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Author's note: This is the start of a story I wrote after reading the Reluctant Exhibitionist by Falcon and Seahawk76. Falcon started the story, and Seahawk76 continued it beautifully. I highly recommend you check those stories out if you haven't already. I enjoyed them very much.
My story is heavily inspired by theirs, but I must admit I don't think it's as well written. Regardless, I felt compelled to make the effort. I've written a full 5k word outline to attempt to map out a real cohesive beginning, middle and (hopefully) satisfying conclusion.
I'm very open to hearing remarks, criticisms, or comments (either as comments or DMs), and I thank you for taking the time to read my writings.
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Chapter One
Lara stood among the rest of her fellow college graduates, awash with nervous energy. Three years ago she feared she would never get here, not after her one egregious mistake. But even now she could hardly believe what she was about to do.
A quick glance around showed her the rest of the assembled graduating class at the foot of the stage, waiting to be called up to accept their diplomas -- a little over a hundred students. On the stage were assembled various faculty members, waiting to present their students with their diplomas. Beyond the students, seated throughout the rest of the auditorium, were all their invited guests: families and friends. There must have been nearly a thousand people in attendance.
Around the periphery of the auditorium were a smattering of professional videographers, preparing to stream the event for any guests unable to attend in person, and to prepare a touching keepsake for all the graduates to remember their special day.
Lara felt her pussy moisten at the knowledge that the videographers were going to capture much more than they expected today. She could feel a cool breeze on her wet sex, reminding her that underneath her graduation robes, she was stark naked.
A shiver ran up Lara's spine from both the cold and the nervous anticipation of her signal.
Abruptly, a tall slender woman with an air of authority, stood up from her seat closest to the microphone on stage, and began to address the assemblage. She had long salt and pepper hair, unashamed of how it announced her firm presence in middle-age.
"Good afternoon graduating class of Titmouse College. For each of our students, I've had the wonderful pleasure of getting to know each and every one of you over the course of your academic career here. For your parents and guests, allow me to introduce myself: I am Vanessa Wilder, the Dean of Titmouse College. In a few moments, I will have the honor of presenting you with your hard earned diploma, but first I understand one of our students would like to make a brief presentation.
"Most of you are familiar with our infamous Miss Lara Langford. If you haven't interacted with her directly, you've no doubt heard rumors about her... activities on and around campus. She has, without a doubt, been the single most
visible
student body at Titmouse over these last three years. What you are about to see is the culmination of an intensive academic study Lara has enthusiastically participated for nearly her entire college career.
"Without further ado, Lara, please take the stage, and... show us what you've got!"
There was a stunned murmur in the crowd. Nobody expected this deviation from a standard graduation ceremony. Lara took a deep breath and extricated herself from her fellow students, making her way up to the center of the stage.
The sheer number of people in attendance was much more obvious and overwhelming from her new vantage point, front and center standing above the crowd. She scanned the audience, and noticed her family: the prestigious Langfords. Her parents, her older siblings, twin brother and sister David and Dani, even her grandfather, the senior-most and highly respected Mr Langford.
She took a deep breath, and swallowed hard. Now that she was on stage, her confidence was beginning to waiver.
Come on, you can do this!
She told herself.
After three years of going through hell, this is just one small step more... it's nothing
really
that you haven't done before. Do this and you're free.
With trembling fingers, she slowly undid the few buttons holding the graduation robe in place. It soundlessly fell to the floor leaving her naked body fully exposed to everybody present. Lara stood there frozen, with her eyes closed shut, letting the audience get a long look at her nude form.
After nearly a full minute without action from Lara, Dean Wilder spoke into the microphone once again.
"Alright Lara. Let's not dally; you may begin masturbating any time now."
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Three Years Earlier.
Lara felt the tell-tale buzz in her jeans' pocket, indicating the arrival of a new email. She fished out her phone and felt her heart racing as soon as she saw the preview.
From: Karen Kant. Lara, we need to talk about your recently submitted essay...
"Fuck, fuck fuck. Oh shit." Lara took a respite from cussing herself out to take a deep breath and collect her thoughts. Lara was ordinarily a very fastidious student, but feeling overwhelmed with the pressure to succeed at Titmouse College, Lara had used AI to write her most recent assignment. It was the first time in her life she had done anything remotely below board. And she only did it because she thought it would give her some much needed breathing room in all her other assignments.
Besides
, she thought,
it's not like I had it write the
whole
thing... I just had it summarize my point form notes into something I could hand in. Fuck.
Karen was her professor and academic advisor. Moreover they'd developed a very friendly camaraderie over the last few months, and it was clear from the tone of her email Karen wanted to discuss a serious matter.
"Ok, maybe it's nothing... just be cool," Lara said to herself, not really believing it, but trying to reassure herself anyway.
Karen's email didn't include any specific meeting time, but Lara knew she had her office hours now, and wanting to just rip the bandaid off, she made her way there immediately.
She double-checked her appearance in the hallway before approaching Karen's door. Lara was always dressed very conservatively and today was no exception. Wearing dark blue jeans and white running shoes, and a long-sleeved button-up top covered by a baby blue fuzzy angora sweater. Her light brown hair was just past her shoulders when let loose, but was presently done up in a simple pony tail.
Karen's office door was open, as it usually was during her office hours, so Lara confidently strode towards it. She knocked on it before striding into the room.
"Hey Karen, you, uh, wanted to see me about something?"
Karen stood up from her desk. "Lara. Close the door behind you. I cannot tell you how profoundly disappointed I am in you right now."
"Uh... what do-"
"Don't play stupid, Lara... you know exactly what you did. You submitted an AI-written essay as your own work! Titmouse's policies are very clear on the consequences for cheating and plagiarism: zero tolerance, immediate expulsion."
Lara had been holding her emotions in check, until that dreaded word was spoken aloud.
Expulsion.
Tears came unbidden and unexpectedly to her face, and in a stream of barely conscience thought came rambling out of her mouth. "I'm sorry Karen... I'm so sorry. I've never done anything like this before, I just got so overwhelmed, I needed
time
, I didn't want to let my parents down, my brother and sister, my grandfather... everyone."
"I know your family are all alumni of Titmouse... I'm very sympathetic for you, but there's nothing-"
