Your first class of the day

"I don't want to be late to calculus," Sarah finishes. You nod and stand up, tossing your empty coffee cup into a nearby trash can. Sarah hesitates before getting up, looking at you with a pleading expression, but you just smile at her innocently. She sighs and stands up, trying in vain to ignore the looks she starts to draw from the other students now that her naked ass and pussy are no longer hidden beneath the tabletop. She throws her own garbage into the can and hefts her backpack into one shoulder, adjusting it so it doesn't cover her bottom at all.

"After you," you motion for her to go first with a gentlemanly nod. The color rises on her cheeks again, but she walks out ahead of you anyway, and you follow along behind her. You give her one more slap on her bare butt as you exit the café, drawing a surprised yelp from Sarah and some snickers from a group of guys at a nearby table.

Okay, this is mean, you think to yourself as the two of you start walking to the lecture hall. After I've had my fun today I'll let her go back to normal. Eventually. Probably.

It's a beautiful sunny morning outside and Sarah immediately starts drawing more stares as she walks. Despite her obvious embarrassment she makes no attempt to cover herself up, just as you specified. Her firm little buttcheeks jiggle invitingly with every step she takes, and the neatly-trimmed patch of pubic hair on her mound might as well be a bright red arrow pointing to her exposed pussy. Her face and ears burn as she makes her way through the gauntlet of leers, whistles and catcalls that come her way from most of the boys and even a few of the girls that you pass on the way. Even with all the attention she's getting, nobody tries to tell her to cover herself, and nobody but you touches her—so far, every part of your 'dream' appears completely accurate. You think a silent thank-you to whatever strange deity, demon, or destiny that gave you this new ability.

You reach the building after a few minutes and file into the large lecture hall. The room is still empty enough that you have your pick of the seats, and you look for a row nearer the back of the room as usual. Most of the material in this class is just review for you; the math program in your high school was very good, even if the college wouldn't accept your AP credits due to some bureaucratic snafu. That suits you well enough most days, as you typically zone out or play games on your laptop during class without missing anything important... and today in particular your mind is on other things.

You spot one of those other things sitting in the third row of seats—your mutual friend Ashley, who waves you and Sarah over when she sees you enter. You sit down next to Ashley, and Sarah takes the seat on the other side of you, sitting back in the chair and spreading her legs just as she did in the café. Ashley chuckles quietly when she sees Sarah exposing herself this way. "John's making this a no-pants day for you again, huh?"

"He won't even let me cover my pussy this time," Sarah grumbles.

You shrug with a grin. "Hey, as a clothing controller I feel like I would be selfish if I let a cute little twat like this stay hidden from the world!" You reach over between Sarah's splayed legs and give her pouty outer labia a gentle squeeze. She squirms in further embarrassment at being handled so intimately in public, but makes no move to stop you. You're about to stop teasing her on your own when you notice something you hadn't expected. "Sarah, are you wet right now?" you ask in surprise. You part her pussy lips with your thumb and forefinger, and sure enough, a few thin threads of sticky girl-wetness stretch between her delicate pink inner labia, faintly glistening in the dim lecture hall light.

"S-shut up!" Sarah protests weakly as you continue to examine her pussy. "I can't help it—everyone was looking at me—ooh, this always happens when you do this to me!" She sinks further into her chair, her face and chest flushed pink with a mixture of shame and what you now recognize as arousal.

"Aww, look at our poor little exhibitionist!" Ashley laughs. "Maybe you should keep her like this longer, John, it might be good for her!" She leans over you and leers at Sarah's exposed privates with a lascivious grin, rubbing in her friend's predicament a little bit more.

Sarah isn't as helpless as she appears, though. "Maybe John should leave me alone and play with you for a while instead, how about that?" she retorts.

It's like she read your mind—or more likely, noticed you eye Ashley's cleavage as she leaned across you. The two girls are a study in contrasts—compared to Sarah's petite runner's figure, Ashley is tall and voluptuous, with wide hips, a soft tummy and full heavy breasts. Olive skin and long glossy black hair are set off by her outfit, a flowing casual dress of soft gray fabric that clings to her generous curves. You were hopelessly smitten with her the first time you met, but she's only interested in other women, so you were never able to act on it. Until today...

Sarah walked faster than usual on the way here, no doubt to minimize the amount of time she would have to be exposed outdoors, and you have a few minutes before class starts. How do you spend them?