It can’t really get any worse now, can it?

You stand there, still frozen in time as you try your hardest to process what just happened. The second class of the day has barely even begun, and you’ve embarrassed yourself beyond repair in front of your peers.

You thought that just being naked would be the worst part of these hellish years, worried about constantly trying to hide your body. But now you have to deal with everyone thinking you’re a pervert who gets off to this kind of attention.

“Mr. McCoy, I’d appreciate it if you sat down somewhere! While I appreciate how open you’ve been with this demonstration of your personal fetishes, we’ll have to continue studying your depravity some other time!” Professor Gladys says casually, barely mincing her words. She’s technically being nicer than Ms. Graves, but the way she talks about you like you’re this depraved creature for study is far more embarrassing.

“Y-Yes Ma’am!!!” You say, the first words that come out of your mouth since you came, and the remnants of your orgasm still linger on the floor. It feels almost surreal to you that you’d cum in a public place like this twice now. An act so private has been turned into a spectacle, and the girls look enthralled to watch your every move.

Speaking of which, the other students are staring at you, some with lust in their eyes, and others in disgust. They either think you’re the hottest thing they’ve ever seen or a creepy degenerate.

You feel your cock twitch slightly as it begins to get harder. It’s still limp, but you can feel it getting more erect by the second. Panicked, you place both hands on the shaft of your penis, holding it down as you scan the room for a seat to sit at.

You see an open seat in the back of the classroom, right next to the door you came through. You hurriedly turn around and walk over to the empty seat.

“He even got a fine ass too!” A girl shouts from across the room.

“Mrs. Kennedy, I won’t tolerate such language in my classroom! If you are going to complement Mr. McCoy’s rear, try to be a bit more creative next time,” Professor Gladys says, crossing her arms in disappointment.

“Seems like she has her priorities straight…” You think to yourself in a sarcastic tone.

Now only a couple inches away from the desk, about to sit down, you take the time to see who you’ll be sitting next to. This girl seems about 6’0, being a bit taller than you. Her long, blonde hair reaches all the way down to her chest, which looks to be a rather large pair of D cups. You can’t see super well while she’s sitting, but her hips look wide too. It’s surprising how mature she looks. If you watched her walk into the class, you’d probably assume she was a professor-in-training or something, in her mid-20s or so. As you get closer though, she seems to get anxious, looking away with a face covered in red as you finally sit down. You’d hate to admit it right now with everything that’s happened, but you find this kind of disparity between her looks and her demeanor to be kind of cute.

As you sit, you realize she’s actually shaking and seems to be avoiding looking in your direction at all. For a moment you wonder if you should try and talk to her, in hopes she’ll be as nice as Taylor was. But before you can, she scoots her chair further away from you.

“Geez, she’s more embarrassed than me?!?” You think to yourself. For being fully clothed, she’s acting like she’s the one naked in this situation.

Nevertheless, you take your seat, still holding your cock down. At this point, you’re dripping precum again, and it’s getting to a point where holding it down has become a struggle.