Get (mostly) dressed

"Ummm, I don't quite know," I choked out a bit, "I don't think it's entirely appropriate to go to class like this."

I expected Tracy to put up a fuss, and to encourage me to take more risks in my life and enjoy the breeze a little bit longer. Instead, however, her next words caught me by surprise.

"I completely understand, Dr. Orlov," Tracy addressed me by my academic title even though I was still nude and had just hugged her not ten seconds ago, "it's a bit hard to adjust to this lifestyle all cold turkey. I gotta to class now, but here's your clothes back," she caught me by surprise as she threw my clothes back at me and I fumbled to catch them, "catch you later!"

"See you!" I waved back as Tracy retreated to the distance and I looked through my clothes. I quickly noticed that she hadn't given me back my bra or my panties. I looked back to see where she'd gone but she was nowhere to be found. Fuck! Now all I'd have would be my shirt, maxi skirt, and sandal heels. Oh well, the breeze was still nice, and I hoped my outfit wouldn't be too see-through.

I quickly swiped my shirt on, and then slid the skirt up my legs, tucking the shirt into the waistband and smoothing my hair out before picking my purse up. I started walking back to the quad, 20 minutes to go until the first class of my teaching career.