A saviour

Still wary about people seeing her hands near her pussy, Amy folded her arms over her breasts and turned towards the wall. While that exposed her bare backside to the rest of the quad at least her crotch was relatively hidden. She looked up at the sun overhead and silently plead that it would hurry up and do it's work.

"Um... excuse me." a quiet, female voice said alongside her. "I thought you might want these."

Amy turned to find a bookish looking girl watching her. She had short brown hair and a pair of spectacles, and was wearing very conservative, very brown clothing, including an ankle-length skirt and a cardigan. Despite this, however, Amy noted that she had a cute face. And, more importantly, she was holding a plate containing two fluffy looking pancakes.

The girl extended the plate to Amy. Completely forgetting about her modesty, Amy turned towards the girl and eagerly grabbed the plate. Using her hands, she scooped up a pancake and stuffed it in her mouth. As the taste of hot, buttery sweetness filled her mouth, she closed her eyes and 'mm'd appreciatively. She began to wolf it down.

"I should have helped out sooner." the girl replied. "Only nobody else seemed to be doing anything and... well... I didn't want to stand out."

Amy almost choked on her food as she gave an unexpected snort. "Stand out? I'm walking around in the buff and you're worried about standing out?"

The girl frowned. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be dismissive of you-"

"No, sorry. That was rude of me."

With the pancakes finished, Amy placed the plate upon the ground and set about licking her fingers clean. She quickly pulled them away once she remembered where they'd been. Covering her breasts, Amy smiled at the girl.

"Thank you. Really. That was the kindest thing anyone has done for me all day."

"That's okay. I just wanted to... since you were... I thought I'd..." Amy did not notice, but the girl's hands had unconsciously reached behind her own back and was fumbling with the zipper of her skirt. She shook her head and lowered her hands. "That is to say... I had hoped we might be friends."

"That's up to you, but I might be something of a social pariah after this. Can't imagine many people are going to want to be associated with the crazy naked girl."

"Are you not known for doing this?" the girl asked.

Amy blinked. "Wait. People have been telling you I do this all the time?"

The girl looked surprised. "Oh, no! It's just that today is my first day here and I thought... well. I thought perhaps it was a regular occurrence. You just seemed so natural at it."

"Too natural." Amy replied. The girl giggled.

"My name is Gretna." she said. "And... if I may be so bold... I would love to talk to you and find out how you... well, why you're doing this and how others might... I mean, the legality of it is fascinating and..." Gretna's hands were fiddling with her skirt zipper again. "I've love to hear how one attends college nude."