This one's empty too.

Like before, Anna slowly opened the door and looked into the classroom. It was dark like before while the movie was playing, only now this room was also empty. Anna smiled, feeling safe again. Now there was not one, but two rooms that she basically had all to herself.

On her bare feet, the half naked girl walked towards the desk where she was sitting, and saw her backpack on the ground underneath it. She placed her hand on the seat, feeling that it was still warm to the touch. Her knees trembled.

She was free to get dressed again, but why hurry? How often did she get two different classrooms to herself? How often did she get to be so undressed at school and be able to have fun with it?

Her luck was unbelievable. Moments ago, she was carefully removing clothes with students all around, but she was a little too afraid to do much more to her top half. Now, all she could think about was how the fabric of her shirt tickled her backsides, and bared its weight on her shoulders.

Anna's face felt hot with blush. It was risky, but she craved doing this. Her hands gripped her shirt, and slowly slid it off over her shoulders. The feeling of the fabric rubbing against her smooth skin almost made her lose balance, as she let the shirt slide off of her wrists and fall to the ground.

All the brunette had remaining was her bra.

Clothing brought a feeling of security in the form of firm fits and small amounts of weight on ones shoulders. In the opposite state like Anna was in, there was multiple feelings. One of them was vulnerability, the other was freedom.

Anna crossed her arms over her chest to cover her only remaining piece of clothing. It contrasted greatly with the rest of her skin, but she was having the time of her life. She was no longer worried about missing class. She'd deal with that another day. This was more important.

Now clad in only a bra, Anna looked down at her shirt on the ground. If she needed to be covered, she would have to duck behind a desk, slip the shirt on, and then get everything else from her backpack. The isolation from her clothing made her heart pound in a way that made her feel like her blood was on fire. This had to be pushed further.

So, Anna picked up her shirt and her backpack. Then she quickly stuffed the shirt inside, further making it a little more difficult for her to redress. Her brain was screaming at her to stop, but she couldn't. She just couldn't.

Anna stood there, looking at all of the clothes in her backpack. She wasn't sure how she lost control of herself so quickly, but she didn't want to stop.