Tanya ambled out of the teacher's lounge. Her pelvis, her whole body ached. A gob of cum flowed slowly out of her cunt, down her tantalizingly luscious legs, promising to sully and fill her leather boots once it was past the knee. And then another.
She felt more sloshing, gyrating inside her. She almost felt impregnated.
People stared. Boys, girls, friends, crushes. Her skirt was stained; her blouse barely covered her mauled tits.
She saw Mark. Good Mark, virtuous Mark, handsome Mark. He couldn't see her like this. She hid in a doorway while he passed.
Tanya decided she couldn't handle this right now. She got a bag of chips and a can of Pepsi from a vending machine. Forgetfully, she bent over at the waist, her skirt flying up, giving people in the cafeteria line a clear view of her ass and pussy.
Hoots or no hoots, she walked out of the crowd and through the school to the outside. No one ever ate lunch on the East side of the school. They were either at the front doors in the West, or in the parking lots to the South. The East had the school dumpsters, which stunk up the place and gave Tanya the solitude she craved. No windows, just a brick wall.
She sat down on a cement block and started eating her lunch.
Someone coughed. Tanya startled like mad, spitting and spilling her chips and coke. |
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Is it Phil and the boys, her friend Heather, her crush Mark, Mr. Deckard, or someone else entirely?
Phil and his crew
Mark
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