Out to the auditorium...

You have three minutes left until noon. You step towards the door, and reach your hand on the handle. Then with a small shake of your head, you take your hand off. You reach out again and open it slowly. There's nobody around. You stick your head out and scan the halls. Everybody must be in the auditorium. You listen carefully, and hear the low murmur of many voices a ways away.

You cover yourself with your hands and step into the hall in your bare feet. Your breathing is ragged from excitement and shock at what you are doing. You try to adjust your skirt, pulling it down a few inches to try to hide something, but the elastic slips, and it falls around your ankle. Dejectedly you return it to its former position.

Covering your breasts and pussy in your hands, you head down the stairs until you reach two large doors. You can hear the voices from within, and then everyone quiets down as you hear an old voice start to speak. Slowly you open the door and peek in. The room is packed with students in similar clothes, all staring towards the front of the room, where an old nun stands, talking into a microphone. Nobody turns towards you, to your relief.

Your cheeks blazing, your body on fire, you slowly slip into the room, heading towards the back of the crowd. A girl turns, but you are close enough that she only sees your face, and she looks back. Hoping that this is the right strategy, you push your way in, trying to hide yourself among the others, hoping they won't look down. Your face is BURNING, your stomach jumping up and down. You've slipped in past five or six people, and nobody's said anything unusual. Strange...

You look around you, everyone's looking ahead. All the bodies are pressed close together, you feel people on all sides of you, covering you. You hope nobody feels your bare skin and realizes what you're wearing.

You listen to the announcement, and hear your classes. The nun continues to drone on. Five minutes pass, then ten. Something's weird though. The pressure from behind you has gotten a bit bigger, but you don't want to turn around and make everyone look at you, because any movement is heard by everyone. You feel a warmth encircle one of your ass cheeks. Somebody's hand is cupping your ass!

You gasp loudly, and squirm, and people turn, most turning away immediately. One boy is about to turn away, but he looks you over again and notices your body. His mouth opens, and his eyes widen, his face quickly shifting into a grin as he stares you up and down. After a few seconds though, he turns away, after giving you a bold wink.

Shame fills you, but the hand doesn't leave. You realize that any sound will get you noticed, you got lucky last time. You cover your mouth, stifling your loud breathing as an unknown pair of hands fondles your ass, kneading and pressing into your soft butt cheeks.