked. "Are you serious?" she asked, and the taller girl echoed her concern.

"I'm OK with it if you are," I countered, and the remaining girl nodded in agreement.

As we waited for a response, our professor thoroughly washed her hands before turning to address us. "I am serious, but I don't want to offend anyone. We'll hold a vote in class."

Each of us, including the professor, replaced our cooler, rinsed tops sans bras, and headed over to the room. It seemed impossible, but this room was even hotter than the rest of the building. Nearly everyone was here, but the desks were empty. Instead, my classmates stood near opened windows trying to cool off.

"Attention class," the professor announced. "It has been said that **** times call for **** measures, and today's excruciating heat certainly qualifies. To reduce the risk of heat stroke, I recommend a clothing optional policy for this class. All in favor, please raise your hands." A few hands shot up immediately, and soon most others joined. As they did, the two guys in the class stood wide-eyed and bewildered, as if they couldn't believe their luck. They raised their hands as well.

"Any opposed?" Not a single hand went up. "All right, it is unanimous. It's a clothing optional day." All of us that had been in the restroom immediately took off our tops proudly revealing our breasts to the rest of the class, and soon the other girls in the class began taking off their tops and bras. Most of the girls continued on to remove their pants or skirts, though I kept mine on for now. Meanwhile, the two guys stripped off their shirts, and then dropped their pants as well. Surveying the class, I noted the two guys in their boxers, several girls in thongs and some in panties. A few girls had even taken off everything, which was all the encouragement I needed, and I promptly removed my skirt. As our disrobing completed, the teacher signaled for the class to begin. While we walked to our seats, everyone seemed to be checking each other out. A few girls seemed amazed that I was completely naked, and one became emboldened enough to take off her panties after she sat down.

The seat felt pleasantly cool against my bare, sweat-laden skin, but the air was still oppressively hot. Looking around, I became distracted gazing upon my fellow female classmates. Each body was unique, but beautiful in its own way. Whether they were tall or short, skinny or plump, pale or tanned, shaven or unshaven, each of them conveyed their own style of sexiness. Even my professor looked magnificent as she stood delivering the lecture wearing nothing but seductive, see-through lace panties and high heels. Between the heat and imagery, it was a dizzying experience. When I vaguely realized I'd been rubbing myself, I quickly stopped and tried to focus on the lesson.

Midway through the class, the lecture ended, and the professor assigned an in-class writing exercise. "To explore the narrative writing style, your assignment is to write a brief narrative paragraph that incorporates something exciting or unusual that you have experienced over the past few days. You have twenty minutes."