In AD 2061, everyone in high school already had two or three university degrees. High school was different. It was about self-motivated, freeform research, much like post-graduate education of the late 20th century. The high school students, however, were as immature as ever, so traditional group class structure was maintained.
Principal Cheong escorted Ayumi to her first class, Freeform Computer Learning. She walked in front, carefully swinging her hips, so she felt very exposed to his eyes. Ayumi had always considered the principal a good, honourable man. However, with so short a skirt, she felt that he surely must be looking at the curves of her half-uncovered ass. It felt awful to be on display.
When they reached the class, the Principal whispered the situation to Mr. Barclay, the Computer Science teacher. A few seconds in, the teacher looked sharply at Ayumi. She felt his eyes travel down and blushed.
"Sit down, Ayumi," he said as the Principal was leaving.
The seats were arranged in a circle around the center of the room. The individual desks were perfectly transparent, as were the keyboards and floating holographic screens.
She walked up to her transparent desk and, lifting up her skirt so as to not sit on it, sat down. Immediately after, she brought her knees tightly together so that her classmates couldn't see her exposed private parts.
But, no, that wasn't right. Ayumi checked with her com-imp, and it was poor etiquette for girls to close their legs when wearing a short skirt. She remembered keeping her legs wide open when wearing skirts in class all the time. But of course that was before it became illegal for her to wear panties. Still, she had to be a good girl. Terribly embarrassed, she spread her legs in her seat.
Blushing scarlet, she felt her classmates looking at her long legs, her smooth-shaven pussy, her exposed midriff, and the deep cleavage left by the three missing buttons of her schoolgirl blouse. She shifted nervously, but nothing could be done as trying to conceal her beauty was either rude or illegal or both.
The hacker boys to her left stared at her intensely and talked amongst themselves. Ken, who lived next door to her, seemed to be the most agitated.
The hacker girls to her right looked at her briefly and then talked just as intensely amongst themselves.
Her less studious classmates sat opposite her and had the best view.
Mr. Barclay began the class, pointing to something on the holoboard.
There was usually student participation required during lecture. After, they were often randomly assigned group assignments. Ayumi didn't feel up to any of these. Even if she were to make it through the class with nothing more than every classmate getting an eyeful of her pink folds, recess and the second morning class were next. |