The first class of the day was English and except for everyone being naked, it started out fairly normal. Twenty-five naked students strolled in, twenty-five naked butts slapped onto desk chairs, and after the bell rang one naked English teacher began her lecture at the front of the room.
The teacher was Ms. Watson, a young woman just a few years out of college. She'd fascinated me since the first day of school. At first she lectured from behind a podium that blocked my view of her lower body. This, however, only seemed to emphasize her breasts. I watched them jiggle as she spoke and turned the pages of her notes. She had pierced nipples too, something I would never have expected of an English teacher. I wondered if the Ms. Watson in the normal world had the same piercings, or whether people in a naked world decorated their bodies more.
After lecturing behind the podium for a while Ms. Watson turned to write on the board. This gave me a perfect view of her shoulders, waist, butt cheeks, and thighs, all of which pulsed, flexed, and rippled as she use her arms to write and her legs to step across the board. From time to time, an elevated breast was visible beneath her raised arm.
Then Ms. Watson sat on her desk with her legs dangling toward the class. She certainly had no inhibitions or embarrassment about showing herself this way. In this world, after all, people saw every part of each other all the time. Even so, I and a few other boys were obviously happy to watch the naked teacher. Our erections were the proof.
After a few minutes Ms. Watson looked up and noticed the way I was looking at her. She also noticed my erection but seemed to accept it. She didn’t encourage me but she didn't scold me either. She just kept lecturing.
As the class went on, I spent more time watching the other students. Of twelve boys in the class, several were generally erect at any given time. Sometimes it was from Ms. Watson; sometime it was because of another girl they were looking at; sometimes it was for no discernible reason. No one, however, seemed to think it was disgusting or strange, even when a boy sitting near me spilled a few drops.
Karyn had noticed the erections too: both my and the other boys'. Fortunately, I thought, she seemed to like it. From time to time she scratched herself.
When the ending bell rang the girl in front of me and the boy to her left stayed in the room for a bit of touchy-feely. Then, before I realized what was happening, Karyn was all over me. She hugged me; she kissed me; she stroked my shoulders, sides, hips, butt, and cock. I, of course, reciprocated. Then, just as things were getting really interesting, Karyn pushed me away.
"Sorry," she apologized, "but I gotta pee before the next class."