Teacher slowly takes the blanket from your hands

All eyes are on you as you stand naked in the back of the room, with what appears to be a folded blanket in your hand, draped in front of your body. You feel the cool air all over every intimate nook and cranny on your body. It takes you back to the sensation of being nude in art class this morning, and how amazing it felt being so free and open amongst your classmates. It's something that you are still having trouble admitting to yourself that you enjoyed, even when you were at the absolute summit of your seemingly sanctioned yet unbearably lewd pleasure.

"Are you undressing for us now?" you hear your teacher ask with wild excitement in her eyes.

Your heart pounds in your chest. You're already naked now (albeit partially concealed), and a strange part of you wants this... Part of you is even getting increasingly excited by the idea of just tossing the blanket aside right now, regardless of whatever happens next. Your penis certainly wants that reality, and is swelling to the point of being painfully hard and throbbing wildly to show its strong endorsement of the idea. It feels as if it's trying with every ounce of it's strength to push the blanket out of the way and introduce itself to the class, only the blanket is soft and flows with its movements. Whether it remains covered or not though, there's certainly no illusion to all the onlookers, of what is shaking around the blanket so much at groin level.

After an awkward long pause your teacher takes another few steps closer to see you more clearly, gasping again as she stares at the dramatic movement taking place behind the blanket. You see her eyes are completely fixed on your thrashing penis... exciting it further and making it throb faster. It's so painfully hard now, it just feels so much easier to drop the blanket and release this tension...

You battle with yourself, yelling in your head "Fuck no, why would I even consider that" as you turn and look away from the teacher. You look down at your desk and instead see Emmy's large sketch book flipped open to a page of admittedly gorgeous illustrations of your unbelievably erect penis, complete with various forms of precum gracefully flowing down it in streams or being flung in the air like sweat flying off an athlete during a moment of triumph.

You find yourself daydreaming about how artful and inspiring your penis is.. distracted by imagining it as a hefty statue carved into stone with worshippers placing wreaths of flowers around the base of the shaft. You then imagine yourself as a Greek god wearing only a smile while proudly striding erect and glistening through the acropolis as crowds shower you with flower petals and lounging women try to feed grapes to your large rigid penis.

"Maybe sharing my penis with the class would be a selfless celebration of timeless art and culture... for the enrichment of the entire class!" you think to yourself... your heart still soaring from your daydreaming about your body.

You shake your head and try and snap out of it. Your teacher is staring at you, and you need to say or do something.

You start panting out loud as your teacher walks closer. She approaches slowly and wearing a giant smile. Each clack of her shoe sounds like a deafening clock stroke in your mind. You don't get to run away to a fantasy world... You are right here, nude in front of everyone, and getting your toga back on seems utterly hopeless. All it would take to remove this anxiety is just to surrender to pleasure and share your beautiful erection with the room like Ms Lancaster has already asked. You look back at her beautiful and authentic smile and can't bear to disappoint her.

"Am I really going to do this?!?" you think, searching desperately for excuses to say no... but your head can't think straight. You're distracted by your heart and the sensations of unbelievable pleasure your penis currently feels. Your head is going in circles daydreaming about how much better you would feel if you had absolutely nothing on, but you fear that penis-math is skewing the results of your decision-making somewhere along the way.

Your teacher gently places her hand on top of yours and offers "Here, let me put this away for you..."

Ms Lancaster moves very slowly, trying to keep you calm as if she was approaching a wild animal that she doesn't want to spook. One wrong move, and perhaps this opening to get you fully undressed would be gone to her forever. She won't allow herself to fail.

You look down at her hand and then back up at her face with an anxious look. This is absolutely crazy to let your teacher undress you fully, in Spanish of all possible classes. No part of this has absolutely anything to do with the curriculum... But you still desperately want to do this... whether or not you should...

"I... I... uh..." you stutter to her, trying to explain yourself despite your fluttering heart and quivering knees.

Your teacher does her best to reassure you, placing a second hand on top of yours.

"It's OK..." She says softly, her doe eyes and blushing smile beg you to trust her... "I promise you can have this back later..."

Emmy whispers from your side "What's the big deal, you've done this before, no problem... Just be naked..."

Your penis throbs faster as you look into your teacher's eyes, and feel her delicate hands on top of yours. The blanket is now being wildly batted around by your peacocking penis, giving brief glimpses of the anatomy that's responsible for it. Your teacher is standing so close, the blanket is swatting her each time your penis throbs.

Ms Lancaster looks you in the eye while she leaves her hands resting on yours. You return her gaze with **** fear and a shortness of breath, but you take no action. After a few seconds she cautiously squeezes the blanket. When she sees no resistance, she very slowly begins to lift it, causing an eager moan to accidentally escape your lips.

Your teacher's eyes light up brighter than before. Her mouth hangs wide open in a smile while still looking like she can barely catch her breath. She seems to be in elated disbelief that you are really allowing her to do this, and she's not going to let anything ruin this moment.

As the blanket slowly lifts away revealing more of your shaft, your penis quivers with proud excitement at its unveiling. Its terrible swollen pain is intense but is vastly exceeded by its lustful pleasure you are experiencing. A nervous smile starts to form on your face as the flowing movement of the blanket delights and tickles your penis as it is gradually drawn across your body.

You're so excited for the full reveal that your knees start to go weak. You put your hands on Emmy's and your own desks to prop yourself up, as the muscles flex all over your body. The girls around you start to gasp in delight of the view of all of your musculature now becoming glossy with sweat, as you attempt to hold yourself upright. You start moaning from the shameful pleasure you are feeling.

You look around at the faces around the room, but none of them meet your eye, and are instead all focused below your waist. They study your friendliest appendage with unwavering zeal as the blanket is slowly withdrawn further... and further.. and further... unveiling you at such a slow pace that you're heart can barely handle the anticipation.

Your teacher slows her pace, seemingly as much for her own enjoyment as anyone else. You tremble and shake with the now urgent need to get rid of this blanket but you allow her to continue her procession. She pauses at the very the end, looking up at you for permission to reveal the last unseen inch of you... but without warning, your penis impatiently flings the remaining fabric in the air. It practically leaps out from behind the curtain and throbbing rhythmically like a bird of paradise performing it's mating dance for all your classmates. You moan loudly from the terrific relief to the anxiety you were carrying, and the satisfaction of finally sharing this most **** part of yourself with the class. Your heart is filled with incredible joy at the sensation of cool air flowing across the very most sensitive part of the tip of your penis.

Ms Lancaster withdraws the blanket and takes a step back. Her jaw hangs open in absolute disbelief, but the smile at the corners of her mouth reveals her wild enthusiasm for what she sees in front of her. Clouds outside seem to part, as bright light shines in from outside, illuminating the length of your penis and warming it pleasantly.

The rest of the students go silent for what feels like an eternity, but echoing through the room instead is the lone sound of your soft gasping breaths.