Sex Ed

... Sex Ed.

Uh oh.

This class has always been a little embarrassing to be a part of, what with all the videos, models, and "class participation" that amounted to little more than putting a condom on a banana. My teacher, Ms. Welker, always talked about getting real life people to demonstrate these things, but struggled to find someone willing to do it on such a small budget. You can probably tell where this is going.

Common sense tells me that nothing good will come from me attending this class, but at this point you already know that I haven't been the best at listening to common sense today. So against all proper judgement, I take a breath and open the door to the Sexual Education classroom, displaying my full glory to everyone in the room. Ms. Welker seems to not have arrived yet, so I simply take my seat and wait until the start of class while trying to ignore everyone staring at my tits.

Soon the classroom door opens yet again and a few more students enter the classroom, among them Jason. He simply looks at me and smiles, and takes the seat to my right. If it weren't for my all too real state of nudity, I would be ecstatic if Jason sat next to me. Hell, a little part of me still is. But the rest of me could not imagine a more embarrassing situation if I tried. Then again, I never imagined spending a day naked in school but here we are anyway...

"Hey, Jason" I greet my crush quietly and awkwardly. I'm surprised I was able to say anything at all.

"Hey Em! Looking good!" Jason teased. I only talked to him a handful of times, and it was always small talk or school stuff; he didn't seem interested in me at all. Maybe it took me coming to school naked to get him to finally notice me. If he asks me out because of this later, it just might almost be worth it.

"Oh... thanks." I blush. I didn't know how else to respond to a boy I have a crush on complementing my naked body

"Hey... is it true you're naked because you gambled all your clothes away to your sister?" the girl behind me leaned in and whispered. Oh my god, that's so embarrassing! Sarah and all my friends must be blabbering that story to the entire school. I guess it's better than everyone thinking I'm some sort of slut or freak.

"... Yeah, it's true." I say meekly. Again, enough people know the truth it would be pointless to lie at this point. I turn and notice Jason heard the whole thing and was cracking up. Ugh, he must think I'm a huge idiot now!

"Hahaha that's hilarious! That's why you're naked? I thought you were just being weird." Jason exclaimed.

I just nod, already humiliated in front of my crush. After a few seconds, Jason composes himself and turns back to me.

"Honestly... that's super cool!" Jason says, seemingly earnest.

"... Really?" I ask, surprised. What is so cool about losing all of your clothes to your sister in a stupid little blackjack game??

"Yeah! I mean, I never would have bet all my clothes in a card game... but it's awesome that you actually honored your bet! Most people would probably try to find a way out of it, but you seem to have accepted your fate pretty well. I think that's amazing." Jason explains.

Damn. After all that Jason thinks that I'm cool for going through with a dumb forfeit. I almost tell him about how much I tried to get out of it, but I bite my tongue before saying something so stupid.

"Wow, that's so sweet of you Jason. That means a lot to me." I say with a smile. At that moment Ms. Welker enters the classroom, ending any conversation taking place at the time. She observes the class until she sees me, sitting completely naked at my desk. She smiles and begins her class.

"Good morning class! We were going to have a standard lecture today, but as you all probably know and can see plainly in this room, we finally have a real life model!" Ms. Welker says cheerfully.

Everyone in the class turns to look at me, the naked model to which Ms. Welker was clearly referring to. Though my pussy is mostly covered by the desk, my boobs are hanging in plain sight above the top of the desk. I've given up trying to cover my tits a while ago, but it's still super embarrassing having everyone staring at them. I don't know what to do so I just give an awkward little wave.

"Wait, you ARE okay with being a model, right Emily? I've dreamed of this for years, but I don't want to **** you to do anything. I would really, really appreciate it if you did, though. You can also refuse anything you are uncomfortable with during the lesson."

Suddenly I'm faced with a decision. On one hand, I'll probably be exposing absolutely everything to the class, including Jason! And who knows what else!

On the other hand, most of my classmates have seen damn near everything already. Plus, Ms. Welker has been an awesome teacher this year and I would feel bad robbing her of something she feels so passionately about.