Group Projects

Word about the masked streaker still circulated around the school. Nate would catch his psychology classmates staring at him from time to time, most likely undressing him with their eyes, but otherwise no one in the school seemed to know it was him. The next few days of class were fairly normal and boring. But then Mrs. Carter decided to announce to the class the next phase of their "special unit."

"Attention everyone!" she said. "We are going to be doing some group projects over the next few weeks."

This elicited a collective groan from the class.

"Oh, I think you'll like this one," she said. "Nate, would you please stand up and come to front of the class?"

The class went silent, but everyone was clearly excited. He reached the front and turned to face the class. It was like a few days ago, but he was fully clothed, which only reminded him of how exposed he was then.

"The class is going to be divided into five groups," she continued. "I will allow you to form your own groups. I assume you'll gather with your friends. That's fine. You will make a presentation. Your group will conduct experiments about sexual exhibitionism. Nate here is going to be our collective lab rat. Each group will get him for one week. And at the end of six weeks we will share our presentations before the class. You will be graded on the boldness and thoroughness of your research. Nate will get full credit for volunteering. But only if he is helpful. If he attempts to interfere with their experiments, his grade will be docked points."

The more mischievous students start grinning as they realize that Nate will be at their mercy for the next few weeks.

"One you have formed your groups, come see me. Nate, you may sit down and wait."

Nate was disappointed to be returning to his seat fully clothed, and it looked like a few of his classmates were thinking the same thing. But they were all very curious about this new project, and once the groups were settled, they sent one member up to Mrs. Carter to make the list. There seemed to be some argument, because the second group wanted to be fourth instead. Once that was settled, she announced which group would get Nate which week. He had seen some of them around knew but didn't know any of them personally.

The first group was all boys. A bunch of nerds, dorks, and geeks. It was all boys. In fact, Nate none of them had ever even kissed a girl. Also real bunch of brainiacs. The kind of guys who got good grades because it came easy to them, but not because they cared.

The second group was all girls. Most of them were cheerleaders. Real preppy, a little bratty, and all of them very hot.

The third group was just a bunch of bullies and jerks. Guys who slept in class. Guys who smoked pot. They were big, strong, hairy, and mean. They could have been jocks if they didn't hate school so much.

The fourth groups was full of artists and creative types. It was a mixture of boys and girls.

Lastly, the fifth group was all girls except for one guy. It was the teachers pet's. The overachievers. The kind that got good grades, not because it came easy, but as a means of survival. Probably had tough and demanding parents.

Nate's cock started getting hard in his pants as he imagined what the next few weeks were going to be like.