Confidantes

Class had ended and everyone hurried to get dressed. Quickly, I put on my skirt and blouse, leaving it unbuttoned since I could fasten it on the way. The two girls near me, one a tall, busty blond, the other a shorter, small-chested brunette, did the same thing. Furthermore, the blond was pantyless under her skirt just like me. This trend seemed to be catching on. As we walked toward the door, the professor began talking to one of the other students while she continued to put on her clothes.

Exiting from the room, the temperature decreased ever so slightly. I fumbled at one of the buttons on my blouse, but then decided I could wait until closer to the exit to close it. Most of the class had headed toward the main stairway, but the two girls ahead of me had the same idea as me, and we proceeded to the main elevator. We were in luck as the door opened just as we arrived. Out stepped a confused-looking foreign girl, who seemed baffled not only by the **** heat on this floor, but also by our unbuttoned tops. After we entered the elevator and waited, she began to unfasten the top few buttons of her shirt before the door closed, blocking our view.

The slightly cooler air in the elevator was a welcome relief. As the elevator began to descend, the two girls began a whispered conversation, but in the tight quarters, it was easy to overhear everything. The brunette turned toward her blond friend and asked, "Was that last story about gaining confidence due to being seen naked what it felt like for you on Saturday?"

Her blond friend replied, "Yeah, I could totally identify with that. I was really nervous at first, but afterward I felt really confident and upbeat"

"I would never have the courage to do that," the brunette muttered.

The two girls stopped, recognizing that I'd been listening into their private conversation. I had an awkward feeling that I should say something, so I did. "That was my story."

The brunette was amazed. "Really? That was really good, and so brave of you. I think I would die if that happened to me."

The blond added, "It was a good story, and I'm happy for you too. A lot of girls never allow themselves the opportunity to discover that level of fearless confidence."

By that point we'd reached the main floor and begin to head out. The blond looked back at me, "Would you like to join us for lunch?"