Very Revealing

Because she had only buttoned up halfnher blouse, as she was bent over, her left breast popped out without her knowing. When she finally stood up, the entire class was treated to an unobstructed view of her body from her hips to her ankles as well as one bare breast. Tracy had to stifle a giggle as her former babysitter accidentally exposed herself more. Courtney took the shocked silence as quiet respect for her, so she continued her lecture before passing out the course syllabus to each student. As she walked around the room, Tracy noticed that because ofbthebother breast hanging out, it had tugged a button open, so now the blouse was open to her bellybutton. It seemed the rest of the class noticed, as she could hear comments from the other students.

"Is she for real?"

"Is this a test?"

"Such a slut."

"I don't care, she's hot!"

"Wouldn't mind staying after class with her..."

Courtney either ignored the low murmurs or didn't hear them. She reached her desk and went over the syllabus, highlighting the paper due at the end of the semester, which was to incorporate everything in the course that they'd learned. An outline of the first part was due at the end of the week. At the end of class, Courtney took questions.

"Hi Doctor, I'm...don't take this the wrong way, but are your boob's real?" a boy asked, his classmates snickering.

Courtney blushed, but knew a question like this was inevitable both due to the fact this was a sexuality class and her breasts were probably bouncing about under blouse due to her lack of bra. Of course she still didn't now she also lacked a skirt and had uncovered one of her breasts.

"Well, to be frank, yes they're real, but this is as far as you'll get to actually see them. I'm not some cheap girl on the internet." Courtney said, making sure they didn't get any ideas.

Of course, the class assumed this meant they could look, but not touch, so no one questioned it. Tracy held up her hand, and Courtney felt obligated to answer.

"Hey, er, I think there's a typo on here..." Tracy said, gesturing to the syllabus.

Courtney knew her syllabus backwards and forwards, and didn't think there would be any mistakes, so she didn't think to print out a copy for herself. She had to walk over to Tracy's desk and lean over to see what the problem was. As she was bent over, several students decided to take their phones out to capture their professor's naked ass. Tracy took the opportunity to use her free hand and unbutton the rest of Courtney's blouse. With the fabric falling away from her body, Courtney was unaware of what Tracy was doing. Once she was done, Tracy feigned understanding (not really finding a typo in the first place), and Courtney stood back up, now with everything from her neck down completely exposed in the front.

Courtney walked back to the front and waited for another question. She sat on the edge of her desk and leaned back, her blouse falling from her shoulders. Due to her posture, the fabric fell all the way off her arms and pooled at her wrists. Seeing the sea of hands in the air before her now, Slshe called on a girl in the front.

"Um, as a professor, a Doctor no less, so you think your outfit-" she began.

RRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!

The bell rang, signaling the end of class, cutting the girl off.

"Oh, I'm sorry we ran out of time, you may ask me that question during office hours, 2pm ton3pm. Oh, and make sure you all read chapter one tonight!" Courtney called out as everyone left.

That is, everyone but Tracy. She decided to take lingering case Courtney discovered her undressed state and needed a "friend" to comfort her. However, she watched in shock as Courtney stood up, and saw her blouse fall off her wrists and sail to the floor. It didn't look like Courtney realized what happened either. Courtney was running on adrenaline from teaching her first class, so she was completely unaware of her exposure. But she saw Tracy taking longer to leave, so she walked up to her and tried to help.

"Anything I can help you with?" Courtney asked.

"No, books just don't always want to go inside my bag, you know?" Tracy said, trying not to stare at her naked babysitter-turned-professor.

"What did you think of my first lecture? I hope I wasn't too strict."

"Trust me, everyone loved you." Tracy said, putting her backpack on and backing towards Courtney's desk.

"Oh good, I was worried that I came off as a bit of a stuffy old crone like all their other professors."

"Trust me, Courtney. You were ANYTHING but stuffy and old."

"Was there anything you can think of that I might need to work on?"

"Maybe...if you wrote more on the blackboard, it would be easier to follow your lecture?" Tracy offered, both needing an excuse for Courtney to turn away from her, and also to actually help her fellow students.

Courtney walked toothed blackboard and began to write the outline for the first chapter. Tracy snatched the blouse off the floor and wadded it up, stuffing it behind her, wedging it between her backpack and her back. Courtney finished and turned around.

"Is this OK?" The naked professor asked.

"Yeah, that makes it much easier to take notes. That way, we know what topic your talking about, and not just jumping from one to another." Tracy said.

"Okay, thanks. You'd better get to your next class or you'll be late."

Tracy smiled and waved bye to Courtney. As she left, she noticed the skirt was already gone, which was fine. However, she was confused to swe Courtney's next class waiting in the hall.

"Oh, thanks for waiting instead of going in." Tracy said

"We thought an art class was finishing up, and didn't want to disturb the nude model." a girl said.

An idea formed in Tracy's head, and hoped it would work to prolong Courtney's exposure.

"Oh, no. That's Dr. Orlov alright. See, she's conducting an experiment. I shouldn't be telling you this, but she's trying to see how distracted you are by her naked body, illustrating the sexualization of the female body. My class failed, immediately asking about her nudity. See, she's trying to teach how nudity should feel commonplace, and not sexual. So, whatever you do, don't mention it. Don't joke about it, don't even whisper about it. If she suddenly acts embarrassed and asks for clothes, MAKE SURE you act as if she's fully clothed, cuz that's how she reacted when we asked her about it, and once we all offered her clothes, she told us we'd failed. She said it won't affect your grade, but I'd like to see if all her classes can resist and turn her experiment in on itself. Who knows? Maybe she'll teach naked for the entire semester?!" Tracy explained.

With that, Tracy turned and walked away, hearing the murmurs of excitement, apprehension, and lust. She knew Courtney would be in for a hell of a day. Meanwhile she sprinted to her next class, making sure to throw Courtney's blouse in the trash along the way.