Caoimhe (Cuck)

You watch as Caoimhe walks in, carrying a pink plastic basket of laundry as she hums some annoyingly catchy pop song, before she notices you.

"Oh, hey! How are you doing?" she says, smiling.

"Hey, Caoimhe!" you smile. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I have some time before I have to go to the play, so I thought I'd do my laundry!" she says, hurrying to carry the pink basket over to the washing machine.

"It's cool, don't rush," you say, stepping forward and grabbing the plastic rim. "I'll do it for you, I'm doing it anyway."

"Um..." Caoimhe says, pulling the basket away from you as she hurries to spit words out. "No, it's OK, I'll do it."

"No, it's fine," you say again, pulling back.

"I really think I should do it!" Caoimhe says, pulling on the basket as she fumbles backwards, the clothes flying into the air.

You step back, before being hit in the face by a wet piece of fabric. Caoimhe yelps, as you grab the wet material off your face, leaving behind a wet smear as you examine it.

In your hands is a small pair of boxer briefs, with pink trim and white cotton as the material, covered in a pattern of ice cream cones covering the fabric. However, in the center of it is a mess of creamy, semi-transparent and semi-white goo, nestled into the center.

"Um... Caoimhe, what's this?"

"It's not what you think!" Caoimhe cries out, the colour draining from her face.

Wiping your hand over the smear on your face, you find your fingers covered with the same, sticky white goop.

"Is this semen?"

"It's... OK, it is, but it's... it's a long story, just trust me, please."

Caoimhe goes into a splutter of words, hurrying to try to explain herself.

"So, when I was helping with the football team in the morning, I brought a spare pair of clothes because its getting pretty hot in the summers and I don't want to be all sweaty for class so I get showered there and change and go to class but sometimes when I'm not paying attention the guys sneak in to get peaks at me and I always yell at them to leave and they normally do but sometimes they steal by sweaty panties and I don't know what they do with them and I ask for them back but they never give them to me and this time they stole the sweaty pair and when I tried to put on the clean pair I found that it was covered in this sticky stuff and I didn't realize what it was at first but then I figured it out and I didn't want them to do it but I didn't want to tell you because I knew you'd be so mad at me and I'm so sorry!"

Caoimhe bursts into tears, crying into her sleeve. She sobs for a moment, before looking up at you with tearful eyes.

"Are you mad at me?" she says.

"No, it's not your fault, it's OK," you say. "Did... did you wear them?"

"I..." Caoimhe says, before nodding, wiping away her tears. "I didn't want to go commando because then they'd laugh and try take pictures, so I put them on only so I could get back to my room and change them, and they were so wet and sticky and I could feel it get into my bum and my...!"

Caoimhe bursts into tears again again, wrapping her hands

"It's OK, sweetheart, I'm not mad," you say, as she sobs into your shoulder, still terrified you'll be upset, although with each sob, it's a little softer.

With her warm body pressed against you and the situation fresh in your mind, imagining your girlfriend walking around with cum-covered panties from some jocks wrapped around her tight pussy and ass... you feel your cock stiffen.