susurrus
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Surprisingly, when we got into the lecture hall, the first two rows were already filled - except for the seat dead center in front. I handed Judy a towel and found myself the closest spot I could.
While there was little chance of her being molested in class, my watchdog side was on high alert the whole hour. I only barely paid much attention to the professor - though he certainly paid a lot of attention to Judy while he taught. I even saw him give her a raised eyebrow a couple times, which caused her to spread her knees just a little more. It appeared he thought, if she was going to be an exhibitionist, he might as well enjoy the view.
After class was over, Judy didn't get the chance to wait for me. She was swept along by the people around her. I found her back in the lobby, bent at the waist, displaying her asshole and cunt to the crowd.
No one looked like they were going to attack her, so I stood back a moment, letting her exercise this "inspection" part of her so-called religion.
"God, she's soaking wet! What a slut!"
"Man, I wouldn't mind some of that."
And other comments could be heard. One girl looked like she was nearly ready to bury her face in Judy's pussy. However hot that would be, this definitely wasn't the place. While there was an appreciative crowd near her, there were faces that weren't nearly so pleased. One of these times, I was sure, someone would come up and lay into her again. That, I wasn't looking forward to.
After a few minutes, I worked my way through the crowd and helped Judy straighten up. The sounds of protest were many.
"Come on, Judy, next class awaits," I told her and led her by the hand out of the building.
"Well, that was exciting," I said as we walked. As so many times before, we had a following... literally. The group wasn't large, but three people, a guy and two women, followed a few steps behind us. I was starting to recognize common faces in the crowd. Probably people with the same major.
At the next building, we mounted the stair and filed right into the next lecture hall. Once more, a single space was left for Judy, right up front, leaving me to find myself a place as close as possible.
This professor was decidedly unhappy to see the naked girl in his lecture. Rather than the appreciative looks she got from the last instructor, this one looked on her with open hostility. If he hadn't had to teach, I suspected he'd have spent the entire hour railing about propriety and the like. I wondered what kind of explanations and orders the professorial staff had been given regarding the nude girl on campus. Chances were, they were told they couldn't take their predjudices out on Judy and give her low grades merely because they disagreed with her mode of dress. I had no way of knowing.
Unlike the previous professor, this one glared every time he saw Judy's spread legs. From where I sat, it looked like she might have actually separated her knees just a little wider for this teacher...
While there was little chance of her being molested in class, my watchdog side was on high alert the whole hour. I only barely paid much attention to the professor - though he certainly paid a lot of attention to Judy while he taught. I even saw him give her a raised eyebrow a couple times, which caused her to spread her knees just a little more. It appeared he thought, if she was going to be an exhibitionist, he might as well enjoy the view.
After class was over, Judy didn't get the chance to wait for me. She was swept along by the people around her. I found her back in the lobby, bent at the waist, displaying her asshole and cunt to the crowd.
No one looked like they were going to attack her, so I stood back a moment, letting her exercise this "inspection" part of her so-called religion.
"God, she's soaking wet! What a slut!"
"Man, I wouldn't mind some of that."
And other comments could be heard. One girl looked like she was nearly ready to bury her face in Judy's pussy. However hot that would be, this definitely wasn't the place. While there was an appreciative crowd near her, there were faces that weren't nearly so pleased. One of these times, I was sure, someone would come up and lay into her again. That, I wasn't looking forward to.
After a few minutes, I worked my way through the crowd and helped Judy straighten up. The sounds of protest were many.
"Come on, Judy, next class awaits," I told her and led her by the hand out of the building.
"Well, that was exciting," I said as we walked. As so many times before, we had a following... literally. The group wasn't large, but three people, a guy and two women, followed a few steps behind us. I was starting to recognize common faces in the crowd. Probably people with the same major.
At the next building, we mounted the stair and filed right into the next lecture hall. Once more, a single space was left for Judy, right up front, leaving me to find myself a place as close as possible.
This professor was decidedly unhappy to see the naked girl in his lecture. Rather than the appreciative looks she got from the last instructor, this one looked on her with open hostility. If he hadn't had to teach, I suspected he'd have spent the entire hour railing about propriety and the like. I wondered what kind of explanations and orders the professorial staff had been given regarding the nude girl on campus. Chances were, they were told they couldn't take their predjudices out on Judy and give her low grades merely because they disagreed with her mode of dress. I had no way of knowing.
Unlike the previous professor, this one glared every time he saw Judy's spread legs. From where I sat, it looked like she might have actually separated her knees just a little wider for this teacher...