Your phone does

It's the buzzing of your cell phone that wakes you up, as you hear something vibrating against your wooden floor. You're overcome by a moment's disorientation as you remember where you are, and what you were doing that knocked you out.

Sprawled, naked, and cum glistening on your thighs, it takes you a few moments to reach your phone, your eyes widening at the time. Jacob has obligingly sent you a text reminding you of your appointment, in one hour's time.

It'll take you just about that long in travel time between walking and bus travel to reach your destination, so you spring to your feet. With no time to pick and choose, you slip on the first items of clothes you see, which happen to be a small pair of jean shorts and a zip up hoodie, with no underwear due to your lack of time (or cleaning up). It's not like you'll need everything just to go see a doctor anyways.

Squeezing your ass into the shorts takes some effort, but the hoodie requires none as you slide it on quickly. The hoodie sports the colors of your school, and goes past your hips almost below your shorts. You wanted to put your dildo away, but you see no sign of it as you grab a purse, slip on a pair of open toed sandals, and stride out of your apartment.

Your walk to the bus stop is surprisingly quick, although you decide you might've over done it with your 'playtime', as it still feels like you've got something inside of you. A moments thought makes you think it's probably just your overactive imagination.

The bus is fairly crowded as you get onto it, so you're **** to stand up in the aisle, treating other rides to a great view of your long legs, exposed completely by your short shorts and sandals. The overwhelming smell of the bus combined with the heat of the day can't quite cover the smell of sex still radiating from you. Several minutes pass by as you stare out the window, the bus's slowing and speeding up all blending together. The oppressive heat of the day makes you open your hoodie up a bit to let some air in while you forget what you're not wearing under it.

It's in the middle of another quick trek downwards that you notice a familiar building in the distance - the movie theatre that Jacob took you to yesterday! It's on this route and you never even realized it. Your hand lingers on the zipper as the theatre gets closer and closer, and you imagine getting off the bus and fulfilling the fantasies that made you get off over and over just a short time ago, with no boyfriend here to save you, a thin hoodie and tiny jean shorts the only obstacles to you getting stripped and taken.

The hand not on your zipper goes up the pole you'd been hanging on to, reaching towards the stop button as you...