Time for class

Faith walked out of the Summers house, remarkably refreshed. A normal late night from Slaying had been counteracted by an admittedly long shower with her hand between her legs and a clear view of the mirror so she could get to know every expression Buffy would make. Half a dozen later and she'd dropped off to sleep easily.

She'd gone through all her options then.

If she wanted she could probably just flee the country, forget all the Slayer stuff and just live her life. That was fun, not to mention tempting, but it didn't quite compare to the time she was having exposing Buffy to everyone she met. It just didn't have the same charm, when she wasn't showing off to people Buffy knew.

But if she wanted to stay here, she'd need to play the part. Buffy's friends might be surprised by her sudden embracing of nudism, it'd be smart to not give them any more things to worry about, which meant figuring out Buffy's college schedule.

Her reaction to that idea, as opposed to just running, was substantially more... mixed. Lectures would be dull. Exposing Buffy to all her classmates on the other hand, that was all the incentive she needed.

She'd found the shoulder bag Buffy kept all her college stuff in, found the timetable and map, and even if she wasn't interested in bothering with the course she could at least show up to a few of the classes. Then contrive some excuse to drop out if it got too dull; maybe something about focusing on Slaying, that could work.

Finding UC Sunnydale was easy. Tracking down Buffy's actual room on campus might take a little more but, especially after the last night, rooming with Willow seemed rather fun. That wasn't her first goal though.

So lecture was in that building, which according to the map was... A handful of signs helped her find way.

She'd set out early both in case she got lost, and so she could linger. She'd never have imagined she could have so much fun just walking down the street.

Picking out an outfit was faster too. She'd opted for trainers. Made walking easier, wouldn't stand out, and went pretty well along with Buffy's new nudity. She'd slung a bag over her shoulder, positioned it so that it stayed to her side and did nothing to obstruct any view from the front or the back, and set out.

On the UC Sunnydale campus, she made sure to consult each and every map she passed, keeping going in the right direction and keeping still for long enough that the lucky few photography students could immortalise the moment. When she turned she adjusted her back, always facing the lens so that they got more than Buffy's ass.

In the end she almost was late even with how early she'd started. She hurried into the lecture theatre, checking it was the right one, smirking at the sudden indrawn breaths she heard as her new classmates saw her.

How many of them had wanted to get Buffy naked? It was hard not to grin.

She faltered at the front of the theatre, giving them a full frontal view under the guise of scanning the rows for an empty seat. Once she caught sight of Willow she hurried up there, waving to 'her' friend. She sat down, taking out Buffy's notes and a pen, and then sliding her bag under her chair to leave the rest of herself exposed.

She shifted a little, getting used to the feel of the seat against her bare skin. Willow meanwhile risked a glance sideways, swallowing nervously at her sudden proximity to her nude friend, shoulders almost touching and Buffy's pussy in the centre of her vision.

No matter how hard she tried, Willow kept glancing down.

Faith shifted in delight. Aww, B, how does it feel having your BFF getting familiar with how your most private spots look?

The lecture was about as exciting as Faith had expected, that being 'not very.' At least Willow seemed as disinterested as Faith; however studious she might normally me, a nude Buffy proved distracting. Willow sometimes managed to write almost a whole line before glancing sideways again, swallowing, blinking, coughing and returning to her notes. Then she repeated the whole cycle again.

Faith jotted down a few disparate words for appearance's sake, but otherwise entertained herself with a few lewd doodles of Buffy in various situations. Idly she glanced at the clock; urgh, this was dragging on.

'Accidentally,' Faith dropped her pen; the row in front of her was empty and her pen clattered to the floor just in front of the seat.

Faith shifted for a moment. Then she stood up, bending forwards a little more than was strictly necessary to bare her ass to the rows behind her (and to Willow, if her sudden squeak was anything to go by) and to reach out to tap the shoulder of someone two rows in front.

The woman turned, and then jumped suddenly to see Buffy's tits. At her movement the person next to her turned too, greeted with the same sight.

"Hey," Faith said. "Dropped my pen, could you pass it back up?"

"I- uh..." the woman blinked. She stared for a few seconds as her brain finally caught up with what she'd heard. Hesitantly she glanced down at the row behind her, then picked up the discarded pen to hand it back up.

"Thanks!" Faith said, in her best impression of Buffy's perkiness.

She chuckled slightly at the disappointed groan as she sat back down. Eh, they could see her ass again after the lecture.

Almost made the tedium worth it.

Ignoring the questions the professor posed, Faith started working on a much more pressing concern. Namely, if she was going to keep this up, who was the absolute last person Buffy would want to see her naked?

She could keep going to lectures of course, she was sure plenty more of Buffy's classmates would appreciate what she had to show off, but it had the potential to get old fast. Buffy's mom had seen her, and Willow, which left the door open to any other friends or to spend more time with them, make sure Buffy would be really humiliated if and when she returned.

Faith shifted in her seat, glancing upwards for a moment and smirking to see a guy in the row above craning forwards to get a look down. She winked up at him the moment before he withdrew, shifting her head to give him a better view.

There was a lot of fun to be had, of that she was sure.