You view the scene behind the curtain with shock. It appears that several of your classmates had stayed behind during the lunch hour and continued with the art lesson. The biggest surprise: Each and everyone of them is completely nude.
"Oh, Lynn, , you've come back!" Ms. Rinsky notes with mild surprise. "I didn't think you three would be gone so long... without your clothes..." she continues with a smirk. She then directs you to your discarded clothing. "I found YOUR clothes just outside the door, Mr. . I'm not going to ask where you three ran off to." She winks.
You two quickly grab your clothing with a sigh of relief. "Oh," the teacher notices, "Where's your friend? The new girl, Amina?"
"We're, huh, kind of looking for her ourselves," you respond hesitantly. "So you haven't seen her around with anyone else?"
"No, we've been here since you've left," she answers.
"Hey, Lynn, , stick around, you're already naked, like us!" one of the girls shouts out.
"Yeah, we want to get some practice on the MALE anatomy..." another concurs.
You're once again aware of your own nudity and the excitement the exposed skin of your female classmates are giving certain parts of your body. "Uh, maybe not, I really should find Amina, she's new and could get lost very easily..."
"Aw, c'mon, if you do it, maybe you can convince Ms. R. to strip too!" one of the girls suggests with a wink.
You could tell, subtly, that the teacher is flushed with the notion. "Now, girls, that wouldn't be very professional of me," she argues weakly. Something tells you that she's not completely opposed to the idea and just needs a little more gentle prodding. |