Time to finally go to sleep

The moment I hit my mattress I was out like a light. What finally woke me from my slumber was my phone falling off of my night cabinet. It had been vibrating like crazy and had simply crawled its way to the edge and fallen off. Apparently I'd somehow managed to hold onto it all night and had even put it down its usual place. As I lay there feeling satisfied that I had had the mindset to do that at least, I once more realized it had fallen off my nightstand, vibrating hard. Shit. Scrambling upright as fast as I could, I grabbed it from the floor and looked at why it was buzzing. My morning alarm. Looking at the clock as I turned on the screen, needing a brief moment to adjust to the sudden burst of light, I saw I had overslept by almost 30 minutes.

This was so bad. Now, oversleeping might not seem so terrible. Why not just sneak into my lecture a little early? Normally I'd have no problem with it, except I had a lecture from one of the biggest hard-asses in my college, possibly even the world. Mr. Deacon was notorious for scolding people ho arrived late, no matter the size of the attending crowd or how little they disturbed his classes. According to him it was to instill the importance to us of arriving on time, but in reality he just wanted to flaunt his authority to anyone he could. I still had some time before his lecture would start, but no way I'd get there in time.

As I sat upright on my bed, looking down at my naked figure I was reminded of the fact that I still had this collar. I could use it to sneak in, and he'd be none the wiser. That would be perfectly alright, except for the fact I'd have to go to class buck naked, either by going there naked from my dorm or undressing nearby. Neither option seemed favorable, but I needed to follow this class. Aside from being Dictator Time, Mr. Deacon was also someone who didn't offer any books or PowerPoints for his course, and you were supposed to listen and take notes. This meant that if you missed a lecture you either needed to get a friend to pass their notes onto you, or you might as well consider a chunk of your final grade lost. Again, neither great options. I had no connection with anyone who took this class and the exam was already going to be difficult enough, leaving me with the same option still.

I was nervous about really, seriously considering this, and I couldn't think for long or I'd miss too much. Notes I could take on my phone maybe? I could even hold my phone close to Mr Deacon and let some kind of speech program take over. I could even record his lecture. All of them excellent options, provided I turned my phone invisible too and made sure it was dead silent. Any noise would immediately make him pretty suspicious. That was everything I needed to immediately figure out done for. After a minute or so of prep, I decided to get dressed and undress nearby somewhere, as walking barefoot all the way to campus didn't seem so enjoyable. I put on something easy to take off, and easy to stash: a bra, panties, sundress and some sandals. It would be a bit chilly perhaps, but it fit for what I needed.

The walk over to campus wasn't that long. On the way I got one or two strange looks because of the very much out of place black leather collar around my neck above a light blue sundress and below some fiery red locks, but I'd have to learn to live with them. This collar was proving to be incredibly useful.

When I finally got to campus, the lecture had started about five minutes ago. I already had an idea for stashing my stuff, so I hurried along to the women' s bathroom, making sure nobody saw me come in as they might begin to wonder when I don't come out. Moving down to the last stall, which was adorned with a small "Out Of Order" sign, I went inside and got to work. Before anything else I activated the collar and made sure to turn myself invisible along with my phone, which i had attached this time with a simple piece of string, making it much less of a hassle to attach and detach. With that done, I first slipped my sandals into my empty bag, followed by my dress.

Once it was inside, I looked down and my stomach turned a little as I saw myself standing there in my underwear, while my panties were ever so slightly soaked. Not being able to dally for too long, I took off my bra and panties a well and stuffed into the bag, which I then hid into the big box at the back of the broken toilet, which had been mostly emptied. My stuff should be safe there unless they chose today of all days to fix this damn thing. I still remember stashing some weed in there once last year when I was trying to hide it from the anti-**** assembly they were holding then. Giving my bag of clothes one last look, I carefully opened the door of the stall. Seeing nobody inside I stepped out, confronted with the mirror in front of me.

I wasn't there.

Which wasn't to say nothing was there. I could just about make out some floating things about as high as my head. Walking up closer to the reflection I finally realised what it was: Warren's dried up cum. Feeling a wave of disgust hit me, I immediately got to washing as I realized that was why everyone outside was staring at me, most likely. If I wasn't already from being naked in a public bathroom, I'd have gone beet red. After getting every last bit of it off (which was easy to check in the mirror), I continued on my way. Reflexively I felt the need to cover up my pussy and breasts. It made walking quite hard so eventually I got used to not covering up, which felt amazing in a sense. After surviving a minor heart attack when a student ran past me, I finally made it to the door where Mr Deacon was giving his lecture. The door had been left ever so slightly ajar, which gave me enough leeway to gently push it open and sneak in.

Standing ahead of me was Mr Deacon, turned to the students in his lecture. His graying salt and pepper beard moving frantically up and down as his spoke while his strong arms waved around in a frenzy. Despite my hatred for his character, I had to admit he didn't look half bad for a man his age. Seeing that he didn't turn to even look at the door, it was clear he didn't see me. This let me step inside and turn to look to my left, which was perhaps quite the mistake. As I turned around I came eye to eye with about 100-150 people all looking in the general direction of my naked body. At least I managed to hold back a moan as my knees gave out ever so slightly, causing me stumble and drop my phone.

Everyone looked at the source of the noise.

Everyone was now looking at me.

I fell to my knees as my thighs got drenched and my nipples turned to diamonds. Mr. Deacon seemed to shrug off the noise and continued on as normal whilst I was left out of breath and as hot and heavy as a beast in heat. Showing myself off to Warren had been exciting, but this was on an entirely different scale. For the first few minutes I couldn't even move, fearing the slightest motion would make me lose control and cum. Eventually I managed to grab my phone off the floor, keeping my eyes cast downward, and turned it on to record Mr. Deacon's voice, which was enough. Quietly I crawled over the floor, still looking away from the crowd and place it on the edge of his desk to let it do its thing.

I had other plans.

I was gonna have some serious fun.