The last bit there could be

You looked over at Gloria, who was entering a similar state as her superior had been a few minutes ago. Perhaps it was because there was a bit less of her to get to, and she wasn’t as open to sunlight, but she was nonetheless starting to look drowsy. Her eyes were fighting to stay open, not uncommon with you at this point, but neither the same a good sign. Her breathing was normal, not as impossible as Sasha was finding it. “Gloria?”

“Urghh. Yes…, Sam.” She replied groggily, but not as much as you feared she would. Her eyes drifted toward you. Again, she looked almost unknowing at you. You thought you saw, for a second, a flick of her hand moving. It was still when you looked.

“Are you feeling ok?” You ask.

“A little uncomfortable. Hot.” Gloria answers, her eyes not moving except once between sentences.

“Yeah, I feel you. Try being the only exposed guy in the room.”

“Neither of us are looking. We’re giving you that much.” She glances at Sasha. Sasha’s arm hasn’t even subconsciously tried to cover herself. Then again, the heat probably prompted her not to. Her recent revelation of her dress habits also didn’t put off the fact that maybe she was just used to it. That theory seemed likely with her showing no reaction to the heat besides a bit of sweating. “That’s probably more than we can say for you.” She turned back to you, flowing her gaze into the principal’s nude body.

“I’m sorry. I was just seeing where you were looking. I didn’t mean to stare.” You apologize, redness entering your face.

“It’s ok. I won’t tell her.” She said. You were about to object another defense, but hesitated. “You’re only a kid. It doesn’t matter anyways.” There she went with that whole ‘kid’ thing again.

“Still changes nothing about her and me being naked in a school.” You say.

“It changes the manner of it. Neither of you are doing it illicitly. This is an—”

“Emergency situation. You’ve said it before. I meant that we are still both exposed in here.” You cut her off and continued for her.

“Ah… I was only trying to brighten the matter.” She stares forward again, more toward her sleeping counterpart. She shuffled slightly in her spot. You notice that she never fully removed her underwear. No, that you noticed. It was that they’d been pulled, or attempted at, down an inch or so. That was when you were undressing Sasha.

“Hey, is everything good?” You ask, in light of your observations and her sudden lack of dialogue. You half expect her to snap out of her normal act and list off all the things that aren’t good.

“Would you help me?” She turns her head toward you and reopens her eyes. For a second, they look you in your own eyes, then return to their expressionless gaze at your face. “I know it’s not… something you’re comfortable with, but I can’t— don’t have the energy to take off the last of my clothing.”

“I… you’re right about that, but sure. I’ll… help you out.” You sit somewhat across from her, similar Sasha’s position, near her hips. “The….” You trail off waiting for any indication at what she wants gone first.

“The panties first.” She moves her right hand out of the way so you can clearly see them. You reach for them on both hips. You hook your fingers on the waistband and Gloria tries to sit up a bit to make the job easier. Drained, her efforts don’t help much, but you appreciate the thought. You tug a bit at the panties, at first struggling to move them in the heat melting them to her body. You see why she’d had trouble before. You then slide them consistently down her legs. A mild moan, nonsexual, escapes her and she takes in a couple deep breaths.

“Better?”

“I can breathe. They were killing me.” Gloria opens her legs a couple degrees, you testing yourself not to look between them. You didn’t care that her eyes were shut, as far as you knew, she could see through her eyelids. “And now I embarrass myself further. If… the bra?” She simply requests.

“You… sure?” You hesitate on the question. She glares at you, a subtle difference from her constant uninterested gaze.

“Sam, I feel like a stuffed cannoli. I’m giving you this opportunity to help because I’m ****. I’m sure you can handle it.” You move your position back to more at her side. She refuses to break eye contact during any of your transition. You figure on it being a back-clasp, finding Sasha’s bra’s signature feature absent. You stop for a second to figure out how you should approach it. “Oh, I’m sorry. Reach under my arms. It’s the easiest way to do it.”

“Thanks.” She spaces out her arms a couple inches from her sides and you insert your hands like a bomb defuser. You feel around for the connection between the two sides, recognizing the plastic instantly. “Aha.” You let out. Gloria doesn’t respond; her eyes are still glued to yours though. You unsnap the fasten, similarly to how you had before, but now without your fingers sandwiched between pillows. Gloria’s eyes shut for a moment.

You slide out your arms, uncupping her breasts in slow motion. You watch as her seemingly below average sized chest expands as you move the bra farther from her until they gently bob down, out from the bra. Not to say her rack was anything more impressive than Sasha’s, but certainly worthy of approval. Hers matched some of your own classmates who were impressive for their own age. You set her last piece of clothing on the floor, only near the pile.

“Thank you… Sam.” Gloria reopened her eyes, no longer looking emptily in your direction, but now into your eyes directly. She didn’t bother covering up, though it made total sense for her not to. You see her breasts now heaving as she took in better air. It was no wonder she couldn’t stand the heat in that thing. You suddenly felt reality crash back on you as you realized your position beside her. “Sorry, Sam. I guess I looked.” Her eyes flickered up back to yours. The gaze was the same as she’d given you a second ago.

“That’s alright. We’ve all shared glances.” You console, deciding that now might be a good time to go back to your spot. You begin to move away from her when her floored arm grabs your wrist.

“Stay close. I want to keep you in reach to keep an eye on you.” Gloria releases her weary grip on your wrist. You hesitate to sit next to your naked teacher, especially when you’ve got 6 inches sticking into the air. You take the seat, taking in a view of your nude companions. Without warning, your eyes close, your sense of touch remaining beyond the others. You feel the slightest sensation of her hand checking on your overheated shoulder and bicep. Her boobs graze your chest as she reaches over and again when she returns. After a minute, you begin to hear her own breathing. The last thing you feel is the soft thud of her head falling onto your shoulder.