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Chapter 40

How does it go?

It gets quiet, but only for a moment

The bustling sound of silverware and voices fills your ears instantly. For a moment hardly anyone notices you, save for a few seated near the doors you came in. But slowly, like a wave through the crowd, you watch as you are noticed by more and more of them. As they all take note of your presence, the noise dies down, before eventually becoming almost totally silent. You stand still, trying to decide if it’s time to run or brave the gaze of your biggest audience yet.

“Nobody told me we were having sausage for lunch!”

And just like that the floodgates were open. The talking became louder than before, this time with lots and lots of laughter filtered within. You see girls pointing to your cock and saying something to the girls around them. Some girls manage to catch your eyes as you look around, and make provocative gestures at you.You feel your cock trying to stiffen from the attention, but it seems like it still just can’t get going.

You decide that the best thing to do is just get your food and finish fast so you can rush off to somewhere less crowded. You race walk over to the back of the lunch line. Each time it moves forward, the girl in front of you makes a very exaggerated motion backwards, backing her butt into your crotch.

“Oops.”

The further along you get, the longer she seems to linger. When you’re almost at the front of the line she basically continues to grind her ass against you. Her skirt has ridden up enough that the only thing between your dick and her skin is a thin pair of white panties. She finally stops when you make it up to the actual food, but not before giving your cock a nice squeeze between her bare thighs.

You still manage to keep yourself under control, but you can tell your dick is about 10% erect right now, just barely enough so that it doesn’t point straight down. Picking up your lunch tray, you keep it low enough to cover your crotch and provide a modicum of cover. You gather your food, ignoring the teasing glances of the lunch ladies serving you, and head back towards the cafeteria at large. Thankfully by now most of the girls seem to have calmed down, though there is still a lot of staring. Your real dilemma now is where to sit. You’re sure most of these tables would love to have you, but until you get some nutrients in your body you prefer to avoid any more ejaculation.

As you look around, trying to gauge the best option you have, a familiar face waves at you, trying to call you over.

Who is it?

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