Let's stick with Benjamin for now.

That damn breeze just won't leave me alone! No matter how far into the building I go, that breeze just never seemed to cease, and for some goddamn reason, I could ever really feel it down in my nether-regions.

As if having to walk through my goddamn college campus completely nude wasn't humiliating enough, that public masturbation session that Becca gave me in the Human Anatomy course left me so unbelievably frustrated, and I if I touch my dick even a little bit (so no covering up, like, at all), I just know that it's going to get messy out here...

. . . goddammit, just the thought of ejaculating in the hallway of my school was something I never thought would actually become an issue in my life, but here we fucking are.

"Hold it right there!" I suddenly heard a shrill voice erupt from behind me. Jumping a bit from not expecting anyone to be there, I turn around and find myself with Dr. Tanya Elliott, the dean of the college.

"I - ulp!" I attempted to save face and explain myself, but that's all that came out. This could not have happened at a worse time. Denise was in trouble somewhere, I was still on edge after nearly cumming in front of the entirety of the Human Anatomy class, and now here comes the dean. How could this possibly get any worse?

"Mr. Stetson, if you will pardon my strong language, but what the hell are you doing?" Dr. Elliott squeaked, pushing her half-circle glasses up closer to her narrow brown eyes. "Just two months ago, I was made aware that you had suddenly dropped out with no reason given, and now I get the memo that you have returned, and are parading yourself around in the nude!"

As she spoke, I tried to get a word in, attempting to explain myself, but her booming voice thundered over mine. And I'm not even a quiet person. She's just that loud. "I mean, honestly! Here I am, running around campus like a chicken with its head cut off trying to make sense of all of the new naked students on campus between you, Mr. Ronajo, and Miss Selesky, and now I receive word that you're..." she physically recoiled at what was about to come out of her mouth. "...pleasuring yourself in class! I mean, HONESTLY! What in the hell is the matter with you?! Are you trying to turn this college into the laughingstock of our state?!!"

Trying my best to defuse the situation, I moved both of my hands up to try and get her to at least lower her voice, if not to get her to leave. "Dr. Elliott, please, you need to understand, I'm just trying to--". But her voice kept thundering on, building over my own. I looked around, hoping nobody's attention was being drawn towards us...

Wait, that's right. Who wouldn't have their attention on a naked guy because yelled at by the dean?

Suddenly, I saw my opportunity. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Noah, just as naked as I was (for reasons that I still don't fully understand), walking away from us, his ass clearly visible from where I was looking. "Dr. Elliott, look! It's Noah!" I gasped and pointed towards him.

Somehow, this worked. Dr. Elliott stopped berating me for just a moment to look behind her, and saw that bronze full moon that as Noah's rear end. "Mr. Ronajo!" Dr. Elliott shouted, making her way over to him before starting to investigate him for his nudity.

'I guess she's easily distracted,' I thought to myself, before turning back around and hurrying, hoping to get out of there before Dr. Elliott returned her attention to me. Thankfully, she seemed so invested in berating someone else for the moment that I was finally able to get away. Now I could actually hurry to that custodian's closet to find Denise. Hopefully.

As I approached the closet that Peter informed me about, I heard something else. Was that... sniffling? Is someone crying? I stopped for a moment and slapped my bare feet over towards the restrooms, and listened closely. Sounds of heavy breathing and further sniffling could be heard on the other side. I looked up at the sign next to the walk-in restrooms. It was a unisex bathroom, so there would be no fear of walking in, seeing someone of the opposite sex, and being labeled a pervert. Well, unless you're like me, I guess.

Impishly, I slowly pushed the door open and took a look inside to see what was going on.