New beginning

I landed in a large dollop of slosh with my trousers still around my ankles. My coat and backpack skidded on the ground next to me, and then the troll-faced door of the Broken Drum slammed shut. I was no longer welcome in that establishment. This was a shame because ultimately I did not quite fail Laura's little test. It simply took me longer to recover my faculties than she was willing to wait. Within a few minutes of her ordering my ejection, the reality of the situation was once again visible to me. I did give her a chance to try again: I stayed half-sprawled in the horrible cold mushy snow for several minutes during which time someone could have poked their head outside the door and noticed my lingering presence, but nothing happened. There was even time for Phobos to partially eclipse Sol for a few minutes, briefly darkening the already drab City until all colour drained. When the asteroid flew clear of our sun I decided it was too late for redemption. I accepted the latest offer from a concerned stranger to help me back to my feet, gathered my things, and set off.

The choice to go ahead with this wholesale social subversion during the winter was truly lamentable. I would have loved to see what the new dress code might yield during the hotter months. Given the wonderful display of skin we might normally get in the summer, the potential mayhem was eye-watering. I expect on Earth full nudity would be the norm in some places, although at the price of absolutely infernal weather. With that in mind, I made it my mission that as soon as possible, I would find a decent girl to fuck who would not melt my brain, who would not have a mysterious ulterior motive, and who would get properly naked for me.

It was tempting to just go back to school, find Carmencita and rail her senseless without a care for attending class or disrupting her schedule. I had a feeling she would enjoy being taken hard on the spot wherever I caught her. But that could wait a little. There was one small thing to check before truly letting loose with my whims, and depending on the answer, I might knock off two items at once on my rapidly growing to-do list. Arriving out of old town and backin familiar territory, I made for home.

A few hours earlier, I might have raced through the City with a hood up and staring at the pavement a few paces in front of me. The feelings were just perceptible, guilt at what I might see as the only person with free will, and fear as to being seen not to be an adherent of the new code. Presently the taboo had no hold at all anymore. I unabashedly looked upon all that there was to see, which of course, because of the awful weather, was not very much. My old self needn't have worried so much in these shoes. People not already back at work or school were either hurrying to a late lunch break, hurrying back from one, or were simply outside my interests.

It was just a few turns short of home that I did at last catch one notable image. It was in a long street where all the vehicle lanes went the same way. On one side was a university campus, sprawled on the side of the hill all the way along the boulevard. Opposite were mostly student housing, a few tiny grocery stores, and many stops for public transport. No trams were allowed to circulate in the ice and snow, so all traffic currently rested on specialised buses. When just passing by one of the minimarkets, I heard the unmistakeable pattering of isonon tracks crushing ice behind me. After overtaking me, the great lumbering monster halted a few metres ahead at its allocated stop. The stairways unfolded over its caterpillars, and the doors in the middle of the carriage screeched open.

No one stepped out for a while. In fact it wasn't until I arrived in front of the opening that the first person stumbled out and tried to get on their way. It was a man in his thirties, tall, and a little overweight. He wore a business suit that appeared relatively new, but his hair a dismal mess, and there was already a lot of stains on his trousers. His briefcase, which he barely was holding onto because of also carrying a shoe in the same hand, was only shut by one latch, the other flapping about loose. Not pausing to further repair his attire, he hurried off, repeatedly averting a slippery disaster while crossing the frozen road, and eventually vanished inside the university opposite. After him the remainder of the passengers spilled out chaotically, each more disheveled than the rest, mostly men of a certain age, but with a couple of women straggling along. Everyone looked exhausted, and everyone had sweat running down their foreheads as if after a thorough workout session. Half-fastened flies, rogue footwear and lost buttons abounded in this unfortunate group of people, and various items that fell were never picked up, sprawling on the scene like litter in some sort of urban warzone. Loving this absurd spectacle, I remained on the spot, with a strong intuition that the root cause of this carnage would soon be revealed.

A small assortment of students were the last to exit the carriage, and all of them quite immaculate, unaffected by whatever had been up in the bus. The doors started to slide together, and the stairs retracted. A low hum signalled the engines powering up again, and the tracks twitched, ready to go at last. Then at the last second, two small hands snaked through the opening and shoved the metal and glass panes aside. With a **** lunge and cry the girl tumbled head over heels out of the bus, rolling off its caterpillars and crumpling roughly on the pavement. Finally empty, the bus closed up properly this time, and set off on its way.

Mildly concerned, I moved forward to help the fallen stranger, and even went so far as to reach out with one offering hand, but quickly aborted the gesture. Giggling, the girl pulled herself together and climbed to her knees, and when she shoved her matted hair from her face, her skin glistened with white slime generously pasted all over. As she stood up a bit shakily, I saw she was nearly covered in cum from top to bottom. The expectation of some saucy happenings had been growing with each second, but this still made my jaw drop. As I stared, the girl noticed me, and laughed heartily.

"Don't worry," she said, "I know I'm not the biggest slut in town. You'll get your turn soon."

With that she attempted to walk away with a bounce in her step. The result was that her apparently drained legs buckled and she collapsed again. Her thighs opened, and yet more cum seeped from inside her thoroughly-soiled pussy. Again I considered going to help her up, but restrained my altruism. I didn't want slime on or near me that wasn't mine. Besides which she didn't appear bothered, merely giggled some more, got up, and tried to walk with slightly more care. Her general direction was the unversity, so I reckoned she couldn't have much further to go.

Minutes later I arrived home. It was 2 pm. The house was unlocked, and it felt warm on the landing. There was only one free hook on the coat stand, and the newspaper on the floor had just enough room to accomodate my snow boots. Mother and Gillian were thus certainly in the house. I stripped of my outerwear and pondered how I was going to accomplish my next experiment. In spite of my strong intuition as to my findings, I didn't want to fail quite too clumsily.