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 ï>¿Heather Goes To School Naked by ExhibitionistErika

   Heather exploits a log forgotten rule at her school.

   Heather had just turned 18, and was nearing the end of her senior year.

   Heather has always been a wild spirit.  She is always the first person
at a party to suggest dare or streaking.  Heather is a tiny 5'1", 95 pound
girl with small breasts and cute little butt.

   She didn't mind being so small though though, she routinely wore her
blond hair in braided pigtails, and her small physique only helped her play
into her "good little girl" act.  She has always been a submissive person,
often twirling her braided hair between her fingers and always looking up
at people very sweetly.  She never let people know how dirty her inner
monologue could get.

   Heather has always loved the feeling of being naked, especially outside
where she could feel the ground under her feet, and air all over her young
body.  She also had a growing addiction to being nude in potentially risky
places.

   At home she would regularly wait until late at night when everyone was
asleep, so she could sneak out of her window to go wander her neighborhood
naked.  The feeling was indescribable to her.  She made a habit of leaving
her clothes behind in her bedroom, and would often spend hours wandering
the streets of her neighborhood without a stitch of clothing on, enjoying
the cool night air on every inch of her body.

   The more times she did this, the bolder she got.  On one night in
particular Heather felt particularly brave, and walked nearly a mile away
from her home and clothes, making it to the entrance to her school.  He was
caught in a daze, she'd been there a million times normally, but never like
this.  She fantasized about what it might feel like to do this during the
day time.  The idea of being naked in front of so many people drove her
crazy.  Normal people would think of this as a nightmare, but to Heather it
seemed like a dream come true.

   Heather was a real budding exhibitionist.  She knew she craved more, but
she had no idea just how crazy of an adventure she was about to embark
upon.

   During the day while she was at home, especially during the spring and
summer months, Heather would always swim naked in her parents pool.  Her
family has always had a relaxed attitude towards nudity, and she'd often
find herself going for nude swims even if there were guests over.

   She loved being complimented on her confidence and bravery.

   Recently she even started to find herself going for swims when her dad
had friends or coworkers over.

   This day was no different.

   No one was over when she started her swim, but as she laid next to the
pool, drying off under the hot summer sun, she heard voices from inside
their living room.  Turning over, she recognized them as five men her
father watched sports with every Saturday.

   She decided she should head in.  Though she didn't mind people seeing
her body, it seemed rude to stay like that.  She stood up, grabbing her
towel.  She looked towards the sliding living room door when she had a
thought.

   She wasn't sure if it was the after effects of her recent adventure to
her school the other night, or the warm spring sun that was driving her
crazy, but she felt like exposing herself.  Heather looked down at her
young, toned body.  She let her towel slip from her hand, falling on to the
ground next to her bare feet.

   She slowly started walking forward towards the living room door, biting
her lip and twirling her hair as she moved, leaving the only means of
covering herself behind.  She heard the conversation getting louder as she
approached the door.

   As she slid the door open, she felt the eyes of the room turn to her. 
The combination of her new audience, and the cool air from within the house
sent shivers up her body.  She gasped, breathing in quickly, showing the
outlines of her ribs as her nipples hardened.

   She greeted the men, waving and smiling, leaving herself fully on
display.

   This felt even better than she imagined.  Her nerves were in overdrive,
and her body was on fire with arousal.  This felt so naughty.

   "Go for a swim baby?" Her father asked, finding her current state
amusing.

   "Yes daddy!  The weather is so amazing today.  It's a perfect day for a
swim!" Heather responded bubbly, clasping her arms behind her back.

   Heather was drinking in the attention.  Blushing, she fantasized about
what this group of men might have done to her if her dad wasn't there.

   Heather continued to move through the room.  She was getting such a rush
from standing naked in a room full of clothed men.  She felt so small,
vulnerable, and exposed as she brushed her naked body up against some of
her fathers friends, making no effort to cover herself up.  This was such a
crazy feeling.  They clearly didn't pass up the opportunity to enjoy the
view as she made it to the hall, returning to her room.

   "You have a beautiful daughter!" She heard one of the men compliment her
dad, as she rushed into her room, giggling.

   Heather shut the door behind her, diving into her bed, making herself
cum multiple times thinking about what she just did.  Were they still
thinking about her?  Would they think about her later in the shower?  She
loved the power that her little body had over men.

   Heather spent much of the next week thinking and fantasizing of more
ways she could explore this feeling more.

   As some form of divine intervention, she saw a funny post by one of her
friends on social media who had recently spent time combing through their
school's rules and guidelines, posting all sorts of strange or funny rules
that no one really knew existed.  Her eyes immediately locked on to one
rule stating explicitly that nudity on campus is permitted.

   There was no way this was real.

   She liked the post, pretending like she merely found it funny, but
Heather went straight into research mode, pouring over the school's rules
and regulations.  Eventually she found it.  It was true.  She couldn't
believe it.  In a brief statement near the end of the book read "Nudity
under no circumstances shall be banned on campus, due to the requirements
of some courses, employees and students are permitted to attend classes in
any state of dress or attire desired by him/her".

   To the best of Heather's research and guess, this was a rule aimed at
some of the school's old art classes, but it had never been redacted.  It
also didn't specify which classes it pertained to.

   This was all she could think about for days.  She lied awake tossing and
turning, thinking about how her nude escapades might not have to be during
the night alone.  Maybe she would get to experience her previous night's
fantasy.  Was it really possible to do something this crazy and get away
with it?

   The following day was a school holiday, which meant she was home alone.
Heather had been up all night watching videos online of women walking nude
in public, touching herself and imagining that she was in their place.  If
these women could be brave enough to do this, why couldn't she?

   She noticed how quiet her neighborhood was during the day when everyone
was at work.  She thought she might do a quick test run.  She'd never been
naked out in the neighborhood before when the sun was out.  She knew it was
bad, but once the thought entered her mind, she knew she couldn't stop
herself.

   Heather swiftly shed her clothes, leaving them in a pile on the couch.
Giggling with excitement, she bounced towards the front door.  Was she
insane?  Why wasn't she more scared than she was.  Logic should be telling
her to turn back, not to walk out into public naked.  But logic wasn't in
control of Heather's life anymore.

   Heather twisted the doorknob, flinging the door open.  The warm sun
bathed her nude body as she stepped out down the front porch.

   She peered around, there was no noticeable movement anywhere in sight.
She kept walking forward, reaching the sidewalk.  She couldn't believe how
much more nude and exposed she felt during the daytime.

   She spun around, feeling almost drunk, feeling the warm cement under her
feet and the spring air caressing every inch of her body.  She walked down
the sidewalk, taking in all the senses.  What would people think if they
saw her?  What would her parents think if they knew their good little girl
was walking around naked in public for anyone to see?

   She looked down the road in the direction of her school.  Could you
imagine?  If this was for real, she'd be mere minutes from being on display
to her whole school.

   Heather noticed how wet she was getting.  Her small body was on fire
with arousal from how exposed and dirty she felt.  Heather decided she
wanted to end her trial run with a bang.

   Walking out into the middle of the intersection next to her house, she
laid down on the hot asphalt.  She was shaking.  At any moment, any number
of cars or houses could have someone walk out and she'd be completely
busted.  Heather wasted no time bringing her hands to her soaked pussy,
rubbing her clit.  In almost no time at all she found herself in the middle
of one of the strongest orgasms she had ever experienced.

   Rolling around on the cement, Heather threw her head back, arching her
back, pushing her breasts up towards the sky.  Yelling out in ecstasy, she
writhed around laying naked in the middle of the road.

   The orgasm finally subsided, leaving her a sweaty, shaky mess, still
laying in the street.

   Heather jumped to her feet, making a mad dash back to her house,
laughing hysterically the whole way.

   Heather spent the rest of the day thinking about her experience.  She
couldn't stop thinking about how exciting it would be to go further.  She
almost wished she never heard about this school rule.  Heather felt as if
she was almost involuntarily spiraling towards the decision to pull the
trigger.  It was all she could think about, she was completely consumed by
her fantasy.

   That evening she lied awake again.  No amount of masturbation could make
her stop thinking about being nude in front of her classmates and teachers.
She finally hit a breaking point with a thought.

   She could either spend her entire life being tortured by her unrealized
fantasy, or say fuck it, and make a memory that she would treasure for
eternity.  She wanted to do it.  It felt like a deep and hidden part of
herself was demanding to be set free.

   She jumped out of bed.  Heather decided it would be better to give her
teachers and principle at least a heads up before she did something like
this.

   Heather drafted an email stating in celebration of her birthday on
tuesday, that she would be attending school in her birthday suit.  She
quoted the rule she had recently looked into, providing quotes and
screenshots.  Heather nearly yelped as she sent off the email.  It felt
like locking in the plan.  After all, how weird would it be if she sent an
email like that, and then never followed through?  Now she practically HAD
to do it.

   She got some small responses, mostly just inquiries asking why she
wanted to do this and if she was sure.  But no genuine push back.  It was
clear she was within her rights, and there was no winning on the side of
the faculty.

   It made Heather think, "Did someone leave this rule in on purpose,
hoping someone would have the balls to do this?"

   Tuesday morning finally came.  Heather woke up shaking.

   "Oh my god," she thought, "What am I getting myself into.."

   Heather had always been a nice, well behaved little girl.  What would
people think of her after this?

   Heather acted casual, eating breakfast and making small talk with her
parents.  She was waiting for her parents to leave for work.  She wanted to
leave all her clothing behind so that there was no covering up or turning
back.  She had left all her school supplies in her locker so that she
wouldn't have to bring anything with her.  Heather wanted to be completely
naked, from head to toe.  She didn't want to be able to hide a single inch
of her body from anyone.

   Heather was up in the bathroom braiding her blonde hair into her normal
pig tails.  This kept her breasts exposed, and almost made her feel dirtier
in a way.  Whenever she felt naughty or bad, she always grabbed on to her
braids submissively, twirling them around between her fingers.

   "Ok sweety, we're off to work!  Have a good day at school!" She heard
her mom call from downstairs.

   "I will!  Love you!" She replied.

   Heather rushed to her room.  Her window faced the front yard, and she
wanted to watch her parents drive away.

   The car finally left the driveway.  Heather was speechless.  The time
had finally come.

   Heather peeled her pajamas off of her tight young body.  Standing in
front of her mirror she took in the view that so many people were about to
see.  Although she came across as small and innocent, Heather had never
felt so dirty and confident.  She couldn't wait for people to see her like
this.  It was time to make a new reputation for herself.

   Heather made her way down to the front door.  She was visibly shaking as
she twisted the door knob.  Before she could chicken out, Heather threw the
door open.  The cool morning air bathed her exposed body as she stepped out
into the front yard.

   She was doing it...

   Heather strode through the chilly morning air.  She felt her nipples
hardening, as goosebumps coated her teenage body.  As she left the safety
of her front yard, she felt herself getting wet.  Twirling her braids and
biting her lip, Heather moved excitedly down the street.  The cool,
slightly damp cement of the sidewalk under her tiny bare feet served as a
stark reminder to her of how truely exposed she really was.

   This was a world of difference from her sneaky night escapades. 
Although she also left the safety of clothing and shelter behind her during
her many adventures at night, she was still sneaking, trying not to get
caught.  This was the first time she found herself naked, voluntarily
walking towards danger.

   Heather's mind was moving a mile an hour.  She looked behind her, her
home now over 50 yards in the distance.  She had about a half a mile to go
before reaching her school.

   She'd been lucky thus far, somehow she'd managed not to get caught yet.
Heather was moving at a quick pace, bouncing along on the balls of her feet
as went.  This motion made her small boobs and firm butt jiggle as she
walked.

   This was different from the show she had recently put on for her fathers
friends.  She knew those men, and she knew her dad was there, which meant a
guarantee of safety.  Now she was walking into the unknown.  She had no
idea how people were doing to react.  Would people bully her?  Would
someone try and touch her?  Heather thought about the cute boys and history
teacher she had crushes on.  Who on Earth had ever stood in front of all of
their crushes naked in a single day?  She thought, giggling to herself.

   "Oh my god," she thought, "what if my teachers punish me in class?" Her
thoughts were starting to get dirtier.  She thought about being pulled,
nude, in front of her class and spanked.  She moaned at the thought.

   "What if I fucked my history teacher.." Heather bit her lip as she
started playing with her pussy.  She looked down at her naked body as she
scampered along the sidewalk playing with herself when it finally happened.

   The sound of a nearby car tore her from her fantasy.  She froze like a
deer in the headlights.  There was nowhere to hide.  Heather quickly
covered her tits and pussy as the car passed.  The three passengers stared
at her in utter disbelief at the sight of a naked girl on the side of the
road.

   The car finally passed and Heather dropped her arms.  What the fuck was
she doing?  Heather was standing completely naked on the sidewalk, walking
in the direction of her school and touching herself.

   Her breathing was out of control as she looked down at her flushed
chest. She thought about how it wasn't too late, and that she could still
turn back before any real damage was done.

   No...  She wanted this.  She was here voluntarily.  She wanted everyone
to see her.  She was standing right in the middle of her ultimate fantasy.
Even the idea of being known as the town's slut started to turn her on.

   Heather felt reinvigorated.  Grinning ear from ear, she continued down
the sidewalk.  She made a vow to herself, no more covering up.  It was time
to show everyone who she really was, and what she was capable of.

   More cars begin to pass.  Heather smiled and blushed as she watched the
shocked faces of parents and students in cars ogling at the naked teen
practically skipping down the road.

   "I hope I made them happy!" Heather thought to herself, hoping people
were enjoying the view.  Heather had been really coming to terms with her
submissive nature.  Even with people passing by at a distance, her
immediate first thought was hoping that her body was bringing others
pleasure.

   She saw the flagpole of her school's entrance in the distance, her fate
was slowly coming into sight.  There were more cars starting to pass by, by
the second.  She was also starting to pass by the occasional person on the
sidewalk.  No one had the bravery to talk to her yet, but absolutely
everyone noticed the young blonde walking past them.

   Heather's mind felt like it was going to explode, her brain full of
nerves.  Her breathing was heavy as she slowly started grasping the
magnitude of what she was doing.  But her nerves and logic were no longer
in control of what she was doing, it was almost as if she was in autopilot.

   Heather was past the point of no return she felt.  Her cheeks were
blushing, and her chest was rosey and flushed in between her small cute
boobs, jiggling as she moved.  She had never felt anything like this
before. Her level of arousal made every molecule in her body feel like it
was vibrating.  Her pussy was soaked, she could feel the cool morning
breeze on the wetness between her thighs.

   As she got closer to her school entrance, the larger her audience was
starting to get.  Students, faculty, and parents stared at her as she
walked up to the pathway leading up to her school's entrance.

   She couldn't believe this was actually happening.  The more fear she
felt about her current situation, vulnerability, and level of exposure, the
hotter it made her.  She was stuck in a hopeless feedback loop.

   The anticipation was killing her now.  At least two dozen people were
watching her walking towards the large doors of the entrance.  Soon she'd
be walking completely naked through the halls of her school.

   Heather twirled her left braid, biting her lower lip seductively, and
happily waving to her onlookers as she bounced up the stairs of the
entrance.

   "God they must think I'm such a slut," she giggled to herself.  She'd
never experience getting this much attention before, but she was loving
every second of it.

   She finally reached the moment of truth.  Heather raised a shaking hand
to the handle of her school's front entrance.  Pulling it open she stepped
nude out into the bustling hallway of her school.

   Her senses were in complete overdrive.  She felt every inch of her body.
The cool laminate flooring of the hallway under her feet made it impossible
to forget her state of undress.

   The roaring combination of conversations began to quiet as the naked
girl slowly made her way out into the middle of the hall.

   This was infinitely more exciting than she could have ever imagined. 
Heather slowly made her way through the hall towards her locker.  Placing
one bare foot in front of the other, Heather slowly slinked her way through
the crowd.  She now had both hands firmly clutching her braided hair, her
elbows slightly pressing her breasts together.  She wanted to make sure she
didn't even try to cover up.

   Heather was half biting her lip, half smiling as she looked up at people
she recognized, nervously greeting them.





   The feeling of pushing herself through the crowd was beyond anything she
could have imagined.  Her tiny body was brushing up against half of the
people she passed.  This was the most naked she had ever felt.

   Because of her size, the top of her head only made it up to the chest of
most people.  Students in the hall even 20 feet away were completely
clueless that a nude girl was pushing herself through the crowd.

   She thought the reactions and looks of surprise as she passed by people
were funny.  It was clear this wasn't a first time experience for her
alone.

   Heather was out of control.  Arousal was completely at the steering
wheel at this point as she neared her locker.  The combination of rubbing
against people, the fear of how exposed and vulnerable she was, and her
exhibitionist fantasy in full effect made it feel like she was going to cum
at any second.

   She was worried that if someone grabbed her and tried to take her right
there, that she wouldn't be capable of stopping them.  In fact, she kind of
wished it would happen.

   She finally reached her locker, she started to punch her combination in.
Math was her first period, so she needed her text book and graphing paper.
As she reached for her book a hand grabbed her shoulder, turning her around
forcefully.

   Heather whimpered as her bare back pressed up against the cold metal of
the lockers.  She was met with the shocked gaze of one of her best friends.

   "Heather what the fuck is going on, are you ok?!" Her friend asked
frantically, genuinely concerned for her friend.

   Heather laughed, looking past her friend at all the people staring at
her naked body.

   "It's ok!  Didn't you see Erik's post?  It's completely legal to be
naked here," Heather explained to her friend.

   "..Uhh yeah, but I didn't think anyone would ACTUALLY go to school naked
though, it was just a stupid post!" Her friend responded, giggling at the
insanity of the situation.

   The preparation bell rang for the first period, the two were almost late
for class.

   "I'll explain later, but i'm ok.  I'm so excited right now, you HAVE to
try this sometime," Heather said, smiling to her friend as she grabbed her
books, closing her locker behind her.

   Heather's friend looked back with a confused, but hilarious look. 
Clearly seeing one of your bestfriends standing naked in the middle of
school talking about how amazing it feels isn't an easy situation to
process.

   "Catch you at the tree at break!" Said bye to her friend, hugging her
tightly as she disappeared back into the crowd.

   Heather made her way to her first class, now with her books under her
arm.  She felt a couple of hands grab at her tits and butt as she pushed
her naked body through the hall.  Her body was humming.  She wished she had
more time to see who was trying to touch her.  She wished she had time to
stop and see how far they'd try to take things.

   Heather began to look submissively up into the eyes of people she was
brushing past.  Almost begging them to stop her, forcing her to cum in
front of all of her colleagues.

   Before she knew it she was at her first class.  Without thinking about
it, she grabbed the handle, swinging the door open.  As she stepped into
the classroom, she froze.  The conversation of the classroom came to a
complete stop.  The door clicked behind her.

   The moment was finally here.  Heather stood at the front of the room,
blushing, as the thirty other students silently looked over every inch of
the naked girl.

   The swift change from cold laminated flooring to carpet under her bare
feet served as another reminder of her nudity.

   Heather held her books behind her as she savored every second of this
moment.

   Heather was always known as a sweet, well behaved girl.  But in a split
second this changed forever.  Male and female classmates alike were
smiling, taking in the view of Heather and wondering what was going on. 
But one thing was clear, Heather was no longer the innocent girl that she
used to be.  This only turned her on more.

   Heather was lost in a swirling torrent of arousal and nerves.  From how
she stood in a way that left her intentionally exposed to everyone, her
flushed chest, and mischievous grin, it was clear to almost everyone how
turned on she was.

   When she finally snapped back to her senses, she smiled, greeting the
class and making her way to her desk.

   Heather sat down.  The cool seat made contact with her thighs, butt, and
wet pussy making her gasp.  Goosebumps once again covering her tiny body
while her nipples hardened.

   Heather focused on her breathing, trying not to cum in front of her
whole class.  At least not yet.

   Her hands were tightly gripping her books on the desk in front of her,
as she quickly breathed in and out.

   Most people would be humiliated and ashamed in this moment, but Heather
could not have been more excited.  Her breathing normalized as she looked
around, seeing her classmate's eyes devouring every inch of her body.

   Heather looked up to the white board as she waited for class to start.

   "Ok class!  After that little distraction lets begin," her teacher spoke
in a humorous tone.  It was clear that even given the heads up, her teacher
was still a little lost by the sight of a naked student.

   Class pressed on.  It took every brain cell Heather had to focus on what
the teacher was saying.  Even though she was on her little adventure, she
still wanted to do good in class.

   Heather took brief moments to look at students watching her out of
peripheral vision.  Heather was getting a major kick out of acting like
nothing was out of the ordinary.

   Her teacher stopped speaking for a moment, as she went to take a sip of
her coffee.

   Heather put her pen down, pretending she needed to stretch.  She put her
hands behind her head as she closed her eyes and arched her back, thrusting
her breasts out as far as she could with her legs sitting wide open.

   She looked so small sitting in her desk even when she was stretching out
as far as she could.  Her ribs stood out as she breathed in deeply.

   Heather released her stretch.  She opened her eyes, as she placed her
hands back on her cool desk.  Every single eye was on her, clearly watching
the little show she just put on.  She turned to her right, smiling at the
boy sitting next to her.

   Heather has had the biggest crush on him for the longest time.  It was
wild to her that in one day she had gone from being too shy to talk to him,
to now sitting in front of him, naked and smiling.

   The teacher pressed on with the lesson.

   After a while, her teacher wrote a practice problem on the board. 
Heather was reading the problem trying to figure it out in her head when
the teacher called her name.

   "Heather, would you like to try solving this problem for the class?" Her
teacher asked, restulting in smiles from much of the class.

   Heather's heart jumped to her throat.  Her body flushed with a warm wave
of sudden embarrassment.  It's not as if she could get MORE naked, but
standing up in front of the class felt unreal.

   Heather shook as she slowly stood from her desk.  She slowly started
walking to the white board, looking up obediently to her teacher.

   Heather swayed her hips as she walked, she could practically feel every
eye on her toned back and firm butt.  As she reached her teacher, Heather
held out both of her hands in front of her, slightly pressing her breasts
together.  She bit her lip as she waited for her teacher to put the marker
in her outstretched hands.  Whether or not she was meaning to, Heather was
giving a very submissive and inviting look to her teacher.  Her face
clearly read that Heather would do anything her teacher wanted.

   This caught her teacher off guard.

   "God, what a fun little toy you are.." her teacher thought to herself.
Off guard from a sudden burst of arousal.

   Not wanting to make anything obvious, the teacher placed the marker in
Heather's hands.

   Heather wasted no time as she turned to the board.  As she worked on the
problem, she found herself practically sweating.  Waves of arousal were
making her tiny body hot.  This was everything she'd ever fantasized about
times a hundred.

   Heather had a mischievous idea as she worked on the problem.  She smiled
devilishly to herself as she began to leave quite a bit of room in between
each line of her math proof.  The problem started in the middle of the
board, but was quickly moving towards the bottom.

   Heather glanced over to her teacher, smiling.  Her teacher grinned back,
she was catching on to what Heather was up to.

   Heather was nearing the end of the math problem, but also the board. 
She took a step back so she could get a better angle for writing.  Heather
bent over, slightly spreading her feet, and thrusting her ass up into the
air.

   She was practically bent over at a ninety degree angle in front of her
class.  Her bare pussy and ass were on clear display to everyone.  The
slight draft of the room blew against her wet pussy.

   She blushed and gasped.

   Not only was she exposing herself to her entire class, it was now very
obvious how much she was liking it.  The bright fluorescent lights of the
class made her soaked pussy glisten as she finished the problem.

   "I'm such a bad girl.." Heather thought to herself, as she slowly stood
up.  She wished someone would punish her for being such a little slut.

   Heather turned around, holding the marker behind her back, she faced her
classmates.

   She bit her lip, giving her class the dirtiest look she could.  As her
teacher looked over the problem, Heather scanned the room, meeting each
individual's gaze.  She was practically taunting the class, betting that no
one would be bold enough to come up to the front of the class and gave her
what she deserved.

   Heather stood there, curling her toes in the carpet, rocking her tight
young body back and forth.  She was fighting as hard as she could not to
climax on the spot.  She felt like she was starting to spiral again, she
wasn't sure how much longer she could stay under control.

   "Good work Heather!" her teacher finally spoke, snapping Heather out of
her lustful trance.

   Heather smiled happily at her teacher, handing the marker back, and
thanking her teacher for the opportunity to solve the problem.

   She walked back to her desk, staring at her crush in the eyes the entire
time, moving seductively, putting on a good show for him.

   The rest of the class was a loss.  Heather sat at her desk nervously
rubbing her hands together as she stared towards the whiteboard.

   With every breath, Heather felt herself edging towards the brink of an
orgasm.  She was so close that even the smallest movement felt enough to
make her cum in front of her classmates.

   Heather was desperate for this not to happen.  Her nude escapade was one
thing, but getting off in class felt too far.  Heather spent the remainder
of class taking deep, shaky breaths in and out, meditating on trying to
calm down.

   Finally, the ringing of the bell jolted her back to her senses.  She'd
done it.  She had successfully finished her first naked class.  Although
she still had two classes ahead of her, she felt incredibly proud of
herself.  She had just accomplished the impossible in her mind.

   Heather waited for a little bit longer, taking another few deep breaths
trying to gather herself.  Her classmates began clearing the room.  As the
door opened, the sound of loud conversation just reminded her that she was
about to walk back out into the hallway.  It was time for the first break.

   Heather smiled as she stood from her desk.  She really loved the feeling
of getting lost in the crowded hallway.  Something about feeling her naked
body pressing up against all of the other clothed classmates made her feel
so vulnerable and exposed.

   She looked down at her chair and noticed how wet her chair was where she
was just sitting.  She shuddered as she wondered how much longer she was
going to be able to make it before she's sent over the edge.

   Heather started walking for the door as her teacher grabbed her by the
arm, stopping her.

   "I just wanted to say good for you girl.  I'm blown away with how brave
you are!  I can only imagine how excited you must be right now..  To be
honest, i'm even a little jealous of you." Her teacher complimented her,
beaming with joy.

   "Th-thank you!" Heather replied, smiling, with a shaky voice.

   "Ok, off you go.  Have fun!" Her teacher turned her back to the door,
giving Heather a discrete slap on the ass, sending her forward to the hall.

   "Oh fuck.." Heather whimpered.

   Her teacher had no idea how close she just was to making Heather put on
a whole other type of show.

   Heather once again grabbed her braids as she walked out of first period.
She smiled as she was once again met with the shocked and confused
expressions of students and faculty walking the halls.

   Her and her friends always met up at a bench under a beautiful oak tree
in the lawn, just outside of the quad, during breaks.  Heather felt an urge
to rush to them as fast as she could.  The swirling torrent of arousal and
nerves were starting to get overwhelming, and she thought maybe if she
could reach the safety of her friends, then maybe she could calm down a
bit.

   Heather pushed her way through the crowds.  She felt the occasional hand
grabbing her body as she passed through the halls.  She wanted so bad to
stop and see who was brave enough to actually reach out and touch her. 
Look at them in the eyes.  Give them her body and see how far they would
go.

   Heather was practically running by the time she made it out of the hall.
Warm spring air and sunlight washed over her body as she was once again
outdoors.  Heather always felt even more naked when she was outdoors.  The
cool breeze caressed every inch of her tight young body.

   Heather's bare feet made a quiet, but distinct slapping sound as she
moved briskly across the cement walkway.

   Students were on break, already gathered in their social groups,
scattered around campus.  It was clear how many conversations she was
interrupting as she walked proudly right through the center of the campus,
past the quad.  At this point there must have been a hundred people that
could see her.

   Heather's legs seemed to move on their own as her mind was lost in this
feeling.  She held her hands tightly behind her back, it was taking
everything for her not to cover up.  For someone so new to exhibitionism,
this was an enormous crowd.

   Heather was relieved when she rounded the corner, her friend's tree
finally coming into view.

   She came to a jog as she finally reached her friends.  Thankfully their
hang out spot was in a much more secluded part of campus.  Heather wasn't
sure how much more of a crowd that big her heart could handle.

   Heather breathed a sigh of relief as she greeted her friend group.

   Her friends were a mix of giddy excitement, laughter, and confusion as
they bombarded Heather with questions.  Heather answered all of their
questions happily, explaining everything from her midnight adventures, to
the social media post that gave her the idea, to how much this turned her
on.

   Heather described how her first class went.  She explained in great
detail about how arousing and exciting being naked in public felt for her,
especially knowing she had no way of covering up.  As she went on
describing her feelings to her friends, she watched their eyes intently,
taking in every bit of her body.  Keeping her hands under control must have
slipped her mind as she continued talking, because without realizing it,
she began twisting her nipple and playing with her pussy.

   The conversation turned dirtier, as she started getting into more
intimate details, how she bent over in front of her class, how she loved
the feeling of doing something so dirty, how she kind of wished someone
would just take her in the hall and make her their little toy.

   Suddenly Heather gasped.  She fucked up.  What was she thinking?!  Why
did she start touching herself?!  The unmistakable first ripples of an
orgasm left her warm, wet pussy.  She knew there was no going back from
this point.

   "Oh fuck!!" Heather gasped, looking up at her friends in shock.  She
noticed maybe a dozen other students in the background also watching her.

   "Guys...  I..." Heather's voice began to shake, as her legs began to
wobble.

   She was past the point of being in control of herself, her fingers moved
quicker over her tight pussy as the first wave of her orgasm hit her.

   "MMMMMMMMMMM," Heather began to moan loudly, as she started to cum.

   She had no idea it was even possible to climax this hard.  She looked
down at her teenage body, thinking about the fact that she was completely
naked, fingering herself at school, out in the open.  This was the dirtiest
thing she had ever done.

   Her legs shook as she struggled to stay standing.  Wave after wave of
orgasm pulsed through her body.  She started to drool on herself as she
pinched her nipple as hard as she could.

   She was practically red as her orgasm started to subside.  She gasped
for air again, seeing stars.  Her friends crowded around her, a couple of
them helped her stand up.

   Breathing heavily, Heather wiped the drool from her mouth as she started
to laugh.

   "Oh my fucking god you guys..." Heather giggled, embarrassed and
shivering.

   "That was the hottest thing i've ever seen in my life.." One of her
friends whispered.

   Heather began to regain her breath and stability.

   "I don't even know what to say..  This is beyond anything I could ever
dream of.." Heather smiled, hugging a friend, rubbing her face lovingly
into one of her friend's chest, feeling her warm clothed body against her
flushed nude skin.

   Heather was shocked with how supportive her friends were.  She was
showered with compliments and hugs as Heather explained how amazing she
felt in that moment.

   Finally the bell rang, it was time for her second class.  Heather turned
to her friends before departing, promising a repeat performance on their
next break.

   With a wink, Heather skipped away, disappearing into the crowd.  At this
point she was on cloud nine.

   The main, most inappropriate thing Heather could possibly imagine doing,
that she was so desperately trying to fight off all morning, had already
happened.  Not only that but she loved it.  Masturbating in public.  Who
was this girl?  Heather felt like she had been reinvented, evolving into a
girl she never in her wildest dreams thought she could be.  This confidence
showed on her face and stride.  She purposely swayed her hips, bounced her
step, jiggling her little tits and ass, twirling her hair and waving hello
to her on lookers.

   Heather's thighs and pussy were still soaked in her own cum.  As she
opened the doors to the halls once again, she slid her hand up her thigh,
gathering some of the liquid and licking it off her fingers.  It tasted
sweet and delicious.

   "Good fucking god, who am I becoming?!" Heather thought to herself as
she walked back into the crowded hallways, naked, and licking her own cum
off her fingers.

   Heather resumed her normal act.  Clasping her hands behind her back,
trying to push herself through the crowds, occasionally brushing her bare,
nubile body up against strangers.  She stared up sweetly and obediently at
everyone she passed.

   She liked playing into her act of being a cute, small, and polite little
girl.  It made her current actions only seem that much more daring and
unexpected.

   Her next class was art.  This was perfect because this means she had
nothing to carry with her.  She could walk freely with nothing in the way
of her audience and her body.

   As the day went on, people were either getting bolder, or Heather was
getting more inviting.  This walk through the hallway was much more
exciting.  Heather received more frequent and aggressive groping from the
crowd.  She slowed down when she felt a touch she liked.  She loved the
feeling of feeling a strong pair of hands moving across her small body.

   As people slapped her ass, and squeezed at her breasts, Heather pressed
on.  Comments were more common as well.  They ranged from being compliments
and encouragement, to people asking what the fuck she was going.  She found
them both amusing for their own reasons.

   Heather started to whimper, biting her lip as she neared her class.  The
constant barrage of eyes and hands all over her body were bringing her to
the edge again.

   The crowd was particularly thick right in front of her classroom. 
Heather had a much harder time pushing through the group of students, as
her classmates didn't let the opportunity go to waste.  Hands grabbed her
breasts, squeezing her nipples, as well as rubbing her wet pussy.

   "Oh my god, she's loving this!  Feel how wet she is!" She heard a girl's
voice call out.

   It took everything Heather had not to give in and let the students have
their way.

   She was nearly late for class, as she reached for the door, swinging it
open and stumbling into her classroom.  She was met with the familiar
feeling of carpet under her feet, and a full class staring at her with
smiles and shock on their faces.

   Heather was now starting to get the hang of these differing types of
exposure that accompanied going to school naked.  She loved all three for
different reasons, but the classroom was particularly exciting.  There was
a far deeper, quieter, and more intimate concentration on her.  She loved
taking her time looking around at all the individual eyes taking in her
body.  You could hear a pin drop.

   Heather was a mess, she raised a shaky hand to greet the class as she
tried to control her breathing.  Wiping some of the now loose hair from her
slightly sweaty forehead.  Her small, flushed breasts and ribs expanded and
contracted with each audible breath.

   "Well!  I'll be damned, she actually did it!" Her teacher spoke out,
raising his eyes above his glasses, clearly attempting to process what he
was seeing.

   "Impressed?" Heather giggled, her hands now back behind her back.

   Her teacher laughed.

   "You know, I was honestly very confused, and a little annoyed as to why
you were doing this, but it's clear you're enjoying yourself and not
hurting anyone.  Plus!  I thought of any idea to make the most of your
little stunt," her teacher spoke to Heather, grinning.

   Heather was silent as she waited to hear her teachers plans for her. 
She had never thought of him as being attractive, but in her current state,
nearly any older man seemed sexy to her.  She thought back to her
experience being naked for her father's friends.  She knew she would do
anything he asked of her.

   "So class, obviously this is a pretty unusual occasion, so I thought
we'd make the most of it!  Today we're going to be doing some figure
drawings!" The teacher announced to the class.

   Heather started putting the pieces together.  This meant spending the
entire class at the front of the room, her classmates looking at her the
whole time.  She was visibly nervous as she bit her lip, swaying innocently
back and forth, blushing slightly.

   Although nerve racking, the prospect of spending the whole class posing
for her class only turned her on even more.  She slowly walked out into the
middle of the room, watching the students looking at her, whispering to
each other.  What were they saying?  Did they like her body?  Did they
think she was a slut?

   The students waited for their teacher's direction as he walked towards
Heather looked up at her teacher, awaiting instruction.  The teacher firmly
grabbed Heather's body, posing her in a better position to be drawn. 
Heather loved feeling her teacher's strong hands controlling her body.

   Her teacher's hands made it to the center of her back and grabbed her
arm.  He forced her chest out, thrusting her breasts towards the eagerly
watching class, moving her arms slightly behind her back.

   His hands made their way down to her legs, firmly gripping Heather's
thighs, moving one leg out in front of the other.

   It was a beautiful pose to observe and draw.  It accentuated her small
frame perfectly.  Her ribs, hips, and toned belly had nice shadows cast
across them from the class' lighting.

   Heather felt as if she was in a dream.  Being naked and handled around
in front of class was driving her crazy.

   She'd never had anyone pay such close attention to her body before. 
Heather listened to the scratching of pencils, and rubbing of erasers.  She
watched everyone's eyes intently moving between the paper and her body. 
She liked to imagine what inch of her body they were looking at so
attentively.

   After a while her teacher walked back towards her.  He had noticed the
scratching of pencils coming to a stop.  Heather put her arms down to her
sides, facing her teacher, awaiting instruction.

   Her teacher grabbed her by her shoulder, pushing her downwards, telling
her to lay on her back.

   Heather did so without question.

   Feeling the carpet against her nude backside was a strange sensation. 
She looked up at her teacher, still standing over her.

   He instructed her to sit up and lean back on her elbows, facing the
class.  She did so as her teacher circled around to her feet.  He pushed
her feet up part of the way towards her body, forcing her knees to bend
upwards.

   What happened next almost made Heather gasp.  Her teacher grabbed both
of her legs firmly, spreading her thighs apart, putting her pussy on full
display.

   Heather's teacher stood up and walked away, while Heather laid there on
the floor, she looked down at the pose her body was now in.  Her mouth was
open in shock as her eyes slowly moved up to her classmates.

   They smiled and giggled to each other, some of them looked like their
eyes were about to pop out of their heads.  Heather's breathing began to
deepen as her body felt warm and flushed.  She could not have been in a
more exposed and vulnerable position if she tried.

   She knew she had a good window of time to enjoy this exposure.  She bit
her lip as she stared up longingly at some of her cuter classmates.

   Heather laid there, legs spread for her class, as she contemplated her
situation.  Was she a slut for enjoying this so much?  What would her dad
think if he knew his little girl was walking around naked in public?  She
knew word would certainly spread.  She didn't know fully what the
consequences of her actions today would end up being, but for some reason
being known as the neighborhood slut didn't bother her.  If anything, maybe
it would open more doors for more adventures!

   As she laid there on the floor, she felt the gentle draft of the
classroom caressing her bare body and wet pussy.

   "God i'm so fucking horny..." Heather thought to herself.

   She looked down at her body, looked up around the room, made eye contact
with her teacher once again.

   "Everything ok Heather?" Her teacher asked.  "We have about 15 minutes
left of class, do you mind sticking this pose out?"

   "Gladly.." Heather responded with a devilish grin, returning her gaze to
her classmates.

   It's not like she could admit to her teacher how badly she wanted to
cum. How she wished her teacher would grab her by the hair and fuck her in
front of everyone.  So Heather laid there in obedient silence.

   Her arousal spiraled upwards, as her tight young body remained exposed,
craving the touch and release she so desperately wanted.  Heather began to
worry that she was reaching a point where even the slightest touch could
send her over the edge.  Making it out of class and back to the safety of
her friends would be a miracle.

   The sound of pencils finally began to slow again as her teacher
announced that the time for drawing had been completed.

   Heather leaped up joyously, her small tits and firm butt jiggling as she
did.

   "Can I see everyone's drawings?!" Heather asked enthusiastically.

   "Of course you can," Her teacher laughed.

   Heather practically skipped from person to person.  Placing her hand on
them as she eyed the illustrations of her naked body.  Heather thanked each
person, often stopping to ask if they liked drawing her, and what their
favorite part of her was.

   As she moved around the class, a few were brave enough to return a
touch, rubbing her back and once even grabbing her ass.  Heather was lost
in another dream state.  This was an exhibitionists dream.  Never in a
million years did she think so many people were ever going to look over her
body with such artistic detail.

   Finally the bell rang.  Heather was almost relieved, because if things
kept on their current course she was certain she'd end up finding a way to
cum for everyone.

   At least for now, Heather viewed her orgasms as a special treat she
wanted to save for her friends.

   As her class began to drain out into the hall, Heather made a point of
taking her time before leaving, looking over the remainder of the class'
drawings.

   When the coast was finally clear, Heather walked towards the door,
stopping at her teacher.

   "Thank you for this opportunity.." Heather looked up sweetly at her
teacher.

   She grabbed his hand, placing it firmly over her breast.

   "I really, really enjoyed myself today.." Heather said, now smiling
devilishly up at her teacher.

   Her teacher looked around nervously, but returned his gaze back down to
the naked teen.  Now grabbing her breast on his own and slowly running his
other thumb along her lower lip.  Heather was starting to really discover
how much of a thing she had for older men.

   "Ok, bye!!" Heather exclaimed, moving towards the door again before
things went too far, giggling, smiling, and looking back towards her
awe-struck teacher.

   With a swift pull of the door, the art teacher watched the naked student
disappear back into the crowded hallway.

   "That was so bad.." Heather giggled to herself.  Even when she returned
to class normally, she knew that would always be how her teacher saw her.

   Heather was on a mission.  As much as she enjoyed the sensation of
getting lost, naked in the crowd, she wanted to see her friends again.  She
wanted so badly to put another show on for them.

   Heather pushed her way through the hall once again.  The feeling of
being naked, and feeling her body brushing up against so many clothed
people was not a feeling that was getting any less shocking or exciting to
her, no matter how many times she did it.

   Heather finally made it back outside, walking swiftly in the direction
of the tree.

   Just like last time, Heather was a complete mess by the time she made it
back to her friends.

   "Holy shit, she's still alive!" One of her friends joked.  This sight
had clearly not gotten old for them yet.

   Heather put her arms out to her sides, presenting herself in a twirl, as
she returned to the relative safety of her friends.

   Heather squeezed the dirt and grass under her bare feet as she recounted
every detail of her art class experience.  She told them about her poses
and walking around looking at the drawings afterwards.

   She even told them she let her teacher touch her body after class.  Her
face turned a much more devious shade as she began detailing this
interaction.

   As her story ended, she remembered that she was now with her friends,
she had promised another performance, and desperately craved release.

   Heather looked around, past her friends and around the area.  Word must
have spread of her last performance.  There were maybe a dozen people
around her first break, now there were at least four dozen.  She hadn't
even noticed the change in the size of the crowd when she had arrived, she
was too focused on getting to the tree.

   "Good.." She thought to herself.  All of this was now becoming a
competition with herself, routinely pushing the boundaries of what she
thought was previously possible.

   Heather asked her friends to clear a hole in their circle.  She walked
seductively from the slight cover of her friend group.  This time it wasn't
an accident, she was really going to put on a show.

   She walked out into clear view of the countless number of students,
twirling one of her braids and sucking on one of her fingers.

   Her friends watched in shock as she turned around.  Heather smiled at
her friends as she bent over, smacking, grabbing, and jiggling her ass in
front of the crowd.

   Heather once again turned around.  She gasped as she laid down on her
back, the cool grass and dirt tickling every inch of her rear side. 
Heather wasted no time as she started pinching her nipple and fingering her
pussy.

   Heather faced the crowd, arching her back, thrusting her breasts upward
with her thighs spread.  She was on full display as she moved her hips in
small circles, pressing her pussy against her small hand, now swiftly at
work.

   She felt the unmistakable reverberations of an orgasm leave her warm,
wet pussy, washing over her body.

   Heather threw her head back, her knees still pointed upwards, legs
spread for the audience.  She started aggressively squeezing her breasts
with her free hand as her orgasm began to peak.

   Heather sat up, squeezing her hand between her thighs as she screamed
out in ecstasy.

   The students couldn't believe what they were seeing.

   Heather spread her legs again as she moved from one orgasm to the next.

   She spent the next 10 minutes rolling around in the grass, climaxing
over and over again.  Occasionally taking the opportunity to look up to her
audience, just to remind herself that she was naked in public, maturbating
for a crowd.  This was really happening, it wasn't a fantasy anymore.

   As the orgasms subsided, Heather sprawled out, still laying in the
grass. Breathing heavily and giggling.  The only thing that post-orgasm
clarity did for her was remind her of her nakedness.  She stared up at the
clouds as she ran her hands up and down her body, occasionally making a
stop to squeeze her breasts.

   She finally sat up, looking back up to her classmates now gathered
around her.  Heather smiled at her on lookers.  Her thighs and pussy were
covered in her cum.  She collected some with her finger and licked it off,
smiling at everyone.  This was her sexual awakening.  From this point
forward she was a truly sexual being.

   Heather slowly stood up, legs still shaking and faced her friends.  They
looked their naked friend up and down, still certainly caught in a sense of
disbelief that this was actually happening.

   Heather had bits of dirt and grass still stuck to her.  She giggled,
looking up at her friends, and slowly wiping grass off of her tiny body. 
One of her friends lent a helping hand, not missing the opportunity to feel
her nude friend's body.

   "How are you feeling girl?" Heather's friend asked her while rubbing her
hands up and down her body.  It was unbelievable how hot and almost
electric Heather felt.  She was like a little battery.

   "You guys..  I feel amazing..  This is the greatest thing I've ever
done," she said to her friends, keeping her gaze focused on her friend
currently feeling her up and wiping her clean.

   Heather explained at length how free and aroused she felt when the bell
finally rang.

   "Off you go!" Her friend exclaimed playfully, turning Heather around and
landing a loud spank on her bare ass.

   "EEEP!" Heather yelped, blushing and smiling back at her friends.  A red
hand print now forming on her butt cheek.

   Heather set off, confidently striding back towards the halls, smiling at
her onlookers as she walked.

   Heather was fully lost in her arousal and the moment as she reached the
hallway doors once again.  Even though she'd already gotten off multiple
times, she still felt horny.  It was like every time she came, the more
confident and aroused she got.

   She entered the hallway, giddy with excitement as she pressed herself
back into the crowd.

   Heather was really enjoying her time spent in the halls, surrounded by
people so closely.  Her next class was much closer than her previous two,
so she forced herself to take her time.  This allowed for a much longer
window for each person to notice the naked teen and take in the view.

   Heather blushed and bit her lip and she moved through the hall, looking
down at her bare feet as she stepped carefully, making sure her tiny toes
didn't get stepped on.

   She once again felt hands grabbing at her tight young body.  She slowed
to nearly a complete stop.  She had a couple minutes to kill before her
class, and she wanted to drink this moment in.

   Heather took a much more active roll this time.  Placing her hands on
top of some of the other hands on her body, helping her classmates feel her
body, rubbing her pussy and squeezing her small tits.

   Heather came across one of her acquaintances staring at her in
disbelief. She giggled as she grabbed his hand, placing it firmly over her
left breast.

   "It's ok, I like it.." She reassured her friend, staring mischievously
into his eyes.

   She continued on, giggling to herself.  She couldn't believe herself.

   As she neared her classroom, she was stuck in a similar predicament,
caught in a swirling torrent of arousal and adrenaline.  She desperately
reached for the door, the eyes and hands helping themselves to every inch
of her body were starting to send her over the edge.  She needed to escape.

   Without time to think, Heather threw the door open, once again entering
a classroom she'd been to a million times, this time a flushed, naked,
slightly sweaty mess.

   Heather clicked the door closed, resting her back against the door,
breathing heavily.

   She wiped some loose hairs stuck to her face by beads of sweat as she
greeted the class.  She slowly and nervously started shifting her gaze away
from her classmates, towards her teacher.

   For as long as she could remember, Heather has had the biggest crush on
her history teacher.  This was the class that she was the most excited for.
More than anyone she was the most excited to show herself to him.  She
hoped her young body would make him happy.

   To her surprise, she was met with a firm and unenthusiastic face.  She
had become so accustomed to the approval and excitement that her nudity had
brought people so far, that being met with disapproval rocked Heather.

   A sense of fear and shame struck her like a lightning bolt.  She hadn't
even thought about the possibility of making someone mad at her, least of
all him.  She blushed deeply as she stared down at her feet, clutching her
hands in front of her.

   "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..  What do I do?!" Heather thought to herself
frantically.  She had no way of covering up.  She wasn't even wearing socks
for god's sake.  What's worse is that her entire class was now watching her
internal panic as her teacher looked at her in disapproval.  She felt like
such a whore.

   "Heather..  I didn't think you'd actually go through with it," her
teacher finally spoke.

   "I don't really think this is appropriate, but please ta-.."

   "B-but the rules say that it's ok!" Heather interjected, interrupting
her teacher.  She was so nervous that this practically happened
involuntarily as she tried to justify her current state.

   This interruption made her teacher visibly mad.

   "Young lady!  You might think that it's ok to come to class in your
current state, but it is most certainly not acceptable to interrupt me in
my own classroom." Heather's teacher exclaimed angrily.

   Before she could say anything, her teacher grabbed her firmly by her
arm, dragging her towards the center of the class.  They reached a stool to
the side of the white board, and her teacher shoved her down onto the
stool. The cold metal and strong hands of her teacher made her whimper in
shock.

   Her mouth was agape as she watched her teacher reach for something on
his desk.

   "I'm so sorry, I just!" Heather was cut off by her teacher.

   "Stick your tongue out Heather," her teacher said sternly.  Holding a
clothing pin out in front of him.

   It was obvious this was the consequences for being rude and interrupting
him.  He wanted to make sure she couldn't talk.  She knew she deserved to
be punished for making him mad.  She wanted to make it up to him, so she
slowly stuck her tongue out, staring up obediently at her teacher.  She
felt like she was on the verge of crying.

   Her teacher stuck the clothes pin to her tongue.

   "Now be a good girl, and stay quiet while I teach my class," her teacher
instructed her as he walked out to the whiteboard.

   Heather nodded as drool started collecting around her outstretched
tongue.  She would do anything to be a good girl for him.  This clothespin
felt slightly painful.

   Walking around naked proudly and voluntarily is one thing, but being sat
down, scolded, and punished while twenty classmates watched was a
completely other experience.  She hadn't accounted for this.

   Her gaze dodged around the room nervously as she continued to sit on her
stool, her hands were at her side, placed squarely on the stool.  Her
teacher began the block of instruction as she felt a string of spit fall
from her open mouth, draping across her red, flushed chest.

   She felt so humiliated, it was hard to bear.  She was sitting completely
naked in front of the class drooling on herself.

   She felt tears slowly starting to well up in her eyes when she noticed
something.  All of the boys in her class were looking at her with an
unusually hungry gaze.  Heather looked down, strings of spit were draping
across her naked body, falling from her still outstretched and pinned
tongue.

   This was so dirty.  From the layers of humiliation and fear, a sense of
arousal started to slowly bubble up.  She had no idea what her teacher was
talking about, but it was clear how much people were enjoying the site of a
young naked girl accepting her punishment so obediently.

   Heather began to stick her breasts out more confidently as arousal
started to return to her body.  Her mouth watered more as she started to
lose herself in her current situation.  She curled her toes around the
bottom bar of her stool, as she felt a continuous stream of drool leave her
open mouth, coating the entire front of her naked body.

   She'd never felt a combination of sensations like this before.  She felt
wet and slimy from her own spit.  She couldn't believe how long her teacher
was letting this go on.  Her body was glistening.  She liked this feeling.
She wanted more.

   Heather looked to her teacher, wishing he'd notice how good she'd been.
How she endured this state of disgrace and humiliation just for him.

   Her teacher finally walked back towards Heather.  He looked down at his
naked student and removed the clothes pin.

   "Go take your seat Heather," he spoke.

   Heather wiped the excess drool from her mouth and chin as she stood up.
She faced her teacher.

   "Yes sir.." Heather whispered, staring up at her teacher with a devilish
smile.  She clenched her hands behind her back.  Her teacher looked down at
the mess he had turned her into.

   Heather walked to her desk, twirling her hair, smiling back at her
classmates.  It was clear that they had enjoyed the show.

   She sat down at her desk as her teacher turned his back and resumed the
lesson, not missing a beat.  Heather took the opportunity to feel her
current state.  She ran her hands up and down her body, feeling the layer
of now spit glazing her body.

   She looked at her fingers as the drool stuck in strings between her
fingers.  She looked to her side, her classmate looked like he was about to
start drooling himself.  Heather was loving the attention she was getting
playing with her own mess.

   Heather leaned back in her seat.  Leaving her body on full display as
she continued running her hands up and down her body.

   Her mind drifted, thinking about what she just did.  She thought about
her day, how proud she was of herself, how she can forever say she had the
balls to do something other people could only dream of.  She thought back
to lunch break, masturbating so boldly out in the open.  God, who was this
girl.

   She wasn't in the clear yet.  School might have been almost over, but
she still had to make it home.  She thought of what it might feel like
walking back down the sidewalk feeling the warm sun and onlookers' eyes on
her naked body.

   Without realizing it, one of Heather's hands found its way to her pussy.
Thinking about how excited she was to walk down the street naked again,
Heather started playing with herself.  She couldn't wait to surprise
onlookers with her tight body, feeling the warm cement under her bare feet.

   "Heather!" Her teacher's voice rang out.

   Heather froze.  She couldn't believe she'd let herself lose control to
this degree.  What was the possible defense sitting naked in class and
getting caught playing with yourself?

   "What were you just doing?" Her teacher inquired, a stern look
overtaking his face.

   There was nothing Heather could say.  She sat there in silence, blushing
deeply, hands at her sides.

   Most of the class was looking around in confusion, they couldn't fully
see what was going on.

   "Why don't you come up to the front of the class and show everyone what
you were doing, since you think that's an appropriate thing to do!" Her
teacher ordered.

   She couldn't tell if he was kidding.  Heather was mortified.  Did her
teacher really just tell her to masturbate in class?  She continued staring
at her teacher in disbelief.

   "Go ahead!  Be a good girl, and show everyone what you were doing!" Her
teacher's hard demeanor started to crack, a slight grin started to show.

   Heather was in a daze.  She slowly stood up, her body was flushed with
embarrassment and arousal.  There was no way she was about to do this.  She
felt like she was floating.  She slowly placed one bare foot in front of
the other, slowly making it to the front of the class.

   Without a word, Heather turned facing her classmates, standing next to
her teacher.  She stared up submissively at her teacher, wondering if he
really wanted her to go through with this.

   "Well, go ahead!  I'm sure if you really wanted to play with yourself in
class, that everyone would want to see!" Her teacher demanded.

   Heather was completely lost, she was naked from head to toe in front of
her entire class, being ordered to masturbate by an attractive older man.

   "Fuck it!" She thought, if she was willing to come this far, she might
as well go all the way.

   Heather's hand found it's way down to her pussy, slowly beginning to rub
her clit in front of everyone.  Heather slightly spread her legs as her
eyes raised to meet the gaze of her classmates.  This was more intense than
making herself cum on her breaks for her friends.  There were twenty
students and an older man watching her stand there naked, playing with
herself intently.

   Heather's teacher stood over here with his arms crossed, practically
demanding that she continue.  She felt so dirty, so exposed.  What kind of
slut would masturbate in front of her entire class?  The more humiliated
she felt, the more aroused she started to get.

   It started.  Heather felt scared.  How was it possible that she was
really going to cum in front of her entire class.  She felt scared for a
split second.

   Heather leaned over, grabbing her teacher's coat with one hand,
fingering herself with the other.

   The initial wave of her orgasm crashed over her body.

   "I want to be a good girl for you.." Heather moaned at her teacher, not
breaking eye contact.

   Her fingers sped up, sending her further over the edge.

   "I'll do anything to make you happy.." Heather moaned at her teacher.

   Heather started moaning loudly.  Her left hand was holding her teacher's
jacket with a death grip, while her right hand was quickly rubbing her
clit.

   "Fuck!" Heather yelled out.  The peak of her orgasm crashed over her
young body.

   Her legs gave out as she wrapped both arms around her teacher.  Her face
only made it up to the bottom of his chest.

   She pressed her face and body into her teacher as she writhed in
ecstasy, holding him tightly as wave after wave of her orgasm washed over
her.  She rubbed her pussy up and down on her teacher's leg.

   As her orgasm finally began to subside, Heather looked up sweetly at her
teacher.  The classroom was completely silent as people watched, mostly in
disbelief at the sight of the nice, innocent girl putting on such a show
for everyone.

   Heather loosened the death grip she had on her teacher's coat.

   "Thank you sir.." She looked up, biting her lip.  Even if he was grumpy,
she was glad that he'd always have this image of her in his mind.

   A few of her classmates started clapping, others offered compliments of
her bravery, her class was clearly impressed with Heather's performance.

   Heather stood at the front of the class, still breathing heavily and
flushed from her orgasm, she clasped her hands behind her back, giggling
and swaying slightly back and forth, making sure everyone got to see her.
She was at a loss for words.  How is it possible that she just got away
with masturbating in front of twenty people so brazenly?  She still had a
small layer of spit on her breasts.  She felt dirty, but indestructible.

   Heather looked up at the clock.  To her surprise, class had been over
for nearly fifteen minutes!  Oh god!  How long had she been lost in this
moment, exposed and pleasuring herself infront of her audience.

   Heather had lost track of time, but one thing was clear, no one was in a
hurry to head home, or miss the show.

   As she slowly started collecting and putting herself back together,
Heather smiled and talked with some of her classmates.  She talked
enthusiastically about how much fun she'd been having, and how she never
wanted to wear clothes again.

   Finally it became time for the final part of her journey.  Heather
didn't bring anything with her, or to cover up with, so that meant one
thing, going back exactly how she came.

   Heather made her way to the door, looking back one last time at her
teacher and remaining students, smiling before once again disappearing back
into the hall.

   The halls were less crowded than before, since school had already ended.
This meant that she didn't have the perceived cover that the thick crowd
had brought earlier.  Now everyone, all the way down to each end of the
hall could see her.  This made her feel much more exposed.

   She loved this feeling.  She resumed twirling her hair and smiling
sweetly at those she passed.

   Before long Heather reached the front doors of her school once again. 
She stood there for a second, looking out the windows at the bustling crowd
outside.  Students, faculty, and parents alike were out there, all
preparing to head home.  As long as she was in her school, she was
protected under her own school's rules.  But once she stepped outside, she
was back in public.  Nudity became an act of rebellion once again.

   How was everyone going to react when they saw her?  Even people's
parents were going to know how much of a slut Heather was being.  She
started getting wet at the thought.  God, what was wrong with her?

   Heather bit her lip and swung the door open.  She was firm in her
resolve not to cover up.  She was proud of her body, and wanted everyone to
see her.

   People didn't notice for a few moments, but before long, traffic and
pedestrians came to a complete stop as the site of a beautiful naked
teenager made her way down the front stairs of the school's entrance.

   Heather's heart felt like it was going to explode.  There were far more
adults staring at her now than at any time before.  As she made it to the
side walk, a city bus passed.  Heather saw her reflection in the windows
and dozens of people stared at her through the windows.  Seeing her
reflection was a stark reminder of how exposed and vulnerable she was.

   Heather walked swiftly.  Her small tits and firm ass jiggled enticingly
as she made her way down the sidewalk.  She felt so provocative.  Heather
passed by the parents of one of her friends, they clearly recognized her.
She smiled and waved at them as she started to blush deeply.

   Slowly she made it back into her neighborhood.  She was a little
relieved to be back somewhere a little less crazy.

   Her walk slowed as she enjoyed the warm afternoon sun bathing every inch
of her naked body.  Her nude feet made a very distinctive pitter patter as
she stepped on the cement.

   Before Heather knew it, she was standing in front of her home once
again. She couldn't believe it.  She was so proud of herself for being
brave enough to leave her home naked and go to school.  She stood there
smiling from ear to ear, soaking in the feeling for one last minute.

   Finally a car passed, snapping the nude girl from her trance.

   Heather giggled, and rushed back inside.

   Heather wondered what people were saying.  She hadn't looked at her
phone all day.  She found she had nearly a hundred messages and missed
calls.  Clearly word got around.  Heather laughed as she scrolled through
her messages, they were mainly just asking what was going on.

   Finally she noticed a message from one of her friends with a link in it.
Heather's heart jumped.  What was this going to be?  She nervously bit her
finger as the link loaded in her phone's browser.

   She gasped.  It was obvious her adventures didn't go unnoticed.  Heather
looked down at her phone in dismay.  One of the students had created a drop
box where anyone who managed to snap a picture or video of her were
uploading their files to.

   Heather scrolled through the files, she couldn't believe her eyes.  This
was insane!  This was really her!  She couldn't help but think how good she
looked.  She started to like that people uploaded pictures of her.  It
meant that people could look at her body whenever they wanted.  She was
exposed forever.

   She knew there was definitely no keeping her adventure or exhibitionism
a secret now.  But what would this mean for the future?