Meeting Max

The class was in session, with tens of guys diverting their attention away from Professor Schmidt’s lecture and towards you. Without the luxury of a desk, there was nothing to hide your bare skin.

Some were sneakier than others; There were guys taking quick glances at your tasteful curves and exposed flesh when the opportunity arose, and then there were men of the less subtle variety staring directly at you, either forgetting to or not caring to look away. You admit, the ones blatantly looking at your nude body are in fact more respectful than the ones pretending to look away, only to secretly eye you up like a porn magazine. You’re still being objectified by both parties, but at least some aren’t trying to hide it to say face.

But all those eyes focused on you had your body melting from embarrassment and excitement. Every small sensation to the wooden log beneath you, to the light breeze against your bare flesh felt amplified to the tenth degree. It’s like your nerves were overclocked, with dormant ones awaking just so you can feel more of your bare skin being touched. A warmth began to brew between your legs, a warmth you want to deny was coming from your exposure, but at that point what else could you blame it on?

Despite feeling almost everything, you managed to listen, and somewhat understand what Schmidt was lecturing on.

“Biodiversity is one of the key elements in the ecosystem of life that makes what is on the surface a chaotic environment of hundreds of species into an interlocking mechanism of cycles acting on each other. Like, let’s say an engine, if one piece were to go missing, the whole thing would collapse!”

The way Schmidt talked relaxed your mind, somewhat. You were still on edge, and mildly horny of course, but his lecture moved you and actually had you paying attention to science for once. You could tell he was a talented orator, and passionate about his field of study.

But amidst his lecture, you saw in the corner of your eye the shy boy next to you, staring at your bare hip. He was blushing profusely as his eyes were glued to your bare backside. You found this behavior cute, so you began to turn towards the young man, only for him to turn away sharply, like one would make a U-turn in an action flick.

At first, he tried to ignore you as if you didn’t exist, mindlessly scribbling in his notebook long enough for you to hopefully ignore him.

“W-were you staring at me?” You asked in earnest. Not mad about him leering at your curves, not shocked that a guy finds you attractive, just curious if he was actually staring at you and not something on the ground.

“I-I-I-I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again!” He pleaded on the verge of tears.

“No no no! You’re fine.” You whispered to him.

The young man slowly turned around, finally giving you a good look at his face. His short, platinum blonde hair and fair skin almost blend together. His light blue eyes are framed by a set of thick brimmed glasses, just barely covering a bright pink blush across his face. He looked mortified, and as his gaze flickered across your bare skin, he immediately looked away in shame.

“Geez, this guy’s more embarrassed about my nudity than me!” You thought to yourself.

“I-I-I can’t help myself… I’ve never seen a woman this, undressed before in real life.” He said pensively, as if expecting pushback. You can’t knock an honest guy though, especially one willing to admit something like that to you.

“Really?” You replied. Your core began heating up knowing you’re the first woman this guy had seen naked. You felt a little guilty, but then remembered what situation you’ve been dealt, and decide to play the hand you were given.

“D-Don’t rub it in! I’ve just been unlucky, a-and focused on school work!” He replied.

“Oh, I didn’t…” You tried to defend yourself, but give up before you could formulate an argument. “I don’t mind you staring.”

“Are you sure? Isn’t it rude to stare, especially at someone nude no less?”

“I mean, yeah, but what’s the point of getting upset by it? I can’t exactly stop you. And I for sure don’t blame you for it. I don’t have much else left to hide for you, and technically I’m not allowed to cover anyway so…” You explained your thoughts the best you could to the bumbling nerd.

It took a moment for him to process everything you just said, but eventually her turned back around with more pink across his face. His eyes bounce between your hips and face, with him lingering his gaze on your posterior.

“M-My name’s Maxwell, but you can call me Max if you want.”

“Nice to meet you Max, my name’s Heather.” You replied with your hand stretched out slightly toward him.

“T-That’s a nice name…” Max shook your hand gently.

After introducing yourself properly with Max, you turned your attention back to Professor Schmidt’s lecture. Your womanhood already felt slick at this point, especially after your short conversation with Max and him staring at your lower half. He had a specific charm to him, a nerdy innocence that made you feel confident in your bare skin. Already you felt like touching yourself again as the warmth spread across your pelvis. Something about your forced nudity is super charging your libido.

“For today’s assignment, and for the reason we’re outside this semester, is to better connect ourselves with nature! Explore the courtyard and list as many species that inhabit our campus! You may work in pairs for this assignment, but I expect everyone to be searching, not dilly dallying on their phones!” Schmidt explained.

The students around you immediately began joining up in pairs, presumably with their friends or ones that the other knows will do all the work as they do nothing. Unsurprisingly, a couple of guys came walking up to you, looking down as you remained seated.

“Wanna partner up with me, Nudie McCoy?”

“Nuh uh! She wants to work with me, Patrick!”

“Obviously she doesn’t want either of you, limp dicks! She wants a true man to carry her in this assignment!”

Embarrassing nick name and insinuation of your intelligence aside, you felt repulsed by the men gathered around you, begging for your partner ship like they were asking for your hand in marriage. Your gut told you choosing any one of them would be a mistake, everyone except for one…

“I’m actually gonna parter with Max if that’s okay.” You said in full confidence as you placed your hand on his lap.

“R-Really?!” Max exclaimed.

Then men looked disappointed, almost disgusted by your choice. The guy that insulted your intelligence piped up and said, “You really want to partner up with that cuck?”

His friends behind him started laughing hysterically, meanwhile Max hung his head down in shame.

“That’s not very nice to say, you jerk!” You stood up quickly, causing your tits to jiggle aggressively. “Besides, none of you are entitled to parter with me.” Standing completely bare and putting no effort to cover your nude body had your womanhood on fire! Your face was covered in red blush, but you continued to stand your ground. The bully on the other hand looked frustrated, but even he couldn’t help but stare at your chest and blush.

After a shame riddled stand off, the rude man finally let off. “Fine, I can’t help if you have lower standards! But next time, don’t come crawling back, bitch!” He exclaimed before him and his posse left you and Max alone.

Your heart was fluttering, beating out of your chest so hard it could break a rib. You had no clue where that wave of confidence came from, but it felt exhilarating. You look at yourself, and with firm nipples and a pussy practically dripping fluids down your leg, it’s safe to say you were turned on!

You turned to face Max, who was left speechless both by you standing up for him and because he was too busy staring at your ass to say anything.

“T-Thanks… No one’s ever stood up for me like that, especially against Brad.”

“No biggie. Now, let’s get started on that assignment, shall we?” You said with a crooked smile. The adrenaline rush was still working through your system, and you could hardly contain your humiliation fueled excitement.

“S-Sure!” Max replied eagerly, standing up only to meet you half way up your neck. You could tell he was short, but not shorter than you short.