As you enter the classroom the buzzer finally sounds. You’ve made it just in time it would seem. Not that it helps much, as you appear to be the last arrival, meaning all of the girls get a chance to ogle you as you walk in. With one hand still full of school supplies your one free hand does very little to shield your still engorged and sensitive penis, from view.
“Ah-ha! Our new student, right on time.” Says a woman who appears to be the Professor. Unlike Ms. Ophelia and Prof. Graves, this lady is dressed wildly different from everyone else you’ve seen. She wears green cargo pants, a baggy t-shirt depicting different shapes and mathematical equations, and a long white lab coat.
Her general appearance is different from the other staff as well. Instead of neat, tied-back hair, hers is very messy, with light brown locks frizzing out in all directions. Beyond that, her loose-fitting clothes make it difficult to identify her body type. You can’t even see her eyes beyond her thick, heavily cracked spectacles. How she sees at all is beyond you.
She approaches you and grasps the hand you’re trying to hide your dick with, giving you a surprisingly vigorous handshake. Your hand had a smearing of precum on it, but she seemed completely unphased. All the shaking makes your cock bounce, something the increase in giggling tells you the girls all find amusing.
“Wonderful to meet you, young man. We’ve all been anxiously awaiting your arrival,” she says, still not letting go of your hand. “I am the head of the science department here at Magnolia, as well as the chief lab director. You may call me Professor Gladys.”
Every word she speaks is said rapidly and enthusiastically, with little space for her to breathe. She seems genuinely excited to see you, and not because of your nudity. Compared to Prof. Graves’s constant disdain towards you, and the student body’s uncontrolled lust, it’s quite nice.
She turns to address the class, her hand still firmly holding yours, preventing you from covering yourself.
“I suppose an introduction is in order. After all, the girls all seem just as excited as I am to have a new student in class,” she says. Evidently she has misinterpreted the class's enjoyment of your nudity as something else. “Please, tell us your name and something about yourself.”
You’ve never been good at these sorts of introductions, even when fully clothed. Now it feels almost impossible.
“Um… my name is Heath McCoy, and I… uh…” You truly don’t know what to say.
