Outdoor Biology Class

As you trekked through the halls of campus, with hundreds of eyes staring at your bare body, you felt a dreadful sensation wash over you. You couldn't tell if it was just the post masturbation clarity kicking your ass, but it finally dawned on you how exposed you truly are. You tried to cover your breasts with your arms and paper schedule, but your pristine pussy and round ass were on full display for the boys around you. No matter what you did, nothing could hide your body good enough.

You sped through campus to get to your biology class, trying your best to ignore the guys commenting on and complementing your body. You could barely breathe as you held back your nervous yelps behind a crimson blush and crooked smile. Even in your current state of dress you wanted to be polite.

After several agonizing minutes of embarrassment across campus, you managed to find your outdoor biology class, or at least what you believed to be your class. It was taking place in the main courtyard, squarely in the middle of campus. You saw a large circle of wooden slab chairs carved from dark brown oak logs. Several students were already sitting down, talking amongst themselves or playing little games to pass the time. That was until you got closer to the class, as most of the guys immediately spotted you.

Just like you’re first class, there were a mixture of reactions from the boys. Most had their mouths agape, refusing to believe a woman, let alone a naked woman no less was on campus. Others snickered at you, reveling in the absurdity of the situation. One guy in particular, a shorter blonde hair guy refused to even look you in the eyes, or your body for that matter. You could tell he’s blushing despite his head being turned away from you.

“Helllllooo, Miss McCoy!” Said the professor in an exaggerated tone. His ginger hair and beard along with his spotless white lab coat made him easier to spot than a penguin in the Sahara desert. He walked up to you and held his hand out.

“Erm… h-hi….” You pensively held your hand out, trying your best to keep your boobs covered.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you! I’ve heard great things if your academic record is to be trusted!” The Professor shook your hand firmly, inadvertently causing your womanly curves to shake too, much to the pleasure of the guys around you.

“I’m Professor Schmidt, head of the science department and president of our university’s research center, but for today’s purposes till the end of the semester I’ll be your biology professor!” Mr. Schmidt said before letting go of your hand.

“Hey, Prof. Schmidt!” One loud guy exclaimed across the class. “I thought this was Biology 101, not Intro to Anatomy!” He and several other students began to laugh, pointing out your obviously exposed body.

“Hey!” Mr. Schmidt’s attitude shifted on a dime. “Just because Miss McCoy is forced into a limited wardrobe doesn’t give you the excuse to harass her!”

“Come on, Professor! It was just a joke!” The man said with a look of confusion in his eyes. “I mean, she’s got her whole vagina handing out and everything! You telling me we can’t talk about it?”

“Firstly…” Professor Schmidt knelt down and gestured at your pussy. “This isn’t the Vagina, as many of you have been mistaken to believe. The vaginal lips and clitoris make up what is medically called, the vulva. The interior genitalia is what you’d call the vagina.”

Despite being careful not to touch you, you felt a wave of heat wash over your body as this professor you’ve only just met was using your body as an impromptu model for an anatomy lesson. Your legs shock each time Mr. Schmidt got close to touching your bare thighs, or heavens worse, your womanhood as he educated the rude heckler.

Yet, embarrassingly enough, along with a shock, you felt a jolt of excitement rush down your spine as he just barely grazed your nude flesh. This feeling was similar to what you felt in your last class, and when you masturbated in front of Marcus.

After spouting more medical jargon, Schmidt realized the position he put you in and stood up straight. “Sorry, Miss McCoy. I’m just… really passionate on the subject of anatomy. If you could just take that seat next to Mr. Kilmer.” The Professor said with a streak of red blush across his cheeks.

“Y-Yes sir…” You replied timidly, hoping no one saw how wet your pussy after the mock presentation. For someone who hated being the center of attention, it seems your body almost craves it.

You rushed to your seat, using your free hand to cover your ass as you passed several leering boys. The shy boy you saw earlier was still looking away from you, and now his whole body was turned away. You felt bad, but then remembered you’re the one in the compromised situation here.

You sat down on the wooden log and you can’t help but feel uncomfortable. The wood was rough and ashy against your soft rear, so much so, you could feel the imperfections and cracks in the wood. This was so much worse than the plastic chairs inside.