You remember rule 3!

Several minutes go by as everyone in the class gathers around the entrance, unsure of what to do except wait for the dripping to stop or wait for the class to end. Hartwell was at least fast enough to place a bucket underneath the dripping ooze, but you knew that wasn’t much of a solution.

Of course, you and Taylor are the primary centers of attention, especially in regards to Rachel as you notice her eyes haven’t turned away from your bare ass since you stood up. If your hands weren’t already busy covering your front, you’d try your best to cover your rear from her gaze.

Beth and Sophia seem to occupied with their notes, making sure no gunk got on them, but you happen to notice them taking peeks over at you from time to time. Lilith on the other hand is busy talking to Hartwell, discussing the video you didn’t pay attention to.

“God I hope we aren’t going to be quizzed on it. All I can remember was touching Taylor’s tits…”

After about 10 minutes of banter, the bell rings, signaling that end of today’s class period. Slowly the room empties until you are left alone with Taylor and Rachel, watching you in the corner with a sketch book in hand. You wonder what she’s drawing, but you can only imagine based on her smile it’s probably you naked, or at least your bare cock.

“Finally!” Taylor says cheerfully. “I thought today wouldn’t end, but I guess it was pretty fun, especially since I got to spend it almost entirely naked with you~” Taylor turns around, tapping her fingers up your chest before grabbing the back of your neck. Every small movement and gesture she makes somehow turns you on even more, especially when she looks down at you with her beautiful brown eyes.

“If you’re not busy, why don’t we head back to our dorm and get some studying done, hehe~”

The thought of having even more fun with Taylor crossed your mind, remembering how great it felt to be with her in her bed yesterday, how it was the first time being naked felt appropriate. Already you can feel your cock stiffening under your palms.

But before you could say anything, you remember something, something important that happens on days like these. You try and think back to yesterday, despite it being a singular day it felt like months of your life was spent. But after a bit more thinking, you then remember!

“SHIT! OPHELIA!” You blurt out loud, prompting a confused look on Taylor’s face.

“What about her?” She asks.

“I-I’m so sorry, I gotta go. Maybe next time, okay?” You reply in a rushed stammer. You immediately shove past everyone in the room and burst through the door, leaving your classmates confused.

Your shoes squeak with each hurried step you take as you speed walk through the hall, hands firmly covering your junk. You try your best to pay no mind to the girls passing you by with their lewd comments and hands eager to touch all over your nude body.

“Why’re you in a hurry, Nudie McCoy?”

“I betcha he’s gonna jerk off in a bathroom!”

“Yeah, 100%! Maybe if we follow him we’ll get to see him do it.”

“Oooooo~ Sounds fun! I bet he’ll like us watching him stroke his cock!”

Everything from firm slaps on your ass to gentle finger strokes against your bare chest has your body feeling overwhelmed, making it difficult to keep your erection hidden, but none of that was important to you as you tried your hardest to ignore them. You have one goal, and it’s to make it to Ophelia’s office on time! You can only imagine the horrendous punishments you might face if you are even a second late!

Unfortunately for you, your art class is on the opposite side of campus, which means nonstop walking through halls of horny women! You blush a deep crimson was hundreds of watchful eyes glare at your naked body, most in awe and some in mild disgust.

You then find yourself at the end of a long hall with a set of doors in front of you. Wasting no time, you open the door with your shoulder, feeling the cold metal against your bare arm and torso. On the other side of this door though was the outside courtyard, where hundreds of girls were moseying around, talking with friends or headed to whatever activities they had after class.

The heat from the sun beaming down onto your bare skin couldn’t compare to the burning you feel in your stomach as you looked upon the crowd of attractive young women. In this moment, you feel so acutely aware of how exposed you are. Hundreds of girls watch as you stare blankly ahead without a thread of clothing on your body, yet somehow you’re still expected to act “normal”.

You almost begin to breakdown, your nerves too stimulated by embarrassment, but this embarrassment comes with it arousal that you have yet to understand. You should feel mortified, but instead your cock is as hard as a boulder and pre-cum is already getting all over your hands.

You manage to keep moving forward, despite the immense shame you feel. Besides, Ophelia is expecting you after all. You try your best to minimize your embarrassment by closing your eyes as you wade through the courtyard of clothed women, hoping that ignoring them would make them less likely to interact with you.

Unfortunately, the old proverb of “I you can’t see them, they can’t see you” doesn’t exactly work when you’re the only naked man on campus walking through a dense crowd.

“Watcha scared of, Naked Boy? We don’t bite~”

Why’s he hiding his little McCoy like that? Come on, shake that thang!”

“Holy shit, I NEED to record this!” A girl says before taking out her phone. “Gotta get the camera focused on his ass…”

Humiliation, fear, panic, lust. So many emotions run through your head as you shove your way past girls as they walk you by. If there was any doubt before, then there is no doubt now that everyone has seen you naked with on campus, and the thought of that echoes in your mind. How will you ever let go of such an embarrassing legacy?

Somehow though, you make it out alive, of course at the expense of your dignity that is. Thankfully for you, Ophelia’s office should be just around the corner.