Pretty humiliating…

Mr. Carter stands before the class and gives a simple intro into the new unit. Most of the students groan and complain. Any other day, Emily would be too. Sex ed is notoriously awkward and boring, where some weird 60 year old man explains sexual acts in a monotone voice. Talk about a way to make sex sound like the most boring thing in the world. Maybe it’s on purpose to keep kids from doing anything.

Given her recent experiences, Emily is not inclined to believe this. Emily fidgets with her pencil at her desk, until Mr. Carter speaks to the class once more. “Everyone, please welcome up to the front of the class, Emily! Emily has agreed to stand in as a live model for class today. So instead of looking at weird little models, you’ll get a glimpse of the real thing.”

The boys in the class cheer loudly, clearly pumped about getting to look closely at a naked girl for school credit. Emily frowns at them, bunch of perverts…

Mr. Carter helps Emily stand, and has her stand before the room. “Emily, please drop your arms, so the class can see your breasts.”

Emily drops her arms, giving her class a very clear show of her large breasts. Mr. Carter talks about her breasts, all the while touching them and jiggling them. All the boys in the class watch every movement with slack jawed stares.

After what feels like an eternity and far more nipple pinches than could be justified by the curriculum, Mr. Carter moves on. “Alright, class. How many of you boys seen a girl’s vagina?”

Lots of hands shoot up, though Emily highly doubts half these boys even know how to spell the word much less know what a vagina looks like. Mr. Carter places a hand on Emily’s shoulder. “Please uncover your crotch, Emily. Then climb up on this desk and spread your legs so everyone can get a good view.”

Emily blushes deep red. Spreading her bare pussy to her class? This is yet another new low for Emily. A part of her wants to go back to the car wash. Atleast there the water felt nice on her skin… But Emily has to comply, climbing on the desk and displaying her womanhood for 20 of her peers.

Why is the boy/girl ratio so weird in this class, by the way? There’s 18 boys and only Emily and another girl. And Emily is pretty sure that she’s a lesbian anyway…. This is the worst!

The students crowd around close and clambor over each other, as Mr. Carter touches and rubs her pussy in every way. Emily knows he’s just trying to teach, but damn if it isn’t turning her on. That’s not good.

Suddenly one of the boys blurts out, “Hold on…is she…she is! Emily is wet!”

Emily wants to disappear. “N-no! I’m…it’s not that!”

The boys all cheer. “She is! She’s wet! Emily is a slut!”

Emily covers her face with her hands. How can this humiliation get worse?! Now everyone thinks she’s some sort of exhibitionist slut! At least…if they didn’t already think that. She is naked in school after all.

Mr. Carter finishes up, but has Emily stay standing before the room, her boobs and pussy uncovered. He moves over to his desk and shuffles through a drawer, before pulling something out…