Second Equation

Retreating back to the board Renee let out a small cry as she saw the length of the next equation. “((3x30)+5)(850-7)”

As she reached up the air whipped at her bared buns as they shaked nervously trying to rack her brain to figure out the equation. Usually an easy task but to the young girl with her untanned butt out toward the class she felt the stares. Time seemed to slow as the ginger could hear her heart pounding in her uncovered well endowed chest.

“Again parenthesis first…3 times 30 is 90. Then we add the five connecting to it. Leaving…. ‘(90+5) times (850-7)....which we then after completing the parenthesis make into ‘95 times 843’….”’

Renee could feel the shaking of her uncovered buttocks as she stood on the tippy toes of her shoes. Her bare feet feeling the soles beneath her toes reminded her she was two pieces of clothes away from being in her Eve suit once again. She had been nude in town in front of strangers, but never fully naked in school surprisingly. After hearing a loud wolf whistle, Renee pressed on as fast as possible.

“We take the remaining parenthesis of 850 subtracted from 7.”

Engrossed in the formula she began lifting one foot, and reaching as far as she could. This caused a bit of the backside of her underboob to reveal itself to the class, while a bit of her cooter came into clear view to the delight of a quarter of her classmates.

“Which leaves us finally with 95 times 843…which I believe is…80085!” she exclaimed excitedly, glad she solved it.

“You damn right it is… and what a pair indeed!” a boy snickered as he and several others snapped quick photos of the current display Renee was exhibiting. To which she quickly went back down to her heels feeling her assets jiggling lightly at the speed of which she reset herself. It was too late, she had been seen. The class began letting out whoops and quick cheers. As a disappointing stare grew on Mr. Dwyer who only got the side view of her buttcheeks. Grumbling, he stopped looking up at the security camera smirking to himself.

“Alright class, settle down, it's time for the test. When you finish, turn it in and enjoy the rest of the period to yourselves. Maybe use the time to get homework done.” The teacher said as he began passing out the tests. Renee was so flustered she could barely think straight. The seat was surprisingly chilly against her undressed posterior, to which she tried shifting her shirt to cover her booty. She could feel a stirring in her mound biting her lip. Grateful she had a seat without a hole in the back much to the dismay of her peers trying to get a better look.

“Begin.” he demanded as he quietly pulled up the Moomoo Coffee video while glancing over at Renee. Who was already done a good quarter of the test.

After about 15 minutes, Renee turned in her test requesting to use the bathroom. After giving her a hall pass she retreated to the lost and found remembering the makeshift skirt. However, the newspaper wasn't there. Currently in a stall of the boy's locker room with suspicious white liquid on the image of Renee streaking the mall. Defeated, she went back to the room deciding to catch up on any homework for the week before her next class.