Go to class naked

Besides the clack of her shoes on the tile, the bathroom was silent. As her thigh high covered legs carried her towards the door, ambient sounds of teachers and pupils broke through, filtered by the classroom walls. Was she really about to return to class nude? She imagined the looks of surprise her classmates would have. Her brain checked out as her legs worked. She couldn't think about what she was about to do. Her classmates would lose their shit when the classes best math wiz walked into the room in her birthday suit. Should she just collect the clothes from Claire and get dressed? Something about the idea of just returning to her seat, and finishing the class au naturale seemed super appealing. Just pretend like it was the most normal thing in the world. She was snapped out of her thoughts by a gasp. A boy holding a hall-pass stood feet away from her. She had left the bathroom without even realizing it. "Hi." she said to the shocked boy. "You're naked," he remarked. "Yes I am, is it ok?" I asked the shocked boy. His outward surprise was a reflection of how my stomach felt. "I don't mind." He had made his way closer, burning my body onto his retinas, and never making eye contact. "Can...... can I get a photo?" he asked. I bit my lip and briefly debated whether I wanted this boy to have permanent access to images of my naked body. I confess the idea turned me on. "Ok, but hurry, I need to get to class." I did my best nervous smile as the boy fished out his phone from a well tented pair of pants. "Yo.. you're going to class.... naked?" I nodded and posed for a quick pic or two for the horny bastard. "Yes, I am going back to class.... naked." The words sounded just as surreal to me as it must have to the boy. "Thanks for the pics," the boy said as I leisurley stepped around him and up to the windowed door of my class. "you are welcome." My breasts were clearly visible through the window. Clair stared at me with wide eyes. I doubt she had looked away from the door since she took a seat. A few other people looked up long enough to notice me, and wide eyes and whispers spread rapidly. My nipples could have cut that glass. Behind me, a boy captured a few images of the rear view, while my hand grasped the cold brass nob and turned.