Heath sat next to an interesting classmate

Heath waddled over to the sea of tables and chairs that overlooked the front of class in search of a seat. Heath struggled to find an open spot for him. He wanted to sit down as soon as possible to not anger Graves any more than he already had, and so he could at least hide part of his nudity from the girls around him.

Thankfully for him, in the corner of the classroom was an empty seat. To the left of that seat was a girl with light brown hair tied up in a high ponytail and leaf green eyes. The girl noticed him staring, so she patted the seat next to her before winking at him.

Heath say down at the hard wood table, with the leather chair consuming his round behind. He never had felt that sensation before, his bare butt touching such a smooth material besides pants. He scooted up as close as he could to hide his body. It’s the best cover he’s had since stripping in the first place. All the girls gave Heath one last desirous stare before Ms. Graves cleared her throat, prompting them all to focus on class once more. Her class now as back in order as it could possibly be with a naked boy sitting in it, she began going over the syllabus.

For the first time since this all started, Heath felt himself calming down. While his cock doesn’t go flaccid, the twitching and embarrassing amount of pre-cum was gone. He might actually be able to try and pay attention to the class for once.

“Please highlight the beginning paragraph of your syllabus, class. That will be what I’ll be grading you on this semester.”

Heath soon realized that he lacked said highlighter, or anything at that. All he had was a piece of paper and a pair of shoes to his name.

Heath felt a tapping on his thigh, making him jump in his seat. Ms. Graves glared at him, but goes on with her lesson. He looked at the girl he’d been sitting with, and saw her slide a couple markers and a pencil towards him.

“Thank y-” But before he can finish, she put her finger over his mouth, silencing him. She leans in close and whispers quietly to him.

“Prof. Graves hates when you talk during her lectures.” She said.

“Got it. Sorry. And thank you for the marker.” Heath whispered back. She carefully scoots her chair closer, her skirt covered thigh pressing against his bare one. Heath blushed a little at the close contact.

“I’m Taylor, by the way.”

“Um, nice to meet you. I’m Heath.” He said. She giggles.

“I know.”

“How? I-I don’t remember Graves saying my first name…”

“Yeah, right before this semester, we got an email warning us of a naked man attending the school. We had to watch this campus wide instructional video about you too.” She said.

The reminder that literally everyone here knows that he was running around naked made him blush again.

“What did they say?”

“They told us that you were gonna be some kind of huge pervert who’d try and do all stuff to us.” She replied.

“W-What stuff?”

“Oh yeah. There was a whole slideshow on what to do if you ask us to touch you. They said any suspicious behavior is to be reported immediately to staff.”

Learning that not only everyone in the school already knew about him, but that they’ve been warned he’ll probably sexually harass them didn’t help his opinion on today. It’s no wonder all the girls feel no problem ogling him, they all think he’s enjoying it. His erection probably didn’t help things either.

“So what’s the deal, naked boy? How’d you convince the principal to let you attend an All Women’s College while running around with your cock out?”

“I… what?!” He asked, a little too loudly.

“Mr. McCoy.” Ms. Graves said, standing with her arms crossed in frustration. “I have been incredibly patient with you already today. This is your final warning. Am I clear?”

“Um… yes Prof. Graves.” Heath said.

She continued staring for a moment, which the other girls in class used as a chance to stare at him again, doing his erection no favors. Finally she goes back to saying something about grade percentages and attendance. He looked back over at Taylor, and saw her silently giggling. For some reason this only made him blush even more, with him turned away from her as he tried focusing on his syllabus.

“Aw, don’t get all shy on me now, naked boy. C'mon, spill.” Taylor said. “The syllabus quiz isn’t due for another week! Hell, I’ll even help you study for it…”

She got a devious grin on her face, and put her hand on his thigh.

“Unless there’s something else you want instead?” She said, a little more breathy than before.

It took a lot of self control, but he restrained himself from another outburst of shock and confusion to avoid whatever Ms. Graves plans to do to him if he upset her again. He slid his own hand to hers, and carefully removed it from his body. He couldn’t help but notice how soft her skin was.

“I… erm… would like to do some studying sometime. ” He replied. Taylor made a pouty face, before leaning closer to him.

“If you say so, nudie cutie. Now explain.” She said.

Over the next few minutes, Heath explained to Taylor the ridiculous circumstance by which he came to attend this school in nothing but his shoes and flustered smile. Repeating it out loud to someone for the first time, he realized how insane it all sounds, and almost feel it would be more believable that he were doing this by choice.