"I'm so proud of you!"

"...what?"

"You heard me, sweetie, I'm proud! You did such a brave thing, for the sake of everyone's education! And you were brave enough to take matters of your satisfaction into your own hands by signing up for this. Because it sure seems you were having a lot of fun there. Look, even if you just did it for that, I'm still happy for you."

"N-no, no no no, I didn't enjoy that, it was totally humiliating!"

"I'm sure it was. But that droopy smile on your face toward the end of the last part... well, a woman usually only looks like that when she enjoys herself. It's totally fine if you like getting exposed, and being embarrassed. You don't have to be ashamed of your turn-ons, you can talk to me about that anytime."

"It's not a turn-on...", Anna protested feebly, but it was already clear that her mother had constructed her own truth. Any further objections just added to her narrative. "Look, just... make sure dad doesn't see it, and don't show it to anyone! ...please."

"Okay then. But you really don't have to keep up this charade! You can talk about your fetish with me. I can maybe even arrange for some other outlets, if that sex ed thing is only one-time."

"Please don't. Really, I mean it."

"If you say so... but I'll look out for it regardless. ...oh, wow, that vibrator. I didn't try butt stuff when I was your age. ...did you like that? We could go shopping for one, or other toys, if you want."

"I- that- no thanks. Something else... could you... uhm..."

Pick me up from school, because I'm still naked. Get my bag from the lost and found, because all my clothes are still in there. Bring clothes so I can get dressed. No, she couldn't say any of those things. If her mother found out she was streaking around the school, it would confirm her belief even more.

"...make pancakes for lunch today? I'm craving pancakes."

"Alright. I bet you're starving after that much action!" Her mother giggled, while Anna cringed. "See you later, then!"

"Bye, mom... love you." Just as she hung up, the secretary - still without looking up, thank god - yelled at her:

"Now that you're done, could you please get lost? I've only got ten minutes left to get this stuff here completed, before half the school barges in here to get this form, and that form, and hand in parent letters and doctor's notes..."

Ten minutes until end of class?! When did so much time pass? If Anna didn't hurry, the hallways would get crowded, and if what the secretary lady was saying prove to be true, many of them would come right here!

So, what where her options? Mr. Jones could help her. But was he even still in the building? He had no reason to stay in the health class room, and he didn't have a class to teach, so he probably just went home. The only other people she could ask for help were... the students of that class, who had seen everything anyways. Anna didn't know how to find them, though. Last option: the boy against whose mouth she had... rubbed her genitals. No. That was the last person who should ever find out about her. She wanted to forget that situation as quickly as possible.

She was on her own, then. Getting to the lost-and-found-office, somehow getting her bag without showing her body, getting dressed, and then getting home as fast as possible. Showering beforehand, so that she wouldn't soil her clothes with her wetness, would be really nice, but Anna wasn't sure she would want to risk it.

Nine minutes left. The lost-and-found was on the opposite side of the school building. There were only few minutes to spare.