A bunch of familiar faces and a strange teacher

You continue to stand still as your post nut clarity reminds you how embarrassing of a position you are in; Naked with no cover and cum on the floor.

“God damnit, I can’t believe I just busted like that with people watching! They think I’m a total perv!” You think to yourself, knowing you'll never live this down.

“Why hello Mr. McCoy! I’m glad you decided to finally join us!” A woman says from across the room. She sounds older, but not as old as Mrs. Graves.

She walks up to you slowly, allowing you to take in every detail of her body and clothes. She has dark brown hair with frosted tips at the end of her long curls. Her eyes are a dark green color, almost like a tree leaf in the middle of spring. Her cheeks are covered in freckles, which has your horny mind wonder where else she has freckles. She is wearing a sweater shirt with the sleeves rolled up her arms, an artist’s apron covered in paint and pencil markings, and a pair of khaki pants with splashes of paint on them.

“I am Mrs. Hartwell, your art Professor!” She says, giving you a polite bow.

You struggle to respond for a couple of seconds before saying, “H-Hi… I’m, ahh… sorry about what you just saw, I didn’t mean it!”

“Don’t be sorry Heath! I and many of the students here found your performance quite inspiring to our creative minds! It’s not everyday you get to see a man display such natural beauty in his lustful actions!” She says with passion in her voice. The thought of you cumming your brains out being interpreted as some kind of performance sounds odd to you, but the fact she is so nonchalant about it has your cock twitch.

You blush as you look down at your flaccid penis and cover it with both hands, managing to conceal it with both of your palms. But as you do so, Lilith says something that you completely forgot about.

“Heath McCoy, I’d hope you’d remember one of the basic rules of our College? Arms to your side when you address a teacher!” Lilith commands.

“Shit! I completely forgot!” You think to yourself. It’s been such a long day that you completely forgot the three rules Chancellor Ophelia told you at the start of your embarrassment filled day. Granted, you’ve broken the first rule plenty of times already today, so you guess it was easy to forget in the heat of the moment.

“Don’t worry Lilith, if he isn’t ready to let his beauty shine just yet, I will respect that decision. Art cannot be **** y’know!” Hartwell says.

“Very well, Prof. Hartwell.” Lilith replies with a nod of her head before walking ahead of you. You’re thankful that Lilith didn’t stand her ground on the rules this time, even if it doesn’t really help much for you.

“Come on! I’m so thrilled to have you join in on today’s activities!” Prof. Hartwell says, gently pushing you forward. You still haven’t truly gotten used to being naked all the time, and a hand pressed against your bare body isn’t helping things.

You walk up closer to the large staircase like seats, cock still covered by your hands, but as you do, you notice your fellow students look awfully familiar. It is only when you are in the middle of the room that you notice everyone in the class is someone you’ve met throughout your embarrassing day.

To your left sits Sam all on her lonesome next to the edge of the seat. Before you had only seen her clothed in her gym uniform, so you now notice that her outfit is unlike the other’s, which you find strange. Her skirt if noticeably longer, reaching all the way down to her knees, and made up of a checkered black and red fabric. Her blazer is now completely black with stitched on leather replacing the usual material. It looks homemade, but surprisingly well done. Her undershirt is completely red save for the black buttons. Her tie is red and black instead of green and black. She has torn black thigh high socks that each up past her own skirt which looked peculiar. She has spiked wristbands and a silver necklace with a skull that has red eyes. She definitely looks very punk, almost goth to you.

“Samantha, how many times do I need to tell you to wear your uniform to classes!” Lilith says angrily as she walks up the steps to her seat.

“How many times do I need to tell you that so long as I’m still wearing the uniform, modifications are allowed! I even got the Chancellor to vouch for me!” Sam replies back in a defensive tone.

“Hmph!” Lilith turns the other cheek as she sits down. “You should still consider wearing your uniform correctly! And those wristbands are highly dangerous!”

“I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing that uniform! Besides, this is more my style.” Sam replies.

“How come they let her wear that, but I can’t wear any clothes at all?!” You think to yourself, wondering how any of this is remotely fair.

Nevertheless, you look around and see more familiar faces. Next to Lilith is Claire, sitting on the left side closer to the middle, but on a higher row.

“Hey there Nudie McCoy!” She says with a twinge of teasing in her voice. You ignore her and look over to your right.

All the way on the right side in the middle rows sits Sophia and Beth close by. Beth sits a row higher than Sophia. Sophia looks very nervous to see you, averting her eyes away from you, while Beth gives you a nervous wave.

You look over to see Rachel sitting on the lower row not too far away from Beth and Sophia. She immediately looks down toward your hand covered cock with excitement.

“Oh my god! I get Heathy in three classes, and one of them is part of my Major! I must be the luckiest girl in school!”

You are slightly worried having another class with Rachel, especially since you have no clue how relaxed your Professor is about her touching your cock. You ignore her for now and look straight ahead of you.

Right in the middle of the seats sits a familiar looking woman with black hair, someone you have been thinking about all day; Taylor!

Just looking at her alone has your cock pulsate and get harder. You struggle to maintain cover of your dick at this point, so you open your hands slightly to let your cock spring out from your palms. You still have it mostly covered, but now it’s a lot easier for the girls around you to see it.

She gently pats the seat to her left, her eyes focused on yours. While you do have a lot of room to choose where to sit, you take up Taylor’s offer and sit next to her. You climb up the stairs until you reach her row and sit down right next to her. Your thigh touches her thigh, which has your mind go crazy, and your cock twitches.

“That was one hell of an entrance, naked boy.” Taylor says, causing your heart to race faster.

“Hehe, thanks?” You reply, unsure what to say.

“You cumming in the entrance way was really hot! Had to really hold myself back from touching myself you know?” She says in a breathy tone. That line alone has your cock as hard as a rock, with you unable to fully cover it anymore. Instead, your hands lay on top of your dick, trying your best to keep it from pointing up towards the ceiling.