Surprisingly chill

You and Sophia sit on the ground next to each other as you wait out the rest of class. Thankfully, you now have a towel to cover yourself, being the best you’ve had all day. It feels refreshing having any piece of cloth over your cock, but you still don’t feel truly comfortable.

You look over at Sophia, who seems to have calmed down a bit. She still looks nervous, tucking her legs up against her chest. She doesn’t seem to have noticed, but sitting like this has her pussy exposed, something you can’t seem to stop glancing at as your cock already begins to stir again.

“So… that was pretty awkward, right?” You say, having no other idea on how to start a conversation. She stays silent for a couple of seconds before side eyeing you with a smile on her face.

“Y-Yeah…I’m so, so sorry” She says meekly.

“WHAT?!” you reply in confusion, “YOU’RE apologizing to ME?”

“Well, yeah,” she responds, “you must already be so embarrassed having to show your private parts to everyone, and then you had to deal with pressing up against someone in front of the whole class. I even made you…e-ejaculate…in front of everyone AGAIN. That must be so humiliating…”

“Woah woah woah,” you say, “I should be the one apologizing to you! I’m the one who knocked the chemicals over, and because of that you had to go naked in front of everyone. Plus, I know how being exposed like that can feel, and how confusing all the different feelings can be.”

“Yeah,” Sophia replies shyly, “it’s definitely confusing… but at least I’m a girl in front of other girls! It’s super different and embarrassing when it’s in a classroom, but some of the girls have already seen me naked in the locker rooms. You’re a boy! And you have to show off all your boy parts! And I made you do a very private boy thing in front of a classroom of girls who shouldn’t be seeing that type of thing!”

You’re admittedly a little turned on by her describing everything like this. Sophia may be more chill than you initially judged.

“Ok but you know that, that feels good for a guy, right?” you continue, unsure if you’re pushing too far.

Sophia’s blush returns. “Of course I know that! But…but…you made me feel good too! And it’s embarrassing to be like that in front of other people!”

“You’re right, but I guess…” you say, “I guess I was too worried about how you felt, so I didn’t really notice.”

“I guess I was the same way too…” Sophia says, “well, let’s just accept each other’s apologies then, ok?”

“Sounds good to me,” you say.

There’s a brief pause in the conversation, neither of you sure where to take things next. Then, Sophia’s head shoots up.

“Oh gosh… my mom is gonna be so upset.” Sophia says out of the blue, looking quite worried. You hadn’t thought about it, but these girls are probably going to be telling their families about what’s happening at this school. You then realize at some point you’re probably going to have to tell your own parents.

“My mom always made me promise to wait until I graduate before getting married.” She says now you’re really confused.

“Wait, you’re getting married?” you ask, seriously confused.

“Um, I mean, I thought we had to now…” Sophia says, now looking confused herself.

“Are we?!” Now you’re getting concerned. Sure, this girl’s gorgeous, but marriage?! You can’t possibly think of getting married at this moment in time, especially with a girl you met quite literally minutes ago.

“Well, we have to, don’t we? We did s-sexual stuff, and my mom always told me I can only do that with my husband…” she says, even more confused than before.

You end up letting your mind wander, picturing a scenario where during the chemical shower the two of you did fuck. Your cock, despite its soreness and exhaustion, starts tenting up underneath the towel.

Sophia notices your growing erection and looks away, blushing as she remembers what happened a couple of minutes ago.

“When you put your penis on me, and I made you cu-I MEAN ejaculate! Yeah… That’s not something people are supposed to do willy nilly. At least, that’s what people say where I’m from…” her voice lowers, “You’re not even supposed to really talk about this stuff with anyone.”

As she paints a picture of her home life, you start to get an idea of how such a mature-looking gal like her may have turned out so inexperienced and shy. You’d expect someone with her looks to have SOME kind of sex life in high school, but if she’s from a more conservative area like that…the pieces are coming together.

“Listen, Sophia. I don’t know what exactly they told you, but you don’t have to marry anyone you don’t want to. Besides, this wasn’t even really our choice, and I don’t think your mom is going to find out about this anyway.”

“Well,” Sophia responds, looking a good bit calmer, “alright, if you’re sure.”

You continue, “I’m not sure what it’s like where you’re from, but believe it or not, A LOT of unmarried people go even farther than we did. Sometimes they’re not even dating!”

Sophia blushes, “I-I’ve heard that before…it just sounds so…so…improper.”

You really want to make sure she doesn’t feel guilty or ashamed about what happened.

“Look, didn’t you just say earlier that you felt a little good earlier?”

Sophia looks to the ground. “Y-yes…I suppose I did…”

“Well, if something makes you feel good, and nobody’s getting hurt, then how could it be this big horrible thing?”

“I guess you’re right…” she concedes quietly.

You continue, “You’re an adult! As long as you’re not hurting anyone, you shouldn’t feel bad about doing something that makes you feel happy and good, no matter what anyone says. Ok?”

Sophia has fully calmed down. “Yeah…I think I understand. Thank you.”

She smiles at you and you smile back

“Good,” you reply.

“But wait,” she inquires, “if that’s all true, why are you so embarrassed all the time?”

“What!? Because I’m naked in front of a bunch of girls! It’s embarrassing!” you respond sharply, honestly baffled by her question.

She speaks meekly, surprised by your sharp response. “Yeah, but, your penis always big and hard and leaky, and you, um, ejaculated two times! I’m not really an expert of anything…but I’m pretty sure that stuff only happens when a guy is feeling really really good. All the girls love it too. If you feel so good all the time, and nobody is getting hurt, why do you act all embarrassed and worried?”

That’s…a good question.

Before you can overthink things, someone comes barging into the classroom.

“Here’s the spare clothes you asked for Professor!” A woman says with a neatly folded pair of clothes in her hand.

“Thank you so much! Oh, and Mr. McCoy, I’m going to have to take this back from you,” The professor says, bending over to snatch your towel away. The course material of the towel being jerked across your painfully sensitive cock causes you to moan, eliciting giggles from the class as your member bobs back into view. Your cock flings around wildly, spewing a bit of pre-cum in all directions as it does. You hear a gasp, and look to see Sophia standing with a sizable glob of it across her face. She quickly wipes it clean.

You watch her take off her towel, exposing her naked body once again before she gets dressed in her new outfit. But as she slips her shirt and skirt on, she starts to look confused.

“W-what about my underwear?” She asked the woman.

“I’m so sorry, but we can’t just lend underwear to students. You’ll have to go and change in your dorm if you want to wear underwear,” she says with little remorse in her voice.

She instinctively covers the front of her body, even though she has a skirt on. From below, you can still clearly see up her skirt, causing your cock to twitch in arousal.

You don’t get long to admire the view as the bell rings and girls begin flowing out of the classroom. You get up from off the ground, rushing over to your desk to grab everything you brought with you to class.

You walk out the door and check your schedule. Next class for you is gym, and it’s quite a bit a ways from where you are now. You book it down the hallway, causing your cock to bounce around vigorously. Thankfully you realize that if you move quickly, most girls don’t realize in time that you’re coming through, and don’t get a chance to grope you.