Throughout the day, staff and students alike would give me strange looks, but no one said anything. I chalked it up to not having Julie by my side like she had always been before, or that some of the story had started circulating about where we had been. Either way, I was determined not to let it bother me.
After all my classes for the day, I walked down to the local bar that happened to serve food, too, and sat down at the bar. The bartender knew me, knew I was over age, but she still gave me the same odd look I’d been getting all day. I ordered a beer and a salad, and finally broke down and asked, “Hey, Barb? What is up? I’ve been getting weird fucking looks all day, and I don’t know why?”
She looked at me like she couldn’t tell if I was serious or not. Finally, she leaned close and whispered, “Diana, honey. You’re naked.”
I stared at her a second, letting the sensations of my body finally register. I had spent the last week wearing nothing but cuffs, collar, cum, and dirt. It didn’t feel even a little odd not to be wearing anything else. I looked down at my body and confirmed what I was- and was not- wearing. I looked back up at Barbara and thought about how I felt, having spent the day completely naked. I realized that I was still the most comfortable I can remember being up to that point. More, I was actually looking forward to someone taking advantage of me.
I smiled and shrugged. “Wow. I guess I am. That would explain the looks, then. Can I have my beer now?”
Barb shook her head and laughed, pouring me a beer and putting in my food order.
I was going to have an interesting time at college from here on out.
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