The coast is NOT clear

You’re walking down a narrow canopied path with your classmates, who are teasing you more and more as you get harder. Deisy and Laura have your arms draped over their shoulders, and the breeze feels incredible, even if you feel strange being naked outside at school.

Kenita walks behind you tapping on your bare butt checks, giggling as she plays with them more, and squeezes them as you travel, chirping “beep beep” as she giggles each time. You are embarrassed that you are getting as aroused by this as you are… and more embarrassed that you don’t have a free hand to wipe away the precum you are oozing out.

Laura wraps her hand around your waist to support your weight, as the more the girls talk and tease your body, the harder it becomes to walk. Laura’s hands moving closer to your groin, is making you throb, as she blushes and coos. They realize the effect their teasing is having on you, and choose to revel in it.

You start to pant loudly through your growing smile, as you consider your fortune in the current situation of being without teacher supervision, naked among these beautiful playful girls. You close your eyes in bliss as you approach the end of the path and enter the clearing, completely exposed and at maximum arousal.

The girls realize before you do though, that you aren’t the only students hiding out back here. They pull you into the open, your boner leading the way as you emerge in front of a group of a half dozen of your more rebellious classmates, hiding away as they skip class.

You are lost in fantasy and it takes you a moment to react before then then struggling with the girls to free your hands and cover yourself. The girls laugh at this hysterically, getting the attention of everyone in the glade. Suddenly everyone is staring at you... a stunningly naked figure appearing suddenly.

A guy with black torn pants, black hair, and smoking a cigarette comments “What’s this?… You guys capturing prisoners?”

Deisy responds quickly “He’s not a prisoner!” as the girls release your arms… but she is interrupted before she can add more.

“A sacrifice to the gods then? Hardcore…”

“Caleb, don’t joke about that!” snips a punky girl with short dyed red hair. “You guys can fit in here as long as you don’t need privacy for whatever you’re doing.” gesturing ambiguously towards you standing awkwardly nude.

You attempt to justify yourself, spitting out “We, were just”… before being interrupted by Emmy

“He’s just shy”... Emmy adds, seemingly herself unembarrassed to be seen in her underwear. She and the other girls maneuver from behind you and waste no time finding places to sit amongst the other students, now making the clearing quite crowded. Kenita giving both your butt cheeks a double tap she passes.

You remain standing, alone and embarrassed, feeling your barely covered erection throb in your hands. “Why is this happening to me?” you think to yourself, hoping in vain that your arousal will fade. Every sensation - The grass under your bare feet, the sun on your exposed skin, and the breeze between your legs - accomplishes the opposite and thrills a part of you you hadn’t met before.

Small talk continues between the two groups of students, but you hang back, and consider even hiding in the bushes until you hear your teacher.

The red-haired girl watches you still standing there awkwardly, and attempts to diffuse your discomfort. She catches your eye, and the rest of the group quiets to hear her speak.

“Walking around naked out here is a pretty badass move... I respect that.” she chimes. “I’m Kira by the way…. You’re John, right?”

“Yeah…” you respond, a little caught off-guard why Kira would know you.

Kira and the girl next to her scoot apart making room for you to sit with them, and waving you over. “Come join us John… we don’t bite”

You stand there still ****, silently thinking in circles looking for some other option than committing to sitting naked in the middle of a crowd of strangers. Many of the girls from class were from a broader mix of social circles and had some friendships with the people now ogling your naked body, but to you they were from another world.

The clearing feels very intimate now, with all the bodies packed in here, **** to squeeze in closely to all fit in this small clearing. The other students here are all covered in long pants and shirts. As take each barefoot step on the small patches of ground between people, you can’t help but notice the contrast of your blindingly bare body among a sea of denim and flannel.

“Cute butt!” “this is so awesome!” and other gossip you hear from the crowd, as you maneuver through.

Kira reaches out to grab your hand and pull you the rest of the way to her, but you continue instead to cover yourself with both hands, holding your shaft as it throbs. You fumble around as you try and keep your balance without your hands, and with your pounding heartbeat. Eventually you find your footing and spin around, sitting cross legged.

It’s an ungraceful dance, trying to sit down without showing too much of your nude body. Your heart is racing from the anxiety of so many people quietly watching you. Your dick is still throbbing harder with unwanted excitement that you don’t yourself understand. You take a moment to catch your breath and calm yourself before you explain your situation, only to have Kira interrupt your train of thought by gently placing her hand on your leg, just above your knee.

“I promise we’re all cool here. You don’t have to cover yourself if you don’t want.” Kira says softly, while looking into your eyes with a empathetic smile. She then gently moves her other hand on top of yours.

After a moment of this, Emmy sighs loudly in frustration. “Why are you being weird?…”

“I'm naked in front of a bunch of people I don't know… “

“Well here's a chance to get to know us!” Kira responds, smiling smugly.

Emmy gets up and moves behind you and puts her hands on your waist. Despite her numerous eccentricities, she manages to have no patience for other people's.

“You're being rude… don't make us look bad.” she says as she pushes you forward, forcing you to step over people in the crowd. You awkwardly dance your way around, trying to keep your balance while still covering yourself with both hands.