Sophie Lee's Naked Mile (Part 2)

Sophie couldn’t believe that this was happening as she carefully ran along the hedges towards the library. This was so humiliating! Thankfully, she knew that the library was usually empty around this time of day. So maybe she could find either cover or a place to wait until closing when she could sneak out undetected and wait until the cover of night.

She silently prayed for the former.

Noticing the side entrance to the library was open, Sophie bolted through the doorway and into the backroom, crouching behind a cart full of books that were donated to the college in an attempt to catch her breath. After getting her second wind, Sophie slowly peeked over the top of the cart, looking around to see if the coast was clear. Not seeing anyone, Sophie carefully hid behind the cart again as she pushed it alongside her towards the door leading to the main library.

Pushing the door open slightly, Sophie peeked her head out and looked around. There were a few people already reading in the library, but not too many. However, this didn’t ease her embarrassment in the slightest as the scarlet faced young woman slowly made her way into the main part of the library, looking around nervously as she pulled the cart and prayed she wouldn’t be caught.

“Who’s behind there!”

Sophie stopped mid stride as she heard the soft yet firm voice. She had been here enough times to recognize the campus librarian, and unfortunately for her, the same could be said about the librarian recognizing her. Peeking up just slightly, Sophie squeaked as she saw the stern face of the old woman who was slowly walking towards the cart, ducking back down.

“Don’t try hiding from me! I saw the cart moving and a brief blur popping up, so there’s no use in hiding!” The Librarian quietly barked, “Seriously! This is the sort of behavior that I’d expect from elementary students. That’s why I quit my old job in the first place!”

Sophie was panicking. If the Librarian caught her, she’d recognize her and turn her in without a second thought as she was a massive stickler for the rules. And then she’d be taken to the dean’s office in handcuffs from Campus Security. Or worse, The Librarian would march her through campus to the dean’s office herself!

She had to act fast!

Grabbing two random books off the cart, Sophie used whatever strength she had in her to knock the cart over, causing the librarian to stumble back to avoid having her feet crushed. In that brief moment, Sophie shot to her feet as she opened both books, placing one book over her womanhood and using the second book to cover her face as she bolted towards the entrance to the library. Unfortunately, this left her butt and breasts exposed, but Sophie had rationalized that this was a necessary sacrifice in order to keep her identity hidden.

“What do you think you’re – GOOD LORD!” The Librarian shouted, drawing attention to Sophie as the other students looked in the direction of the commotion. “Have you no shame, you little harlot?!”

Sophie blushed wildly as she heard the catcalls, cheering, jeering, and wolf whistles as she desperately tried to run towards the door. She couldn’t see the other students, but she could tell they were filming and taking pictures of her as well.

“Twit twoo! You go, girl!”

“I love this school!”

“That’s the flattest ass I’ve ever seen in my life!”

“Yeah! A total pancake butt!”

“I don’t know. I think it kinda cute.”

“Who’s looking at her pancakes when you should be looking at her milkshakes?!”

“Pancakes and Milkshakes?! Yummy!”

“I thought the naked mile was next month.”

Sophie felt her ears burning in shame as she made it out the sliding doors, lowering the book just enough to peek over the top. Looking around, the young woman noticed an alley way between two of the buildings, lowering her book down to her breasts as she ran down the alley. Once in the center, Sophie began to pant heavily as she leaned up against the wall, pressing her naked butt up against the bricks as she looked down at herself.

Her eyes widened as she saw the books in her hands that were covering her. Over her breasts was a book about produce farming with a picture of a couple of melons on the cover, while the book over her womanhood was one about North American mammals with a beaver on the cover. Because of course they were.

Gently putting the books down, Sophie sighed as she covered herself with her hands and looked around her surroundings. She knew that the library entrance faced the campus courtyard, which she thanked her lucky stars was empty, but she was so caught up in her mortifying streak that she lost track of her location in proximity to the courtyard.

All she knew was that she would never step foot in that library again with her face becoming redder than a stop light.

Slowly peeking out from the alley, Sophie looked around to see the fountain in the empty courtyard. On recognizing the library entrance to the South and the gymnasium next door to it, she was able to pinpoint her exact location. Right now, she was between the art building in front of her and the Southern Girls Dormitory behind her.

The Dormitory was out of the question as she was certain that other girls were still here for Summer Classes, especially going by half the commentators in the library. And she did not want to be seen by anymore people than she had already. So that meant the Art building was her best bet. There, she could hopefully find something to cover herself before making a trek back to her dorm.

Crab walking towards the side door of the building, Sophie opened the door and took a peek inside. No one was in the halls, so that was a good sign at least. Stepping into the building, Sophie padded carefully down the hall as she nervously looked around. Suddenly, the girl stopped in her tracks as she heard the sounds of footsteps and voices coming around the corner.

Male voices.

Sophie panicked again. She couldn’t be seen right now. Not like this! Without thinking, the girl bolted towards one of the classroom doors and swung it open, throwing herself inside and closing the door as the two guys walked passed. Sophie ducked under the window as they passed by, holding her breath until they were gone. The girl let out a sigh of relief, shaking her head. For a second there, she thought that she had been –

“Excuse me! Can I help you, Ma’am?!”

Sophie squeaked as she stood back up, spinning around on her heel to see one of the art teachers staring at her with a stern frown. She also saw the class staring at her in either lust, amusement, or a mixture of both.

Just when Sophie thought she couldn’t get any redder.

“What are you doing here unclothed, girl?!” The teacher said with a thick French accent, tapping his foot impatiently.

Sophie looked around nervously as she thought about her answer. She didn’t have books to cover her face this time, so if she ran, the teacher would easily be able to identify her. She had to think of a way out of this. Suddenly, Sophie got a glimpse of the board, reading the name of the class she was in.

Life Drawing 101

Dr. Pierre Bonaparte

“I… I’m the model!” Sophie quickly said, lying through her teeth as she blushed furiously. “I’m the student who volunteered to be your life model for this class!”

Dr. Bonaparte eyed Sophie up and down suspiciously. “You are Shannon O’Neill?”

“Um… Yes.” Sophie replied with a sheepish grin, trying to make it sound less like a question than a statement.

Dr. Bonaparte looked Sophie up and down once more before shaking his head. “I thought you’d be joining us fully dressed and then remove your clothes.” He said. Before Sophie could even say anything, however, the man waved it off and added, “Never mind. You are twenty-five minutes late! Now get on your mark!”

Sophie had neglected to think about one small detail when coming up with her lie. By saying that she was the life model for the art class, she had to actually be the model for the art class. As evidenced by the teacher pointing to a small stage with an even smaller stool in the middle of the classroom.

“R-right.” Sophie stammered, her ears starting to heat up as she covered her breasts and womanhood. Turning to Dr. Bonaparte, the girl said, “Look, this is my first time modeling, so could I maybe borrow a robe and – “

“You should have thought about that before showing up au natural!” Dr. Bonaparte snapped in annoyance, pointing to the stool again. “Now get on your mark, now! You’ve wasted enough of this class’s time already!”

“But I – “

“Or perhaps you’d like me to escort you down to The Dean’s office, hmm?” Dr. Bonaparte asked, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe explain to him how you just barged into my classroom wearing your birthday suit?”

There it was again. The tingly feeling she was getting from being blackmailed! Even if, this time, the blackmailing was unintentional. However, as she felt her nipples hardening and her womanhood get even damper, she found herself almost willing to obey any order.

“Get. On. The. Mark.” Dr. Bonaparte repeated sternly.

This time, Sophie obeyed as she hung her head and walked over to the small platform, plopping down on the stool as she smiled sheepishly at the class. A deep sigh of annoyance caused her to look over at Dr. Bonaparte, the man pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Remove your arms, silly girl!” Dr. Bonaparte snapped in annoyance as the class chuckled. “Now!”

And just like that, Sophie lowered her arms, once again enjoying being ordered around. The girl remained still as the class began to get to work, drawing or painting on their canvases for the next half-hour. During that time, however, Sophie heard all the whispering comments being said about her as she sat their with everything on display.

“Dude! Check out those jugs!”

“Yeah. Too bad about that ass though.”

“I don’t know. I’d date her.”

“Look how pointy her nipples are! You can cut glass with those things!”

“Something’s familiar about her, but I can’t put my finger on it…”

“You know, I was about to say the same thing, Dude. My girlfriend just sent me this video of some crazy chick streaking the library earlier today.”

Those last two made Sophie nervous, sweat beading down her brow as she continued to **** a smile. Of course the students in the library would have spread the pictures and videos around! And if she wasn’t careful, people would connect the dots. She had to get out of here now!

“Um,” Sophie asked nervously out the side of her mouth, “can we take five for –“

Before Sophie could even finish, a knock came at the door. Dr. Bonaparte let out a groan as he turned to the door and said, “Intrude!”

The door opened and a young, chubby woman around twenty-one years old stepped through the doorway. “Hi. Sorry I’m late.” She said with a hint of an Irish accent, “My dog got sick, so I had to drive him to the vet. Turns out he’s allergic to the food I’ve been buying him. Any who, I’m here to –“ the woman briefly stopped as she stared up in confusion at the terrified Sophie before asking, “Oh, sorry. This is Mr. Bonaparte’s class, right?”

“That’s Dr. Bonaparte!” Dr. Bonaparte corrected, eyeing the new woman up and down. “And just who might you be?!”

“Oh, I’m Shannon O’Neill.” The woman, the real Shannon, introduced with a smile. “The school asked me to be your model for your life drawing class.”

“What?” Dr. Bonaparte asked flatly, his eyes going wide in shock. “That cannot be possible! If you’re Mademoiselle O’Neill, then who is on my –“

THUNK!

Dr. Bonaparte, Shannon, and the rest of the class turned to see the stool having fallen over as the window swung in the breeze, Sophie bolting away as she held a blank canvas over her front half and a paint palette over her flat butt.

Sophie’s face burnt bright red as she heard Dr. Bonaparte yelling at her from the window, but she didn’t care what he was yelling about. She had to get back to her dorm room now!