Distract her to be safe

Your pulse is still jumping out of your skin as you shakily stand up and steady yourself against the wall.

From Samanthas room the creaking of her bed stops and you hear her murmur in confusion “mmm, wha-? When did i... *umff* fall asleep?” Samantha was naive in many ways, but waking up missing her panties and covered in a mysterious sticky clear liquid may be enough to make even her suspicious.

Thinking fast, and double checking no sperm has yet managed to seep through your fortunately light coloured pants, you knock on the wall and call out to her in a frantic tone “Samantha! Hurry up you’re gonna be late!”

Immediately you hear her scramble, and her lethargic voice is suddenly alert and frantic “what!?! Oh no how long have i been out? Ugh, these shorts i swear...”

A few moments pass only filled with the sounds of straining elastic and Samantha struggling to pull her shorts up, before she bounds out of the door fully clothed and nearly runs into you “Woah! Oh, Arthur hurry we have to be quick-“ she cuts herself off, and visible concern fills her features “Arthur are you okay? Your face is all red, and you’re breathing really hard”

If there’s any indication she’s noticed the new liquid puddled around her bedroom floor, the slight chemically aroma of your semen, or the fact she’s suddenly going commando it doesn’t outwardly show.

Her face and hair is still completely coated in your gooey clear precum, distinct rivers of it flowing from her forehead to her neck, threatening to drip into her soccer shirt. Even as the salty liquid coats her lips and pulls apart in strands as she speaks, she looks unsuspicious, thank god.

“Oh uh.. no, I’m fine… i was just in a hurry, cuz’ y’know, I would really hate for you to be late!” She smiles at that “Oh, you’re too sweet Arthur”

She turns and begins to make for the stairs before you cut her off “Wait! Uh, here.” You quickly dip into the bathroom a short distance from her bedroom and emerge with a folded handful of toilet paper. Gesturing it her you explain “You’re covered in… sweat”

Her eyes widen and a deep flush of embarrassment fills her cheeks as she realizes the state of her face. “Oh ew, I’m sorry Arthur” as she reaches for the pile of toilet paper, you watch as her tongue instinctively cleans her upper lip, tracing a wide arc and catching a substantial amount of your lustful liquid.

Your world is almost slow motion as she gulps it down heavily, making a slightly disgusted face. “Ugh, So salty. I’ve been running around all day without a shower”

Samantha makes quick work in making herself look somewhat presentable, wiping away the “sweat” from her skin, and managing to push it deeper into her hair, her straight brown ponytail absorbing it quickly.

The sight is enough to make you quickly hard again, and with a barely audible squish from your crotch, you’re quickly reminded of the mess in your pants. You’d have to tough it out, there’s literally no time to change.

Once done Samantha simply stuffs the dirtied toilet paper in a pocket, and quickly rushes to your car.

You follow closely, and you can see the soccer shorts she wears are surprisingly well fitted past the tight elastic waistband.

As she races down the stairs two steps at a time, her massive cheeks wobble and sway unrestricted by absurdly tight clothing, and every step she takes causes her asscheeks to clap together with a comically and lewdly loud bang.

Stepping out of the house with barely a wave goodbye to Mary, you both make it to your car.

Stepping and strapping in you race off together to Samanthas soccer game.