You didn't want to risk things getting worse, so you decided to just keep the cum on your tits. You pulled your sweatshirt on and headed to class. And, of course, all morning you heard people questioning the odd smell, clearly knowing what it was but not quite where it was coming from. In the middle of your last class before lunch you got a text from Randy.
Randy: Send me a pic of what we talked about this morning.
You sighed and asked the teacher if you could go to the bathroom. He excused you and you headed off, ducking into the men's room quickly and into a stall. You pulled your sweatshirt up, exposing your tits, and took a picture and sent it off. It took a few minutes for a response to come through.
Randy: That's hot. You can wash it off now. Meet me at the field at lunch
The bathroom door opened and a guy came in and peed. You waited for him to finish, then leave and quickly washed the cum off your tits. As much as you could, at least. Then you headed back to class. There was some murmuring and you were sure some of the students noticed the lack of smell from when you left.
The bell rang and you headed out of the building and toward the football field
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