Heading home

Apparently your humiliation is over for the night. Emily throws some clothes at you, unwilling to look you in the eye. You use them to wipe off the cum and the ruined makeup on your face before realizing that these clothes are all you have to wear on your way home. Sheepishly, you pull the old t-shirt and jeans onto your body and head out the door without really saying goodbye to your best friend or her boyfriend.

The bus ride home is long and quiet. Some of the other people on the bus give you dirty looks, probably because it's obvious what the white stuff on your shirt is. Whatever. Having them see you is way less embarrassing than having Emily post the video all over the Internet.

Fuck. This is going to be a long few days, you think to yourself.