Aliens! It was aliens!
From Create Your Own Story
"Aliens! Aliens made us do it!"
Behind you, the girl breaks down laughing. To your surprise the professor almost does as well, his stern face faltering for a moment at the sheer audacious impossibility of your excuse.
Sadly, it doesn't last.
"Well, aliens or no aliens, you have both made severe violations of both the school rules and the law. Thankfully for you, I doubt none of the students you gave a 'free show' are liable to take you to court and I, frankly, don't care about the legal side of this. What I do care about is the rules, and the lack of respect you've shown to this institution." Checking his watch, he frowns, evidently late for something. "You'll both see me in my office at five, sharp, or else. And you-" And here he fixes you with a gaze, that, if looks could kill, would reduce you to a charred cinder. "Find a new shirt."
And then he turns and strides away across the grounds.
"Hole-ee-shit." Apart from her heavy breathing the girl seems to have recovered from her encounter with heaven, staring blankly at the space the professor previously occupied. "I can't believe that happened. I can't believe I let you do that. I can't believe we didn't get expelled." Her brow knits together in worry. "Yet." Where you two have been fucking finally seems to sink in with her and she blushes red, crossing her legs and wrapping an arm around her breasts. "C'mon, help me get my clothes back on. I think I dropped my bra between the seats."
You nod eagerly, equally eager to get the hell out of here now that you've finally noticed the various students watching you two from afar. By the time you've managed to fish the errant item of lacy lingerie out you've missed your new 'friend' wriggling her taught, athletic ass back into those too-tight jeans, but you're in time to help her with her shoes again, getting a nice view of those long, supremely leggy legs- Probably her best feature, and the competition is nothing to laugh at either.
"So, uh-"
"Yeah."
"Fun?"
"Heh, yeah. Stupid fun."
Giggling, she leans in and plants her lips on your cheek, a light, chaste kiss. Then she moves up to your ear, to do something much less chaste with her tongue, sending pleasant shivers down your spine. Maybe it's for the best, but you can't help but be dissapointed when she stops at that, whispering her number and giving your earlobe a quick nibble before drawing back. "See you, champ."
Taking that as your cue to get out of the car before you two end up entirely ruining the upholstery, you kiss her back and make your leave, watching as she drives off again in search for Harding Hall. Which leaves you alone, slightly embarrassed and oh, yes, wearing a shirt soaked right through with pussy-juice. Something needs to be done about that last one. And probably your hair as well.
- Head to the dorms to freshen up
- Hit some of the shops near the campus
- Call it a badge of honor and roll with it
| Welcome to the University | |||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Ruined Shirt, Cutie Number | |
| Gender | Male | ||
| Height | 6 feet | ||
| Weight | 195 lbs | ||
