They get back to school

Taking a step into the courtyard, the two were greeted by a large number of naked students walking around in various states of undress, some still in their athletic gear and some completely nude like them. The girls in particular were quite a sight to behold, seeing their breasts bounce around as they walked and their asses swinging freely beneath them.

"Ahhh fuck- frick, this is so freaking weird..." Samantha breathed, feeling overwhelmed by all these people walking around in the buff. She looked up at the school building in trepidation, wondering how she would handle it if people saw her completely naked. Her body felt hot and sweaty, especially around her breasts and groin, and she felt uncomfortable about the amount of sweat that was pouring off her body. As if on cue, she felt goosebumps erupt all over her body. Her nipples were so sensitive that she could feel the heat coming off her skin as she stared up at the massive brick structure that loomed above her, her brain still reeling from the fact that she had willingly stripped in public for everyone to see.

Nate smiled at Samantha as she stood there, feeling shy and out of place. He could tell that she wasn't comfortable with this whole thing yet; he could see it on her face. But he also knew that she could handle it. He didn't know if she could handle the stares of hundreds of people at once, but she seemed like she had enough self-confidence to do it.

The naked girls and boys were separated from the clothed students and each other, taking a position at the east, west, and center of the courtyard. Each group of naked people was gathered around their respective wall, forming three circles.

Some of the naked students wore the provided modesty towels to cover their genitals while others had no such covering. Coach O'Shea must have never guessed that this many students would take up the offer to undress, because the towels varied in shape and size considerably: two girls huddled up in one giant bath towel, while one of the taller girls held a tiny white towel to her front, constantly readjusting whether it allowed her pussy or breasts to peek out. A boy had nothing but a wet washcloth hiding his erection.

There was a lot of eye contact and awkwardness between the groups of naked students, much to the confusion of the clothed students. Most of them just stood there, watching their peers and occasionally whispering to each other. They were still shocked to find that so many naked students were roaming.

"Okay, class! Get ready for our cool down!" yelled out Coach O'Shea as she strode across the courtyard towards them with a clipboard in hand. "I'm sure you've all noticed your fellow classmates already naked, so you're probably thinking 'What's going on? Why are they naked? Why is my teacher naked too?' Well, I'll explain everything soon, but first we're gonna do a few stretches." She pointed to each group of naked students. "The girls will go here, the boys over here... and lastly, you guys still wearing your gym uniform over there." She directed the students to the appropriate areas. "I want you guys to start stretching your muscles now." She turned around and began to walk to the opposite side of the courtyard when Samantha grabbed hold of her arm.

"Wait, were did you put our uniforms when we left them with you? Are we getting them back now?"

Coach O'Shea smiled, patting Samantha on the shoulder. "We're having them laundered. They should be done in a bit. Don't worry about them."

Samantha let go of her arm as she felt relieved that she would be wearing her gym shirt and shorts for another day.

Coach O'Shea continued walking towards her group of naked students, but then paused as she heard someone shouting for attention from somewhere near the middle of the courtyard.

"Hey, you! Naked guy! Come here!"

Nate raised his head and saw that it was a young female student standing at the edge of the courtyard, waving at him. He wondered why she was so excited.

"Come on over, man. We wanna talk to ya!"

Nate shook his head as he realized what it must be about. Wasn't this girl in some sort of club?