Spanish

You walk through the halls of the school with your improvised toga. Still barefoot, the ground feels cold throughout the school... It feels kind of nice though. Nowhere near as nice as the sensation of Emmy walking with her arm looped through yours though... This all makes it easier to enjoy the walk and ignore all the strange stares your outfit receives along the way.

One of the things making your walk a little harder though was... well... how hard you still were. Perhaps you were enjoying the walk with Emmy a little too much, getting excited from her smiling and cuddling against you, and every time your bare feet briefly touched each others'. The material is partly to blame too, as it felt like it was barely even there (itself also a delightful sensation). Even if Kenita tucked it all together well... it still ended up being very flowing, and was regularly flowing across a very rigid and indiscrete anatomical feature you were walking around with.

You tried your best to awkwardly hold out the fabric in front of you like you were some fat baron... But the fabric wasn't the only thing that was flowing, because even as you tried to hold the fabric away, a wet spot on the front from developing, and constantly sticking to the erect wet tip of your penis.

Emmy looks over at your ridiculous activities and chuckles. "I like it..." nodding towards the wet spot on the front. "Shows it off more..."

You reach the classroom without taking Emmy's advice... You walk through the doorway and see Ms Lancaster at the front. She was blonde and fair-skinned, and it amused you to no end that you had a white Spanish teacher teaching spanish in front of a class of mostly white students. There were other ethnically Hispanic, Spanish teachers in the school, but Ms Lancaster was kind of fun because of how much less of a stickler she was for pronunciation and how she was quite young and playful compared to most of your teachers. She would often blush when you asked her how her weekend had been, and it seemed like she just was just generally smitten with you, at least in some sort of appreciative student sort of way.

Emmy walks to the back of the room tapping a desk in the back next to her for you to sit at, but Ms Lancaster stops you at the front, as a bright smile on her face diminishes.

"Oh, John... Um... Can I talk to you outside for a second!..." She says as she motions for you to joing her in the hall...

You gulp nervously. Hopefully this ridiculous outfit wasn't going to get you in trouble with one of the few teachers who seemed to really like you.

She continues nervously as you arrive, adjusting a strand of her hair over her ear as she does... "I was informed by the office, that you would be attending class Today... uh... attending class naked Today..."

You didn't believe her, but it seems like Ms Orwin was telling the truth, and you really were supposed to go to class naked. Unbelievable! You had no intention of going through with that embarrassment, but what an incredible thing to hear...

Your teacher continues... "Did you uh... Want to leave this blanket with me? Or were you hoping for some sort of introduction to the class beforehand? I'm happy to help..." She says nervously and blushing, as if she is doing her best to tread lightly and avoid offending a favored student.

"OH!" You blush and chuckle. "It's OK, I found this blanket, so I wouldn't have to walk around naked... Is that OK?" you smile nervously yourself.

"Do you want to wear it? I'm saying you don't have to if you don't want to... The office already expects you to attend your classes naked."

Honestly the offer is thrilling to a part of you, even if you refuse to listen to that part. Just imagining the idea is making you harder, which becomes a problem when you realize you've let go of the fabric, and your throbbing erection is being clearly displayed by the growing translucent wet spot sticking along your shaft.

Your teacher looks down just before you notice it yourself, and you see her smile as you nervously try and adjust yourself.

"Are you SURE that you want to wear this thing... I don't want to make you feel like you are being **** to wear this. I really would prefer if we follow the office's directives whenever possible..."

Why is she pushing this so hard? Does she really want you nude in class? You nervously pull and twist the fabric as your penis throbs. revealing itself more and more vividly as the wet spot spreads the more you fiddle with it. Eventually you just cover it with both your hands as you look back up at your teacher.

"I'm sure" you say, wincing and eager to just sit down in the room.

"OK..." She says "But please... really let me know if you change your mind. I promise it will be alright if you feel differently after class starts."

She walks up to you and puts a hand on your shoulder, as you both blush more brightly. "I heard about your modelling in art class, and it's incredibly brave. I'm really proud of you and you shouldn't be ashamed of doing something so wonderful."