None at all

As you slowly get closer and closer to your destination, the weight of what you’re about to do sinks further in. The only sound you hear in the hall is your own footsteps and the low muffled sound of voices as you pass a few classrooms. You keep worrying that someone is going to walk out and scream, revealing that Ms. Ophelia lied to you, and have you arrested. And yet somehow, the thought of making it to your class uninterrupted and going through with all this insanity for four years is just as terrifying.

You turn once more, now in the hallway of your first period. You can see the classroom door, three doors down on the left. The closer you get the more appealing hitchhiking begins to seem. Maybe you’d get lucky and the first car you see would have a spare set of clothes and let you call your parents?

It doesn’t matter now though, because regardless of your current feelings you can’t seem to stop walking closer to the classroom. Just one more step, and you’ll be just in front of the door. At this angle you can just barely see through the window, and spot one of the girls inside.

She looks up from her paper momentarily, and catches sight of you. You freeze. Her face brightens up like a child on Christmas morning. She turns and says something that you aren’t able to make out, looking incredibly giddy. You remember that Ms. Ophelia mentioned that everyone had already been notified of you, and you realize that this girl knows.

All at once your brain seems to reboot as your rational thought breaks through the haze of arousal you’ve been stumbling through. Leaving is absolutely the better idea. A few people at most seeing you naked vs being stuck around hundreds of girls for four years? What were you thinking?!

You drop your schedule and prepare to sprint out of this school, just as the door to the classroom opens.

“You’re late, Mr. McCoy.”

Before you stands a woman dressed much like Ms. Ophelia, with a similarly commanding presence. Unlike Ms. Ophelia however, this woman has her shirt fully buttoned, keeping her modest chest restrained. Her face has a scowl on it as she makes no attempt at hiding the fact that she’s looking your body up and down. When her eyes meet your leaky erection, her eyebrows furrow even more, and you hear her quietly whisper “disgusting” to herself.

“Inside, young man. I’ve already wasted enough class time accommodating your tardiness.” She states.

You’re immediately dragged back into the madness as your logic once again seems to slip away. You have just enough sense to grab your schedule off the floor, which Ms. Graves snatches out of your hands. She looks it over, before folding it up and looking back at you.

“You can look over your schedule when class is over. Until then I expect your full focus.” She says, before gesturing for you to walk inside while holding the closest thing you had to cover.

You look back to the door of the class, and notice the girl you spotted through the window before staring at you, a dreamy look on her face. Her eyes are glued to your wet-tipped throbbing cock, now no longer blocked from view by the door.

You quickly cover yourself with your hands, causing her to giggle and Ms. Graves to roll her eyes. Ms. Graves taps her foot angrily. You try to think of any kind of excuse to not go in, but before you can form any words, Ms. Graves becomes sick of waiting on you. She grabs you by your ear, and begins pulling you inside.

“Inside. Now!”

The door slams shut behind you, and as Ms. Graves lets go of your ear and you stumble forward. As you shoot your hands out to keep your balance, your cock boings up and down like a spring, flinging small drops of precum onto the floor. You look up, and before you is a classroom full of 20 young women staring not at you, but at your dick.