A Class Act

The beautiful blonde with the soft features slunk her way through the empty halls. Mandy was wracking her brain for excuses, her head addled with ifs and whats and whys she could present to her probably stern professor.

She would enter the classroom oh so demurely, with a sheepish smile on her face. Yes! That would work. And then she'd take a seat next to Andrew......Andrew. He had been her sudden companion during this class. She'd known him, or of him of course. He tended to make himself known as he was always carrying a guitar bag and playing around campus when he wasn't **** to attend class or do work. Not that he wasn't punctual. He was....a friend.

Mandy hadn't had a lot of time for friends. She liked it. The two didn't exactly interrupt the class but they would trade looks and smiles and comments. She sometimes caught him looking at her. But she felt it particularly harmless. He wasn't- well.....he wasn't one of THOSE men. But he was still a man.

As Mandy took a deep breathe, put her hands to her side, and got her small book bag ready in one hand, she opened the classroom door with a delicate touch to reveal....

Darkness?

And a projector! It was perfect!

Mandy began to enter the classroom dressed in a strappy black blouse that maybe showed a little too much collar and cleavage, and shorts. She wore dark brown flats on her feet, so she should be able to quietly-

And then Mandy felt a tickle in her button nose and instantly backed out of the doorway, covering a cute high pitched sneeze.

Her head felt dizzy for just a moment, then she smiled to herself. That was a CLOSE one.

She tried again, entering the classroom. She was quiet, this was good.

Quiet steps, because-

Mandy's brain worked but her body kept walking. She went behind all of the desks. The students were attentively watching the slideshow. She got her her seat, stood for a moment while the teacher was turned around, and sat down on....

well, this seat felt a little cold. Oddly so. And mentioning that, the walk had felt-

Mandy looked down, checking herself with both eyes and hands, and all of her willpower was required not to scream.

Then she looked left, and saw her new best friend looking at her as well. "Hey Mandy, you-"

he stopped, as if frozen. "Wh-what?". Softer. Thankfully, because Mandy Perout was-

She ran her hands over her stomach, her thighs, her back. She gasped as they skated softly over her lovely buttocks. Bare.

How the fuck was she NAKED!?! Her bare feet squirmed on the ground below her chair, and she turned to Andrew, blue eyes wide and darting and ****. Her back felt strange against the headboard of the seat, all smooth skin and no blouse or straps.

And beyond that, looking down- Mandy whispered "Oh god, fuck. Yup, those are- fuck!" She turned to Andrew and saw words forming on his dumbfounded lips. She saw the instant when he took in her medium sized bared boobs with rosy nipples, her slender soft tummy, her clenching thighs and long legs, from her blonde locks tickling her neck to the tips of her black-painted fingernails and toenails back up to her blushing face.

Mandy rocked on her perky buttocks on the cold college classroom seat and threw her hand over Andrew's mouth. She mouthed without volume: HELP!