A helpful yet flirty girl

You didn’t pay much attention before, too distracted by everything to really notice how she looked, but this girl is just as attractive as the blonde who grabbed your cock.

Your desk mate has brown hair, all tied up into a high ponytail. Her skin isn’t quite pale, but she clearly doesn’t get a lot of sun, and her eyes are like emeralds. Her chest is about average-sized, probably C-cups, and they’re as perky as her smile. But you don’t need to know measurements. As far as your dick’s throbbing is concerned, boobs are boobs.

You sit down at the hard wood table, with the leather chair consuming your round behind. You never have felt this sensations before, your bare butt touching such a smooth material besides pants. You scoot up as close as you can to hide your body. It’s the best cover you’ve had since stripping in the first place. All the girls give you one last desirous stare before Ms. Graves clears her throat, prompting them all to focus on class once more. Her class now as back in order as it could possibly be with a naked boy sitting in it, she begins going over the material.

For the first time since this all started, you feel yourself calming down. While your cock doesn’t go flaccid, it’s twitching and leaking stops now that it is no longer the center of attention. You might actually be able to try and pay attention to the class.

Except, you don’t have a pencil. You don’t have anything for that matter. The only piece of paper you had was your schedule, and Ms. Graves has that right now.

You feel a tapping on your thigh, making you jump in your seat. Ms. Graves glares at you, but goes on with her lesson. You look at the girl you’ve been sitting with, and see her slide a few sheets of paper and a pencil across the desk to you. Despite her making you look like a fool earlier by giving you the wrong answer, this girl's continued assistance has been the one shining light of today.

“Thank y-” But before you can finish, she puts her finger over your mouth, silencing you. She leans in close and whispers quietly to you.

“Prof. Graves can be a little strict so don’t make too much noise.” She says.

Understatement of the year it may be, you understand what this girl is telling you.

“Got it. Sorry. And thank you for the paper.” You whisper back. She carefully scoots her chair closer, her skirt covered thigh pressing against your bare one. You blush a little at the close contact.

“I’m Taylor, by the way.”

“Um, nice to meet you. I’m Heath.” You say. She giggles.

“I know.”

Your eyebrow furrows a bit at this. Ms. Graves never actually announced your name to the class. Did she tell them before?

“You do?”

“Yeah, right before this semester, we got news of a naked man attending the school. We had to watch this campus wide instructional video about you too.” She says.

The reminder that literally everyone here knows that you’re running around naked makes you blush again.

“What did they say?”

“They told us that you were gonna be some kind of huge pervert who’d try and do all these nasty things to us.” She replies.

“Do things to you?”

“Oh yeah. There was a whole slideshow on what to do if you ask us to touch you. They said any suspicious behavior is to be reported immediately to staff.”

Learning that not only everyone in the school already knows about you, but that they’ve been warned you’ll probably sexually harass them doesn’t help your opinion on today. It’s no wonder all the girls feel no problem ogling you, they all think you’re enjoying this. Your erection probably doesn’t help things either.

“So what’s the deal, naked boy? How’d you convince the principal to let you attend an All Women’s College while running around with your cock out?”

“I… what?!” You ask, a little too loudly.

“Mr. McCoy.” Ms. Graves says, standing with her arms crossed in frustration. “I have been incredibly patient with you already today. This is your final warning. Am I clear?”

“Um… yes Prof. Graves.” You say.

She continues staring for a moment, which the other girls in class use as a chance to stare at you again, doing your erection no favors. Finally she goes back to saying something about derivatives and integrals and the class resumes. You look back over at Taylor, and see her silently giggling. For some reason this only makes you blush even more, and you turn away from her and try focusing on your paper.

“Aw, don’t get all shy on me now, naked boy. C'mon, spill.” Taylor says. “This is all still review. I’ll give ya all my notes on quadratic equations and statistical probabilities…” Taylor bargains.

She gets a devious grin on her face, and puts her hand on your thigh.

“Unless there’s something else you want instead?” She says, a little more breathy than before.

It takes a lot of self control, but you restrain yourself from another outburst of shock and confusion to avoid whatever Ms. Graves plans to do to you if you upset her again. You slide your own hand to hers, and carefully remove it from your body. You can’t help but notice how soft her skin is.

“I… um… just the notes, please.” You say. Taylor makes a pouty face, before leaning closer to you.

“If you say so, nudie cutie. Now explain.” She says.

The next few minutes you spend explaining to Taylor the ridiculous circumstance by which you came to attend this school in nothing but your shoes and your smile. Repeating it out loud to someone for the first time, you realize how insane it all sounds, and almost feel it would be more believable that you were doing this by choice.