You rush over to Baking class. The teacher takes one look at you, she shrugs and says "Not the worst outfit I've ever seen."
You've never gotten that kind of response before. You feel like you have to prod her a little "You don't mind if I come to class like this?"
"If you promise not to burn yourself, I don't care what you wear or, in this case, don't."
You've never met such an aloof, chill person before in your life. You could probably masturbate in her face and she'd be all like 'whatever'. I mean, you won't. Your secret that you're a horny exhibitionist isn't out yet and you want to maintain whatever tiny modicum of innocence you can, but, still.
Speaking of being a horny exhibitionist, you're glad this is Baking class. The apron you are handed, while covering your front and undoing some of your work, is a cute look. Naked wearing only an apron? Yes, please! The other benefit is you have something to wipe your wetness with handy at all times. You grab the flour, which is on the bottom shelf. This causes you to bend over and present your ass and pussy to the boy in the next station. He drops his eggs. Oops! Look what you made him do. Hee hee hee.
You do that again to get the baking powder. You wait until a boy is right by your station and then you bend down to get the baking powder. This time, your ass and pussy are so close to his face you can feel his breath on it. This one doesn't drop anything but you see him have to adjust his obvious boner. You're so bad. Unfortunately, if you keep doing this, people will catch wise and, anyway, you're getting too wet from it.
You mix the ingredients in the bowl and the students near you watch your boobs sway through the side of the apron. You have dirty thoughts of the boys coming up from behind and fucking you as you cook. This becomes counterproductive as you have to keep wiping and the apron starts getting soaked and it starts to smell like sex in here. You see the students talking about you. You put your cake in the oven to bake. Now you just have to wait. You get bored of waiting and you mindlessly start touching yourself down there before realizing that the students are watching you, wondering if you're doing what they think you're doing.
"Were you just mast-", starts one of the girls.
"Just itchy." you shoot back.
"Uh huh, sure."
The cake finishes and so does the class. And not a moment too soon. You head to the bathroom and quickly rub your clitoris to orgasm and wash and wipe off. Your ruse is quickly falling apart. Then again, is it really weird for a nudist to get horny once in a while? And wouldn't she deny masturbating in class too if she was caught doing it? Characters are hard. One of these days you'll just have to come out as who you really are.
The only notable things that happened in Philosophy class are that your favorite teacher and his class got to watch you walk into class totally naked and uncovered, which the class really appreciated, and Mr. Carter asked you why you weren't covering your vulva this time. You told him about your conversion to nudism and he seemed to be very understanding. He reiterated how everyone should treat you with respect and dignity. It wasn't your turn to speak today, so you listened to something boring someone was saying about sports while daydreaming about Mr. Carter and you left a big, wet mess in the chair for the custodian. When the bell rang, you ran for the washroom to wipe off.
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