Lora’s first day on campus Moving to a new city for univer..

Lora’s first day on campus

Moving to a new city for university is always daunting, especially when that city is none other than New Topia. New Topia was the first of its kind, a free-use, adults only, by invitation only, social experiment asking the question: If all of our basic needs are taken care of, whenever we want, and however we want, will humans be able to reach the climax of creativity and innovation?
The bar to enter was high. I myself had gone through multiple exams, written and oral (the oral I particularly enjoyed), before being allowed to apply for the University’s PPE course. PPE in this case standing for Philosophy, Physiology, and Excitement. A course made to really study the city’s founding ideals and taking an active role in carrying out it’s theory. I was overcome with excitement and anticipation for my first class, and my panties got progressively more wet as I walked along the hallway to my first lecture.
There are no uniforms at university, but I thought to myself that doesn’t mean I can’t make up my own. For my first day, I picked out a short pleated micro skirt in tartan red. The skirt barely covered ¾ of my plump butt, and my pure white panties were invitingly stark in contrast to the red. On my slender legs I wore white thigh-high socks, with blue and red stripes at the top. I decided to ditch wearing any bra at all, my 32C breasts were perky and bouncy without need for support, and my nipples strained against the opaque white crop shirt I wore, tied at the middle. For shoes I wore simple brown loafers, comfortable and practical.
As I was walking to the lecture hall, I saw other students and even faculty staff giving me appreciative stares. I glowed at their positive reaction. Other students had similar ideas to me, I saw a lot of miniskirts, fishnets, micro bikinis, all with a somewhat academic theme. The female teachers wore tight black skirts, and buttoned up white shirts, professional yet seductive in the way they hung to their curves. I saw one teacher, her hair in a tight bun, glasses, secretarial looking almost and I imagined myself across her knee, her hand spanking my ass. It was just a fleeting image, but it made me bite my lip. She smiled conspiringly at me and I blushed in a panic, wondering if she could read my mind.

*Stay tuned for part 2!*