Adv. Bio Ch. 01: Intro to Debauchery

**DISCLAIMER:

All characters in this story are over 18 and purely creations of fiction. Everything depicted is intended to be consensual acts involving adults. This is meant to be a fun story with only a loose connection to real life. It is not meant to be realistic. This is meant to be read for enjoyment, so hopefully you have some fun reading it. Thanks!**

**Author's Note: This is the first part in what is intended to be a fairly long series, I've already planned out 10 or so chapters. I want this series to be more drawn out, so it will be a very slow burn. Don't expect actual penetrative sex till pretty far into the series. I do want each chapter to gradually build up, and I am planning for each one to escalate but only slowly. Since this is the first chapter it has a lot of exposition and info dumping. I apologize if that makes it feel more clunky to read. This series might not be for everyone because of its pacing, but these stories are mostly written for myself, and this is the way I want to tell them. At the same time I really do hope you enjoy them, and thank you so much for reading.**

High school was supposed to be a time of learning about yourself. Everyone had always told me that during high school I would find my identity, find a good friend group, and find what I enjoyed in life. I was supposed to get to know who I was and what I wanted to be. High school was supposed to be full of new and exciting experiences, full of diverse opportunities for me to learn and grow from as I shaped myself.

Unfortunately none of that happened for me. Early in my freshman year I had a terrible accident which landed me in critical condition in the hospital. I stayed in the hospital for far longer than I had expected, as my body refused to heal. My time stuck in the hospital was long enough that I had to do my schoolwork from my medical bed. I did my freshman year finals on a laptop provided by the school, but I hoped to return to school after the summer.

Sadly I didn't make it back into the classroom for my sophomore year, nor for my junior year. Both years I spent slowly recovering, only starting my physical therapy the summer after my junior year. Eventually my health began to come back, and I made a full recovery, but I wasn't in a good enough state to return to school until the second semester of my senior year.

By the time I finally was able to walk into the school it felt extremely weird to be there. I had missed out on so much that I felt like I was a transfer student coming to a completely new school. All of my previous friends had done so much with their lives in the time I had been kept alone in the hospital that they were practically strangers to me. The world had kept moving while I had been stuck in place. I quickly figured out that all my old relationships meant almost nothing in this new world.

As if that wasn't a big enough problem my academics were a mess all to themselves. I had always been a good student, and I had done all of the work given to me during my time away from the classroom. The teachers had mostly worked very well with me, giving me all the material I needed in order to accomplish the goals of their class and gain credit. But despite how much easier it was to learn remotely in recent times, there were still some gaps in my transcript.

I was mostly on track to graduate at the end of the semester along with the rest of my class, but there were three credits I needed to meet the requirements. One was for a physical ed class, another was for a humanities class, and the last was a life science class. This might not seem like an issue, but it was a huge problem for me. Since my health recovery hadn't progressed smoothly, my school counselor and I hadn't signed me up for in person classes until the last minute. We hadn't known if I would be healthy enough and hadn't wanted to move too quickly. The problem was that by the time we got around to trying, the classes I needed were already full.

Every class that fit the criteria of my missing credits was fully booked, leaving me no opportunity to meet the requirements to graduate. But my counselor was dedicated to her job, and she worked tirelessly with the school faculty to find me a way to get the credits I needed. At the very last minute, which was the day before classes were to start for the semester, the counselor gave me some good news. She had found an odd class that fulfilled all three of the credits I needed.

I was immediately excited by this turn of events, but also somewhat confused. I didn't know what sort of class might fulfill three different credits, especially three as diverse and unconnected as the ones I needed. I did know that my school held some very strange classes, but this the most unique one I had heard of. The school was very large, and it hosted a variety of specialty programs ranging from focusing on the arts, to the trades based, to STEM focused ones. There were more courses than I could name, but finding out that there was a class that perfectly fit my needs was still a little weird.

The strangeness grew when the counselor sent me my updated schedule with the new class and I read its description. The course's full name was 'Theoretical and Practical Advanced Biology, Applications in the Studies of the Philosophy of Human Nature and Expression'. The full name was big enough that it was only spelled out in full with its description, and on my schedule it was abbreviated simply as Adv. Bio. The description described the class as using philosophical theories to examine the way we think of human biology, with the use of physical tests to demonstrate the ideas examined.

This sounded more like some wacky college course, but that wasn't so out of place for my high school. Since there were numerous advanced students, the school had let some college teachers come part time to teach one or two classes. This allowed the students to get dual credit. This program was one of the reasons my parents had signed me up for the school, but I unfortunately hadn't been able to take advantage of it yet.

One the first day of classes I put aside my weird feelings for the strange class. The class was scheduled right before lunch, so I had a little bit of time to feel like a real high school student for once. It felt actually good to go to a normal math class, to sit at an actual school desk, and to take notes while the teacher wrote on a whiteboard. I was beginning to feel like I might actually get to enjoy some of my high school career, but that feeling ended right as I made my way to Adv. Bio.

To start off, the class was held in a very weird part of the school. The school was huge and ancient. It had dozens of renovations over the years, and it sprawled with numerous additions branching out from one another. This led to some parts of the school being almost deserted, as the newer parts were used instead of the older and more decrepit sections. Adv. Bio was in one of the oldest wings of the school, which was practically empty. As I walked through it trying to find the right classroom the school felt abandoned, even though just a few hallways down there were hundreds of students bustling to class.

It took me a little while to find the right class, which was made harder since it wasn't a normal classroom. The room number on the class description was for an old locker room next to an unused gym. The only reason that I actually found it was because I heard voices coming from there and then noticed that the room number matched the one I was looking for.

I was filled with trepidation as I slowly opened the door to the room, not knowing what to expect. As the door creaked open the voices inside fell silent, which made me even more nervous. Taking in a deep breath I fully opened the door and stepped inside.

The interior of the room wasn't like any classroom, or any locker room, that I had ever seen. It looked like a locker room that had been mostly emptied, but only half converted into a classroom. There was still a row of lockers against the far wall, but all the doors had been taken off of the lockers. The room also had a wide opening to a communal shower area, which made the room's original purpose as a locker room constantly apparent despite its attempted makeover to a classroom.

The rest of the room had things a regular classroom would have, but the space was so big that it still looked quite weird. There was a whiteboard, a normal teacher's desk, and a few school desks, but there were also some very unusual items for a classroom. The student's desks were pushed towards the back of the room, and arranged in a semi circle facing the white board were several couches and loveseats.

But as weird and unusual as the furniture of the room was, it was the occupants of the classroom that caused me the most concern. There were seven girls standing near the middle of the room. They all had been idly chatting before, but now they glared at me with hard and fierce looks. I felt immediately like I had intruded on somewhere I wasn't supposed to be, and my presence was extremely unwelcome. That feeling was magnified as one of the girls pointed an accusatory finger at me and scowled.

"What the fuck are you doing here. Only students enrolled in this class can be here. Get the fuck out!" She demanded.

I quickly recognized her as Mackenzie, the most popular girl in school. I also recognized her famously quick temper and lack of patience. She stomped towards me and jabbed her pointed finger against my chest. Despite how much taller I was than her, she made herself an imposing figure as she glared up at me.

"Why are you still here? Are you an idiot? Get the hell out, and don't come back, you loser!" She yelled at me.

I took a step back towards the door, not daring to even try and speak. I had always tried to avoid confrontation, and I didn't have the bravery to try and explain to Mackenzie that I was supposed to be in the class. Her scowl was so full of rage that I quickly took another step back, but this time I backed up into something. It was far too soft to be the wall, and when I turned my head to see what I had hit I saw a woman in her late twenties who was smiling softly at me.

The older woman put her hands on my shoulders, holding me still and stopping me from stepping back any further. Her grip also happened to keep me held against her, even though I now recognized that my back was pressing against her breasts. Despite this she just continued to smile warmly, unperturbed by my closeness or Mackenzie's fury at me.

"Now, now, Mackenzie, that is certainly not a kind way to treat one of your fellow students. Especially since I believe this young man will be joining our class. We should welcome him to this classroom, not make him feel like he is invading this space." The woman said, speaking gently and calmly, though her voice still carried an air of authority.

Mackenzie immediately backed down when she saw the woman, and the popular girl stepped back. She took her finger off my chest, but her rage didn't simply go away. Instead it was transformed into an equally intense confusion. Crossing her arms Mackenzie continued to glare at me.

"But Ms Skye, he can't join this class. It's a year long class, not something he can pick up halfway through. And besides, this class is supposed to be for girls only. I thought boys weren't allowed to take this class." Mackenzie protested.

Ms Skye, who I was now assuming was the class's teacher, just chuckled at Mackenzie's words. Patting my shoulder lightly the teacher gently guided me to the side, finally removing me from pressing into her chest. As I stepped away from her I got my first real look at Ms Skye. She was dressed like a quintessential hippie, with a long flowing floral sundress, a tie dye hair band that kept her auburn hair only slightly less messy, and a peace sign necklace. I was fairly sure her earrings were wiccan symbols, and she had more bracelets and bangles around her arms than I could count. Ms Skye also just radiated an aura of peace and serenity, her soft and calming expression broadcasting a message of open acceptance and free love without her needing to say a word.

"I am supposed to be here, I think. My counselor signed me up for this Advanced Biology, and my schedule says this is the right spot." I said, holding up my schedule as proof.

I took a moment looking Ms Skye up and down, as to the best of my memory I had never seen her before. While I took in my new teacher Mackenzie let her rage grow hot again. The girl glanced back and forth in between Ms Skye and myself, confusion and anger mixing her in her eyes.

"But he can't be here. This class... What we do... The things we... He just can't join." Mackenzie stammered out, either unable or unwilling to fully articulate her issues with my participation in the class in front of me.

A few of the other girls gave words of agreement with Mackenzie, restating that this was supposed to be a girls only class. This left me completely bewildered, as I had never heard of any classes being strictly one gender before. I was left at a loss as to what to do in the situation. My only guess was that my name, Rhys, had been mistaken as a girl's name, which had happened sometimes with those unfamiliar with it. But even if that was the reason that didn't leave me with a good path to go from here. Thankfully I didn't have to defend myself any further, and the teacher quickly offered some explanation.

"Yes, this class normally is only open to female students. I'm sorry that I could not warn you all of our new student beforehand, but this happened on short notice. And I understand that changing this might upset you ladies." Ms Skye conceded, speaking gently to her students.

"But Rhys here has had a very difficult few years, and some of the struggles he has been forced to endure has placed him in a tight spot. His counselor came to me pleading for me to allow him into this class, telling me how special his case was." The teacher continued to explain.

"But he wasn't here for the first part of the year. The first semester is where we learned all of our theory. This semester we are supposed to do the practical lessons, and he can't do that if he doesn't know the theory." Mackenzie protested, and a few voices joined in again and supported her argument.

Ms Skye nodded knowingly at the objections, appearing to have been prepared for this argument. This simple acknowledgement calmed Mackenzie down for the moment, and she waited for the teacher's counterpoint. I was somewhat surprised by how strongly the teacher was supporting me, especially since I didn't know her. I was more surprised that despite how fervent Mackenzie and some other girls were to not allow me, they seemed willing to hear Ms Skye's reasoning. I figured that the teacher must have an awfully great amount of respect and approval from these students for them to hear her out.

"I know that Rhys didn't have the chance to study the texts we all went over during the first semester, and that he didn't get to participate in our conversations about the various theories and philosophies that are the foundation of the understanding we have gained together, but I am confident that he will quickly learn the lessons you girls all have already learned." Ms Skye said, turning to me with a bright smile.

"I have been assured that Rhys is a brilliant student, and I believe his studious nature will be put to use learning everything he needs to know. I have also been told how sweet and tender a young man is. He is kind and gentle, and is quite capable of being a good obedient boy." As Ms Skye said this she put a hand on my side and slowly let it drift down to my waist, all the while keeping her eyes on mine and smiling in a slightly more than friendly way.

"Those are qualities important in all students that I allow to take my class, but they are necessary in any man I would let join in my lessons. If Rhys maintains and demonstrates these qualities, and considering his extremely special circumstances, then I am willing to make an exception for him and allow him to join this class." Ms Skye declared, giving her hand on my waist a light squeeze before withdrawing it.

The teacher's full argument as to why I should be allowed to be in the class calmed most of the open anger in the room at my presence. But most of the girls still looked uncomfortable with me being there, and there was the sense that I still wasn't welcome in the space. Ms Skye might have permitted my presence, but it wasn't going to be enjoyed. I still had no idea why this class was segregated by gender, or why the girls were so uncomfortable with me being there. Still, I had to appreciate the teacher's efforts, since at least there wasn't much open hostility targeted my way anymore.

Only Mackenzie seemed to be bold enough to still be outright angry at me. But at least she didn't protest vocally. She just held her hands in fists and glared at me, which I supposed wasn't the worst. She had quite the reputation for throwing fits when she didn't get her way, and had been known to resist all authority trying to restrain her, so I was impressed that she had backed down even this much. Once again I was surprised by how much respect and admiration the teacher commanded. It seemed quite clear that all the girls were quite eager to obey what Ms Skye said, even if they didn't like it.

Now that I didn't seem so likely to get kicked out of the class I took a moment to look at the students who would be my classmates. I quickly realized that I recognized them all. This might seem surprising, since I had been absent from school for so long, but I hadn't been so isolated as I might have been. I had a step-sister just a year older, and while I had been in hospital recovering she had given me a constant stream of information regarding the going-ons of the school. My sister was a terrible gossip, and had numerous friends that were in my class, so she was able to keep me very up to date with everything that happened, and she often included pictures. She told me the latest drama, the newest sports results, how the various school clubs were doing, and everything else that happened with my classmates. Even though I never spoke to anyone, I was still able to know basically everything that happened in school.

All that information didn't let me know every single person in the senior class, but each of the girls in this class were prominent students, each for a different reason. There was the captain of the cheerleaders Brittney, who was a living example of the ditzy blonde stereotype. If there was one girl who would take being called a bimbo as a compliment, it was Brittney. Brittney was also the girl in the room who had been the least offended by my presence. Her display of discomfort only started when she noticed the other girls doing it.

There was also Nancy, who was nearly the exact opposite to Brittney in every way. Nancy was the school's top scholar, and there were rumors she had taken enough dual credits to already be halfway done with a college degree. Her supreme intellect also came with a supreme sense of arrogance, and she was known to be very dismissive to those she considered beneath her intellectual level. Nancy had been nearly as disgusted as Mackenzie by my arrival to the class, but she had calmed down quicker and more fully when Ms Skye had stepped in.

Standing in the back of the group of girls was Kennedy, the school's star athlete. Kennedy excelled in every single sport she competed in, blazing ahead of all the competition. She was considered an Olympic hopeful in several sports. Despite her stellar athletic achievements Kennedy was extremely humble, as well as shy. She avoided the spotlight as much as she could, and tried not to stand out. Kennedy had been the only girl not to really react to me, though I couldn't tell if that was from stoic apathy or a lack of desire to express her attitude towards me.

Jade had been more clear about her dislike of my presence, but her distaste hadn't risen to the levels of Mackenzie or Nancy. Jade wasn't a top student or star athlete, but she was the darling of both the theater and music departments. She had been in the leading roles for all of the last few plays and musicals, and she made it known that she was destined for much bigger stages in the future. Jade definitely had the talent to be the next big celebrity, and the only thing in doubt was if she would be a pop star or an actress. Or at least which one she would be first.

Eden's renown didn't come strictly from what she did at school. Her father was the head pastor of the city's biggest megachurch. Because of this, Eden always made a big display of her piety and religious reverence. She led several bible studies which drew in fairly big numbers, and she was always the loudest to condemn sinners whenever something scandalous happened. Eden's glare at me when I had arrived might have been the most fierce, but strangely I felt like it had also been performative and lacked any real conviction. Oddly, I caught glimpses of what almost looked like excitement in her eyes when Ms Skye had explained that I was actually supposed to join the class.

The girl who had the biggest change in attitude when the teacher explained the reason for my presence was Artemis. Artemis wasn't her real name, rather one she had taken up rather recently. Artemis was a classical rebel, constantly striving against authority for the purpose of resistance itself. She clashed with anyone who opposed her or tried to hold her back, and famously had several full scale conflicts with Mackenzie in the past. She was widely known for having no respect for any staff at the school, which made it a huge surprise when she had gone from scowling at me to smiling with friendliness after Ms Skye's explanation. For some reason Artemis seemed to be swayed quite strongly by the teacher, and I caught Artemis staring wistfully at Ms Skye. Despite her normal struggles with authority Artemis had a completely different relationship with this teacher.

And lastly of course was Mackenzie, the most popular girl in school. Other than causing almost as many issues with teachers as Artemis, Mackenzie spent her time dominating the social dynamics of the school. She and her football captain boyfriend practically were queen and king, either respected or feared by everyone. Mackenzie ruled with an iron fist, and was cruel with how she wielded the powers of her social influence. No one dared cross her, for fear she would ruin their reputation and social lives.

Every single girl was nearly as different as they could be. Each was an exemplar of a different high school stereotype. The only thing they had in common was that they all were extremely gorgeous, but even their beauty was as diverse as their personalities. Having each of my classmates be from distinct cliques was nearly as odd as everything else about the class so far.

But I was at least glad that having the teacher step in to explain the reason for my presence had stopped any active protestations of my joining the class. Some girls still looked quite warily at me, but I supposed that I could deal with people being annoyed at me. It might be a little more difficult in such a small class, but it was manageable. Turning to Ms. Skye I waited for her to direct us on how to start the class.

"Well, now that we have settled that issue we can get right into it. As Mackenzie said earlier, the first semester was devoted to learning and understanding some essential theories and philosophies that make up the foundation of the class. You girls did great work with that, and I think that you all understand and believe the core messages I sought out to teach. You all know the importance of rejecting shame and being proud of your own image. You all have learned how harmful the cultural stigmatising of feminine beauty is. And you have recognized how society seeks to place artificial inhibitions on our natural desires and repress our urges so that any exploration or experiences that might lead to higher understanding is seen as falsely degenerate." Ms Skye told the girls.

As the teacher listed off the accomplishments achieved during the first semester I wondered just what had actually been learned during that time. Much of what Ms Skye said sounded like the mission statement of a new age nudist commune, not the syllabus of a high school class. But with each accomplishment she listed the girls of the class nodded and smiled, clearly proud of the work they had done. Even the prudish and conservative Eden looked quite pleased with herself having gained the understanding Ms Skye talked about.

"And so because we have learned all the important theoretical lessons, it is time we move on to practical applications and more physical tests to demonstrate the truths we have learned. We need to experience some of the things we talked about in order to truly know them, and take part in exercises that test our conviction to the beliefs we claim to hold." Ms Skye announced, speaking more like a preacher now than just a teacher.

Ms Skye's words excited the girls, making their eyes alight with an eager energy. I couldn't help but get caught up in that as well, as despite my cold welcome to the class I felt myself grow excited. Ms Skye had a master talent for convincing her students and directing their emotions. It was clear that this was partly why the girls held so much respect for her. I was already feeling myself drawn to be loyal to her, and that was only after a few minutes of listening to her. After a full semester of hearing her teach the girls must have been moulded quite skillfully into being aligned with Ms Skye's goals.

"Therefore, I think it's a good idea that we adopt the dress code we discussed at the end of last semester. This will help us all get into the proper headspace to learn the truths we seek. You may all get started getting into the proper attire while I grab the textbooks Rhys will need to read to catch up." Ms Skye said.

The teacher turned and started to walk towards the back of the classroom, but stopped when she saw the shocked faces of her students. I had no idea what this dress code might be, but just the mention of it had soured the excitement of every girl in the room. Gone were the eager faces which looked at Ms Skye with adoring admiration, and in their places were expressions of dread and horror. The change had been immediate once Ms Skye had directed the class to change attire, all except for Brittney. The cheerleader had kept her blissfully happy face, and only had started to mimic her peers when she saw their expressions go dark.

"What, is there a problem?" Ms Skye asked, putting her hands on her hips and facing the class once more. "We all agreed to this last semester, some of you were quite looking forward to it if I remember. The last of you turned 18 over the break, so I know that's not the issue. And Rhys is over 18 as well, I made sure to check, so none of you need to worry about that. You are all young adults now, so this shouldn't be a problem."

The girls reacted nervously to the teacher's questions, fidgeting with their hands and not meeting her eyes. I just became even more confused, not understanding what was happening at all. I had already been puzzled by the need for a particular dress code for this class, but my confusion had become bewilderment as Ms Skye mentioned our ages. I had no idea why being over 18 was relevant, or at least I couldn't think of any realistic reason why being an adult could matter. The tension in the room grew as no one answered the teacher, and it was only broken when Eden stepped forward to speak.

"Ms Skye, we agreed to the dress code when it was just us girls. We can't... well we can't do that... not in front of him." Eden protested, giving me a distrustful side eye.

Murmurs of agreement with this sentiment came from several other girls, most loudly Mackenzie and Nancy. This only made me more perplexed, as the only dress codes I could think of being a problem now that I was included were far too lewd to be possible in a high school class.

Hearing the complaints that the dress code was now unreasonable with my inclusion, Ms Skye's face went from warm and smiling to disappointed. This quickly sent a wave of unease through the girls, and it was obvious that they hated upsetting their teacher. When Ms Skye let out a low disappointed sigh the girls were very dismayed, and they glanced with worry at each other.

"I understand why some people might be hesitant to do this, but I thought you girls were better than that. I thought you all had really started to believe the things I was teaching you, and that you weren't letting your thinking be stuck in the bondage our patriarchal society places on us. I really believed that you girls were beyond such petty and artificial inhibitions. Perhaps I was wrong, perhaps you girls never really understood what I was trying to teach. Maybe this was all just a waste of time." Ms Skye said, clearly disheartened by the girls' reactions.

Seeing their teacher become so dispirited almost sent the girls into panic. Their need for Ms Skye's approval was evident, and having it taken away made them desperately search for something to win back her favor. Artemis was the most affected by this, as there was a deep horror in her face when she heard the teacher's disappointed words. Because of her despair Artemis was the quickest to try and reverse course.

"No, you weren't wrong. We did learn the things you taught us, I promise." Artemis pleaded. "We'll do it, I swear. We'll show you that we truly believe the lessons you shared with us. We'll show you that you were right in thinking we were ready for the next steps."

Artemis's desperate begging softened the disappointment on Ms Skye's face, and the teacher gave a light smile to the girls. Even this small display immediately alleviated most of the panic in the students, and they now looked quite resolved to not cause their teacher any further dismay. All of the girls spoke up to agree with Artemis, saying that they would do just as Ms. Skye asked to show how much they believed in her teachings. Hearing a chorus of voices all pledging to obey her Ms Skye smiled wider and brighter, and let out a happy sigh.

"Well, I'm glad to hear how committed you all are to doing what is needed to succeed in this class. I'm happy to hear that I was mistaken about your lack of conviction. You can demonstrate that conviction by explaining to Rhys what the dress code will be for this semester of classes, and then getting dressed in the proper attire." Ms Skye stated, sounding quite pleased with herself.

The teacher turned to start walking back to where she had been heading, but before she fully turned around Ms Skye gave me a quick but very suggestive wink. I was now completely bewildered and puzzled. Turning to the group of girls I glanced between them, waiting to see who would try and explain what this all had been about. It was Artemis who stepped towards me to speak, as she was still very motivated to not disappoint the teacher.

"The first semester we learned about how society tries to restrict us by demanding we become shameful about our bodies. Our culture demands that we hide our beauty and become fearful of the admiration of others. In order to help destigmatize the display of our natural selves we agreed to shed the false modesty imposed on us by the patriarchy and participate in this class only in our underwear." Artemis recited, speaking like she was reading from a textbook.

My jaw dropped as I listened to her, and my eyes went wide. I had been expecting some sort of liberated feminist philosophy that went right over my head, but I hadn't guessed that it would be anything like this. I was shocked beyond belief, and I was even more surprised by how none of the other girls seemed to reject what Artemis had said. They all had nodded along as Artemis had recited the short speech, making it clear they had known the words well in advance. I couldn't believe that they all would agree with this idea, and I was waiting for one of the more outspoken to bring a new argument as to why this couldn't happen. But I was even more stunned as they all stayed silent, and I simply watched as Artemis began to undress.

Artemis's current clothes were chosen to clearly showcase her identity as a rebellious punk. She wore fishnet stockings and a tight pair of red leather shorts. Her shirt had the anarchy symbol, and she wore a black leather jacket with spikes and studs all over it. She wore fingerless gloves with pentagrams on the back of her hands. Even her hair was a statement, dyed a combination of iridescent purple and neon blue, both colors shimmering and changing shade whenever she moved her head. Despite how bold her outfit made her seem, Artemis went about stripping it off rather meekly.

She let her jacket slide off her shoulders, and it hit the ground with a heavy thud. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt Artemis lifted it up slowly, still needing to gather her resolve to continue. She paused right before exposing her bra, but after taking in a breath she pulled it off completely. She unbuttoned her shorts and slid them off more quickly, though she kept her eyes warily on me the whole time. Taking off her heavy combat boots she also pulled off her gloves.

Artemis did leave her fishnet stockings on, but the only thing else she was left in was her underwear. I couldn't help but stare and admire her extremely pale body, only covered by her sports bra and a pair of boyshorts. Artemis was petite in every way, with thin legs, a slender waist, and small breasts that hardly filled her bra. Without her large boots she was quite short, and I guessed that she wasn't over five feet.

After finishing undressing Artemis grabbed her clothes and took them over to one of the open lockers on the far side of the room. As she stowed away her clothes I waited to see if any of the other girls would be bold enough to start changing into the class's ridiculous dress code. To my continued surprise, after a brief moment all of the girls started to undress. At this point my heart was beating as fast as a jackhammer. My mind raced just as quick, and it was only because of this heightened state that I was able to focus on all of the girls stripping and take in every detail.

Brittney was the hardest to watch fully, since she undressed the fastest. Brittney stripped in an extremely casual way, as if getting mostly naked in front of me wasn't a big deal for her now that the other girls were doing it. She was wearing her cheerleader uniform, since there was a school assembly at the end of the day and she'd be performing in it.

After Brittney took off the skirt and top of her uniform impressively fast, she let out a happy sigh. It hinted that she was relieved to be in less clothes, and she even tugged at her bra and panties as if she wished she could take them off as well. Brittney then ran her hands down her tanned skin, either unknowingly or uncaringly highlighting her gorgeous figure for me. Brittney's body seemed composed completely of delicious looking curves, from her huge breasts that were hardly contained by a far too small bra, to her juicy ass that wasn't covered at all by a thong. And everything about her hourglass figure, which was barely taller than Artemis, seemed to bounce with a playful and nubile sexiness, even her blonde hair which was tied up into two pigtails.

Jade stripped down faster than everyone else but Brittney, since she was practiced in changing in and out of costumes for her various stage productions. She wore a basic pair of jeans and a simple shirt, with an unadorned vest over it. Despite her aspirations for stardom, Jade tended to dress rather plainly. She loved the limelight of the stage, but she tended to be far more reserved off of it. So despite her speed in undressing Jade still looked shy and uncomfortable stripping down in front of me.

Because of her shyness I felt more awkward staring at Jade's half naked body, but she was just so beautiful that I couldn't look away. She was the tallest of the class, though still several inches shorter than me, and her slender body was amazing to look at. Her underwear was a matched set of black panties and a bra, which stood out against her very pale skin. Jade tried to hide her face behind her mess of ginger curls, but behind her hair I could see her blush as I checked out her perky breasts pushed together by her bra.

Nancy fussed quite a bit as she undressed, muttering to herself as she took off her long plaid skirt and unbuttoned her white blouse. She did leave on her thigh high white socks, which matched her white panties and bra. Nancy was quite slim once she was left just in her underwear, socks, and her glasses, and she had nearly as small a bust as Artemis. Her light brown hair was kept in a long ponytail, which Nancy used to fuss with once she was undressed.

Mackenzie drew most of my attention as she stripped down, and it wasn't just because I was eager to see her sexy body. Mackenzie was still the most frustrated by my presence, and she continued to mumble angrily to herself and glare at me. Mackenzie came from an extremely wealthy family, and her outfit probably cost more than most of my wardrobe back home put together. Her designer jeans were so tight they might have been painted on and her light sweater looked softer than any blanket I had ever seen.

With her scorn still focused on me I felt far less guilty gawking at Mackenzie as she revealed her body. And once she got half naked Mackenzie seemed to take a few moments to pose, as if she wanted to show off her body to me and the others. She wore a set of lacy blue underwear that looked as expensive as her other clothes. Her bra pushed together her large tits to give her even more cleavage than she already had. Her toned legs were long despite her average height, and every inch of her well tanned skin looked soft and delicate. Even her loose blonde hair looked like it would be amazing to touch.

In contrast to Mackenzie making a whole production out of stripping down, Kennedy undressed without any fanfare. The talented athlete took off her loose sweatpants and oversized shirt without looking at her peers or at me, and she did it with an almost blank expression. Once she had gotten rid of her baggy clothes Kennedy revealed an amazingly fit body. Toned didn't go far enough in describing Kennedy's abs and tight butt, and muscular didn't quite capture the grandeur of her strong arms and legs. She wasn't bulky, and the power of her body was contained in a rather lean figure. Her sports bra also did a remarkable job in hiding the shape of her breasts, which were nearly the size of Brittney's. After getting down to her underwear Kennedy idly played with her dark brown hair that was tied into a tight braid, still not giving any hints as to her current emotions or thoughts.

That Eden was the slowest to undress was the first thing that in the class that hadn't surprised me. The pastor's daughter always dressed extremely conservatively, and she often and publicly called out other girls for the sin of being indecent with their clothing choices. I had expected Eden to not undress at all, and be the sole member of the class to refuse to obey this crazy dress code. So when every other girl had gotten half naked and were putting away their discarded clothes into lockers I looked at Eden and waited to see what she would do.

What happened next actually did surprise me. Eden smiled once she had my complete attention, and she let out a pleased sigh as if she had been waiting for my full focus to be on her. With exaggerated movements she tugged off her heavy sweater, and once it was off she immediately put her hands over her bra as if to shield it from my sight. She put on a frown, but I could tell her annoyed modesty was a facade. Making sure she still had my eyes on her, Eden made a show of reluctantly taking her hands off her bra and then slowly removed her skirt that went down to her ankles. Both her bra and panties were far more skimpy than I would have guessed the conservative girl would have. With her outer clothes off Eden quickly brushed some of her hair in front of her. Eden was the only girl in the class that could actually hide some of her body behind her hair, since Eden had reportedly never had her blonde and light brown hair cut. It went down past her waist, but the way Eden used it just made her body even more tantalizing.

Eden continued to use her lengthy hair to partially cover herself as she tucked away her clothes. That left every single girl only in her underwear, aside for a few pairs of socks and stockings, as well as a variety of piercings. In addition to the normal ear piercings that most girls had, Brittney, Mackenzie, and Artemis all had their navels pierced. Artemis had a few extra ear piercings as well as one in her nose. Not a single girl had a tattoo that I could see, not even Artemis.

Now that the girls had stripped down I figured out a few things. The first was why this class was in such a remote and secluded part of the school. This far away from any other active classroom there was basically no chance that anyone would accidentally discover what was going on here. I didn't know if the administration knew what was happening in the class, but it seemed obvious that both the students and the teacher didn't want anyone mistakenly discovering the activities of the class. I also came to the conclusion that I desperately need to keep attending this class. The chance to be in a room with so many attractive girls in their underwear was just too good to pass up.

I had gotten a good look at each of the girls, and now they stared at me. It took me a few moments to realize that they were waiting for me to undress as well. I had happily watched them strip down, marveling at my amazing luck in seeing so many hot girls get half naked in front of me, but now my happiness turned to nervous anxiety. My nervousness only increased as Ms Skye returned to the center of the room carrying several books and looked at me with the same expectant gaze as my classmates had.

"Are you going to join your peers in the proper attire, Rhys? I had been told that you were a good obedient boy. Are you going to start your first day in my class by ogling my students and then refusing to follow the rules?" Ms Skye asked, speaking more sternly than she had before.

I felt an immediate shame wash over me as she called out how I had been leering at the girls as they undressed. I also felt a strange thrill when Ms Skye called me a 'good obedient boy'. The way she had said it filled me with an unusual feeling, but it made me want to have her praise me again. Wanting to satisfy both the shame and my new need to obey Ms Skye, I set down my backpack which I had brought in and tentatively started to undress.

I started off slowly, feeling very uncomfortable as all seven of my classmates and my teacher watched me intently. But I was motivated by a desire not to get kicked out of the class, so I didn't let my hesitation stop me. Undressing down to my underwear might be incredibly weird, but if it meant I was able to be in a class with seven insanely hot girls also in their underwear I was willing to push past my discomfort.

I took off my shirt first, and then after quickly kicking off my shoes I somewhat hastily removed my jeans. I felt all eight pairs of eyes focused on me, and I couldn't help but wonder what they thought of my body. The accident that had landed me in the hospital, and the many surgeries I had needed afterwards, had left my body covered in scars both large and small. I heard a few gasps as these injuries were revealed. Luckily I wasn't too ashamed of my body, even with my many scars. I had lost a lot of weight in the hospital, but when I had started my physical therapy I had been paired with an excellent trainer who had guided me into great shape. I didn't have the big bulk of some football players perhaps, but I was lean and well muscled throughout my body.

As I stood in my underwear I noticed some of the girls' intense gazes had changed, and some of them were even looking longingly at my exposed body. Jade bit her lower lip as she stared at my abs, and Brittney was smiling quite flirtatiously at me. Eden had a bright hunger in her eyes, especially as she stared below my waist at my underwear. After having watched so many pretty girls partially undress I was now sporting a tent in my loose boxer shorts, though my cock was only half erect.

I was starting to wonder just how long everyone would stare at me when Ms Skye clapped her hands happily and drew all the attention back to her. I wondered if the teacher might also strip down to follow the dress code, but she seemed to have no plans to do so. None of the girls seemed bothered by this, so I guessed that it hadn't been part of the plan they had arranged the previous semester.

"Thank you all so much for agreeing to follow this new rule. I think it will help us ever so much in the lessons I have planned for this semester." Ms Skye said, her voice upbeat and full of joy.

She handed me a large stack of thick books as she passed by me and walked towards the front of the classroom. The books had titles like 'Rejecting the Shackles of Artificial Modesty' and 'Feminist Liberation and the Biological Imperative to Seek Pleasure'. My eyes were drawn especially to the books called 'The Philosophy and Biology of Sexual Hedonism' and 'Polyamory: Why Monogamy is a tool of the Patriarchy'. If these were the books the class had read and discussed in the previous semester then I was beginning to understand why they might have agreed to the new dress code.

I put the book as well as the clothes I had taken off into a locker. As I did that Ms Skye began assigning seats for the class. She told the girls to take seats on the couches and loveseats arranged near the front of the class, not using the regular school desks at all. The spot Ms Skye gave to me was in the middle of a couch, in between Brittney and Kennedy.

The couch was a little tight for three people, and no matter how I positioned myself I brushed up against the girls on either side of me. Kennedy leaned away a little bit, but she didn't seem too bothered by the contact. Brittney cared even less, and the cheerful smile that stayed on her lips suggested that she enjoyed the closeness. She occasionally even leaned closer, letting her leg briefly press against mine as her shoulder brushed along my side.

I settled into the couch as Ms Skye began to teach, listing off some goals she wanted the class to achieve this semester. I was very interested in what sort of things we would be doing, especially since Ms Skye said that there would be some practical tests done to demonstrate some of the theories they discussed. But it was hard to pay attention. Ms Skye was extremely gorgeous, and the way her light dress swayed gave generous hints at her curvy body beneath. But as enticing as the teacher was, my eyes kept moving away from her to gaze longingly at the half dressed girls around me.

Even just lounging on the couches and seats the girls seemed to effortlessly strike incredibly sexy poses, displaying all of their exposed bodies and making what parts of them were covered up even more alluring. And since my classmates weren't accustomed to listening to a teacher just in their underwear, they often adjusted their bras and panties as they tried to get more comfortable. This motion only made my eyes more drawn to them, and I completely lost track of what Ms Skye was saying.

The more I ogled my classmates the more my heart beat faster and the more aroused I became. My cock steadily grew larger, making the tent in my boxers ever bigger. I shifted and tried to hide the bulge in my underwear, but with so little clothes I didn't have a way to obscure my increasing erection. I didn't even have a school desk to hide it under, and on the couch it was practically out in the open.

I silently prayed that no one else would notice this, but my hopes were in vain. My classmates also all hadn't been paying full attention to Ms Skye. Most of them glanced at each other occasionally, checking out the bodies of their peers, but some leered at their classmates with just as much lust and desire as I did. As they looked at each other their eyes also landed on me, and their gazes almost always moved right to the tent in my boxers.

Some of the girls just smirked at my obvious arousal, not minding the natural result of a young man being in a room full of sexy half naked girls. Other of my classmates appeared to be excited. Brittney licked her lips as she saw the sign of my erection, and she almost reached for it a few times. Eden switched between looking hungrily at my bulge and trying to look aghast by it. But some girls' only reaction to my arousal was disgust. Mackenzie and Nancy both scowled fiercely at me, and their frowns grew the more my cock did.

Eventually Nancy got so annoyed and irritated by the sight of the bulge in my underwear that she raised her hand to draw Ms Skye's attention. The teacher took a few moments to notice Nancy's gesture, but when she did she paused her teaching and gave the girl her attention. Nancy immediately lowered her hand and pointed accusingly at my crotch.

"Can we please have something done about that. We can't have a proper learning environment with that around. His gross boner is making us all feel uncomfortable. This is exactly why this class shouldn't have guys in it." Nancy declared, speaking to the teacher but glaring straight at me.

Ms Skye let out a soft sigh at Nancy's diatribe and then looked towards me. She gave me a light smile and then looked down at my crotch, noticing my obvious erection underneath my underwear. Ms Skye simply raised an eyebrow as she saw the evidence of my hard cock, and it almost looked like her smile grew a little bit before she turned back to Nancy.

"Nancy, you know perfectly well that arousal is perfectly normal and should not be shamed. It's a natural part of our biology, something which we have talked about at length before. If you are uncomfortable seeing a normal function of the human body, then that is your own issue to solve." Ms Skye said, unexpectedly defending my obvious erection.

Nancy crossed her arms at the teacher's rebuttal to her complaint, and she gave me an even more angry glare. Mackenzie seemed like she wanted to speak up and try to reinforce Nancy's argument, but after Ms Skye's reply she was struggling to find the right words. I felt like the issue was resolved until the teacher turned to face me again.

"The only reason that there would be a problem with Rhys's excitement is if it was becoming a distraction for him. Sexual arousal is accepted in this class, but a lack of focus isn't. Now Rhys, can you prove you weren't too distracted and repeat to me what I was just saying?" Ms Skye asked, looking into my eyes.

I felt dread creep into my heart when Ms Skye mentioned being distracted, and I desperately wanted to shrink away and hide from her question. I hadn't been paying any attention to the teacher's words for a little while, and just previously to Nancy's outburst I had been staring at Jade as she ran her hand up and down her long legs. Not able to meet Ms Skye's eyes I stammered, unable to even try and fake or guess an answer to her question.

Ms Skye let out a low sigh and crossed her arms, looking far less kindly at me. She stared at me for a few moments before gesturing for me to stand, which I remorsefully did. As I stood my erection was even more apparent, and I was surprised when Ms Skye stepped closer to me and put a hand on my shoulder. She got close enough that the tent in my boxers nearly touched her.

"Well, it seems like Nancy was correct in identifying Rhy's arousal as an issue, though not for the reasons she listed. But nonetheless we will need to remove the problem. Rhys, come with me." Ms Skye said, using her hand on my shoulder to guide me away.

The teacher led me towards the communal shower that was attached to the classroom. I felt shame and regret and she guided me on. I had thought this class would be a wonderful chance to hang around half naked girls, but I had already ruined that opportunity by becoming too excited by it. And I had probably also ruined my chance at graduating, since there wasn't another way for me to get the credits I needed other than this class. I was certain that Ms Skye was just bringing me into the shower to separate me from the others and then she'd kick me out of the class.

But as we got far enough into the shower that we couldn't be seen from the classroom Ms Skye stopped me and stepped in front of me and looked me in the eyes. She was smiling gently and without malice, and I saw no ill intent in her eyes. She took her hand from my shoulder and lifted it up to my cheek.

"I don't blame you at all for getting a little too excited and a bit distracted, Rhys. I know that this class must be very overwhelming for you. I know that you have a chance to be a wonderful part of this class, and I'm certain that you have what it takes to really succeed. You could really help your classmates learn far more than it would be possible without you, so I'm willing to give you an opportunity to calm down and release some of the tension inside you so that you can focus on the learning that's supposed to happen in the class." She told me, smiling sweetly.

"I want you to know that this isn't intended to be a punishment. It's just something you need to do so you can concentrate better on the education I'm trying to provide." Ms Skye said.

I looked at her with confusion. I had guessed that she was ready to have me kicked out, but it now seemed like she had something else in mind altogether. But I wasn't quite figuring out what she meant, or what she wanted me to do. My confusion grew even more as she handed me a plastic cup that looked like a medical specimen cup.

"So just go ahead and release all that tension right here. I'll let you continue attending this class if you show me that you can deal with your excitement in a healthy way. Just use that cup when you are finishing so that we don't have to make a mess in here." Ms Skye directed me.

With these words I realized what the teacher was instructing me to do. Ms Skye was wanting me to jerk off so that my erection would die down. And she wanted me to cum in the cup she had handed me. I was so shocked that I just stared at her for a few seconds before replying.

"You want me to do that? Right here, with you... well um, with you here?" I asked, partially stammering as I looked into her eyes.

Strangely I wasn't opposed to the idea of me masturbating. From what I had seen of the class I very much wanted to continue taking it, and I was willing to jerk off if that's what it took. But the idea of doing it with my teacher right in front of me was still a bit too crazy. Ms Skye just giggled softly at my hesitation and how I had fumbled my words.

"Well of course I have to be here. I need to make sure you actually finish, so that I can know you're ready to focus and start learning again." She said, giving me a teasing smile. "But I can understand if you don't want me watching so closely. If it helps I stand behind you. You're a big guy so I wouldn't be able to see a thing, but I still know you're being a good boy for me."

Giving me a wink and letting out another giggle Ms Skye walked behind me. Her moving around my back should have hardly made a difference to how crazy it was to masturbate for my teacher, but somehow it seemed far more reasonable. That, and the way she had called me a good boy again had filled me with a strong desire to do whatever she wanted from me. That impulse was so strong that I pulled down my boxers and got out my cock without any further hesitation.

"That's a good boy." Ms Skye purred out in a sultry voice from behind me, which made a shiver run up my spine. "But just one more thing, I almost forgot. This should make it a lot easier for you."

The teacher reached for my right hand and pulled it back towards her, holding my palm up and flat. At first I guessed she might give me some lotion to help me masturbate, but instead Ms Skye spat a few times in my hand. Giggling once more she let go of my hand, leaving me to use her saliva to lubricate my dick.

Not knowing what else to do I started to rub my cock, slowly stroking my hand up and down my shaft. After having watched all the girls strip down and then staring at them in their underwear my dick was aching for attention, and a low moan passed through my lips once I started to stroke myself. Behind me Ms Skye hummed in appreciation, apparently enjoying the sound of my pleasure.

As I jerked off I stared at the wall in front of me, trying not to focus too much on how weird this all was. But I couldn't control where my thoughts drifted to, and I began to wonder just what the girls in the class thought the teacher and I were doing. If they had all stayed in their seats then they couldn't see us, but I didn't know how well they could hear us. Because of that I tried to keep myself quiet, and I avoided stroking myself too fast in case that sound could reach my classmates.

My lack of any further moans seemed to displease Ms Skye. After a little while of me holding back from groaning or sighing I felt her lightly brush her fingertips along my sides, teasing them up and down. She leaned in against my back, and I felt her breasts press against me through her dress once more. I also felt her breath hot and heavy against my skin.

"You're holding so much tension Rhys, you just need to relax and let yourself release it all. Let your body enjoy the things it is feeling. Trying to repress your natural urges is why you got so distracted in the first place. If you weren't suppressing your desires you probably wouldn't have needed this." Ms Skye advised me.

The touch of her body against me and the feeling of her hands on my skin was strangely intense. She spoke in a low and sensuous voice, which made her words that much more convincing. Not wanting to reject her advice I let out another moan, and then another. As I did I felt Ms Skye lean just a little more into me, which made me feel even better. I stroked myself faster, somehow feeling less weird that I was masturbating for my teacher.

"That's a good boy, just do what comes naturally. This all is very natural, nothing should be gross or bizarre about it. You getting aroused by those pretty girls undressing was perfectly natural. It's okay if you get excited by seeing some hot classmates in their underwear. In fact, I'd encourage you to think of them right now if that helps. Close your eyes and remember just how sexy they looked. Imagine all the things your body wants to do with those young women. It's natural, and it will help you release all this distracting tension." Ms Skye told me, whispering her words as her lips were held just inches away from my skin.

Ms Skye spoke like an expert seductress, coaxing me into higher levels of arousal. I stroked myself faster and did just as she suggested, shutting my eyes and picturing my classmates in my mind. I quickly started to imagine all the things I wanted to do with the girls, kissing them, touching them, and getting rid of the last of their clothes. However with so many gorgeous girls to pick from, my mind kept switching between them all.

As it was hard to stick to one fantasy when there were so many tempting options I unintentionally slowed down my stroking and stopped moaning. Not hearing my groans of pleasure Ms Skye leaned in even closer against me. She was so close that as her breasts squeezed against my back I felt her hard nipples press into me. This suggested that she wasn't wearing a bra, and perhaps that was the reason she hadn't stripped down to her underwear. But I hardly paid attention to that, since she let her hands move around my waist and brush over my lower stomach. Her fingers drifted up and down, barely above my cock.

"If the sweet girls in the next room over don't excite you enough, you can think of me instead. Just focus on the way my body fits against yours, enjoy the touch of my hands and the heat of my breath against your skin." Ms Skye offered, speaking even more alluringly.

I immediately let out a low groan and started to stroke myself even faster than I had before. Ms Skye giggled at my reaction and she pressed a kiss in between my shoulder blades to encourage me even more. She held herself against my back, pressing her soft curves into me. This felt amazing, and I was quickly moaning more heavily and more frequently. I stopped caring if the girls could hear my moans and sighs, and let them out freely as I jerked my cock.

The more I focused on Ms Skye the quicker I progressed to cumming. I wondered if under her thin dress she was wearing any underwear at all. From all the hints her light sundress gave I imagined she had an amazing body, and as I jerked myself off I desperately wanted to see or touch her. I wanted her to touch me more as well, though I resisted grabbing one of her hands and pulling it onto my cock.

My grunts and groans grew lower and heavier, and I felt myself rapidly approaching my limit. My cock throbbed in my hand, and with each pump I felt my balls get more ready to empty themselves. I moved the cup to be ready to catch my jizz when it came out.

"You're getting close. That's great, just surrender yourself to your pleasure and let your mind and body be emptied of all tension and distraction. Cum for me Rhys, be a good boy and cum for me." Ms Skye urged.

Her words were encouragement enough, but when she called me a good boy one more time my orgasm took over. I grunted in a rough voice as I shot my jizz into the cup, cumming hard. I kept my eyes shut as I climaxed, letting the sharp pleasure wash over my senses. Ms Skye cooed and purred in a soft voice, clearly delighted by my orgasm. She also whispered sweet words of praise to me, but I could only barely pay attention to them.

The orgasm was more intense than I had ever had before. I had never had sex, never even gotten a blowjob, and this was the most sexual experience I had ever had. As I came down from my climax I tried to catch my breath, and my mind became much clearer. Without the intoxicating influence of my arousal I was acutely aware of how strange it was that I just had a teacher coach me through masturbating.

It only continued to get stranger as Ms Skye squeezed her arms around me and gave me a tight hug. She pressed her lips against my back for one more kiss and then released me. Before pulling her arms fully away she grabbed the cup full of my jizz from my hands.

"I knew you could do it, what a good boy you are. Go ahead and return to your seat. Just remember I expect you to be paying attention, otherwise we may need to come back here and try again." Ms Skye told me, her tone playful and joking.

Blinking my eyes open I tugged up my boxers and got my cock covered up before turning around. Ms Skye was giving me a bright grin, and she was holding the cup of my cum quite protectively. She gestured for me to leave the shower area and return to the classroom, so after taking a quick breath I did just that.

As I reentered the classroom every girl was staring right at me. It was clear they had heard, or at least figured out, what I was doing in the shower area. They all looked down at my crotch, and gave a variety of reactions once they saw I was no longer sporting a stiff erection. Brittney pouted, seeming to be disappointed. Most other girls just gave sighs of relief and then looked away from my boxers. Mackenzie still scowled at me, appearing to have her opinion of me unchanged by my current lack of a boner.

Trying to act not too awkwardly I sat back in my seat in between Brittney and Kennedy. Kennedy gave me a slight smile, which was the most emotion I had seen from her all class. As I settled in it now felt far more normal to be in a room full of people only in their underwear. Masturbating had actually cleared my mind, and I felt far less distracted by the beautiful bodies on display all around me.

I felt ready to start learning, but Ms Skye didn't appear for a little while. I wondered what she was doing still in the shower area. When she did return to the classroom, the cup that had been holding my jizz was now empty. Walking to the front of the class Ms Skye wiped something from the corner of her mouth and then licked her lips. She set the empty cup on her desk and then launched into discussing what we all would be required to read before the next class.

I tried to listen as best I could to the teacher, but a part of my mind couldn't stop thinking about the now empty cup. I knew she might just have dumped the contents into a trash can or something, but I hadn't recalled seeing one in the shower area. And the way she had licked her lips gave me far too erotica ideas for how calm I was trying to be. I forced myself not to think about how she might have just swallowed a load of my cum, and instead I listened to her.

Thankfully I didn't have to maintain my focus too long, since the class soon ended. Ms Skye dismissed us with a happy smile. She also reminded us to get dressed before we left the class. None of us needed such a reminder, since we were all quite aware of our partial nudity, except perhaps for Brittney. The cheerleader looked extremely comfortable in her far too small bra and thin thong, and I spotted some reluctance in her expression as she got dressed back into her cheerleading outfit.

Once we had dressed my classmates and I headed out of the classroom as a group. After we were through the door we quickly parted ways, not speaking a word to each other. No one seemed eager to discuss the events that had gone on. Some of the girls hurried off so quickly I wondered if they were headed to a school counselor so they could request leaving the class. I might have been eager to see them all in their underwear again, but I knew most of them weren't looking forward to stripping down in front of me again.

I had my lunch period directly after the class, and since I had brought my lunch I chose to eat it out in my car in the parking lot. I needed some time alone to try and process what had happened. There were so many strange things about the class that I didn't really come to any conclusions. All I was able to figure out was that I desperately needed to continue taking the class. There was far too much promise of exciting experiences to be had. I needed to know what sort of practical demonstrations Ms Skye would have my classmates and I do together.

After my lunch I found my mood lifted quite high, and the rest of the day went by as a pleasant blur. I even headed to the school assembly with an upbeat attitude, though I had earlier thought of it as a waste of time. At the assembly everyone in the school was present, and it packed the gym where it was held completely full.

The assembly was fairly boring. It basically brought out all the various clubs and teams and hyped up what they would be doing during the semester. I did enjoy seeing various girls from my Adv. Bio class though, especially when the clubs and teams they were in were recognized.

I got a secret pleasure as Kennedy was praised for her athletic accomplishments, when Jade got a solo in the school choir performance, and when Nancy was awarded for her academic excellence. I was silently thrilled to see Brittney leading the cheerleaders in their chants and routines, and I grinned to myself as I spotted Mackenzie, Artemis, and Eden all in the bleachers. No one else in the school knew that I would get to see those lovely girls half naked every single school day. No one else knew the delightful privilege I had been given.

No one else other than Ms Skye, of course. I spotted her last, sitting at the end of a row of teachers near the front. Ms Skye noticed me as well, and she gave me a wink and a knowing smile. I grinned back, wondering what debauched plans she had in store for me and my sexy classmates.