An idiot, that's who.

You've not seen a woman this visibly turned-on since Gracie. Not only her pussy, but her thighs are glistening in what little light can reach them. In the middle, you can see a single string of juices dribble down, creating a trail as it descends from between her legs and slowly reaches the floor.

Your rational mind tries to reason with this situation, as it always seems to do. The question it raises immediately is... why you? There's so many attractive women all around - don't you know it - and you're sure they can't be occupied with studies or extracurriculars, or whatever. It really doesn't make any sense that you, Rosie, plain of face and small of body, are the immediate subject of this girl's affections, no matter how needy she is. Even if you were the first girl she saw, the first possible tongue, maybe she'd have second thoughts. She'd think that surely there was someone hotter, or better with their tongue.

And yet, another voice shouts over it. It's a voice of instinct, but an entirely different instinct from what you're used to. This one doesn't tell you to deny yourself, to put yourself down, to treat yourself how your worst thoughts think you should be treated. It tells you instead: "You want this. Go for it."

So you do, burying your face in the wettened flesh and sinking your tongue in. Immediately, you're reminded of when Lara had you do this to her... but even more strongly. Being under her skirt means you're effectively trapped, contained, with only your face and her sex together. And the scent and the taste of it is simply intoxicating. You're not sure you want to escape, even if you could. If you never had to worry about anything else, being under another woman's skirt would be a perfect place for you.

From what you can hear from under here, she's reacting pretty well to it. "Oh yes... that bitch wouldn't let me finish... it's *so* good..." For all you're willing to drown in her juices, a part of you actually starts to sympathise. If you're hearing her right, someone turned her on and left her hanging... that's not fair. You're going to have to try even harder. So you do, effectively smothering yourself in those drenched lips, lips and tongue trying to give her what this mystery classmate of hers denied her.

Thankfully, it doesn't take long, so you don't have to worry too much about pulling back for air. And *wow*, does she come. For all she's wettened your face by having it between her thighs, she leaves you dripping from your chin with a spectacular climax. You try to lap it up as much as you can, but one Rosie can only do so much, and therefore it feels like there's no part of your face that's left dry. Nonetheless, you keep going. Being a Good Girl is about finishing what you've started, after all. It only becomes clear that her peak has passed when she lets out a long sigh.

And then she removes you from under her skirt, yanks her panties up and kisses you on your sopping lips. "Thank you. Now... see ya~!" And off she goes, just like that. Like it's absolutely nothing.

Which creates a problem. Because, naturally, there's no way you could dive in between a maiden's legs and not end up turned on yourself. Thankfully it's not skirt-tentingly obvious (small blessings) but it's going to bother you a lot. You wonder if it would be any trouble to link up with Alex and ask her to help you let off some steam... but a text message you receive right after this thought makes your decision for you.

Hey Rosie

Mae and I got assigned Pick-Up Duty, so we're going into the city to get pencils and paper and stuff. Let me know how things have been when we're back, right? Love ya xx

It looks like studying is a bust, with how your body is nagging you. And Alex isn't available, so you'll have to go into less charted waters.

But... first things first. You're going to have to wash your face.