So ends the craziest day of George's life

George blinked for a third time, trying desperately to change what he’d seen. Yet, every time he reopened them, he continued to stare at the impossible.

Sabina Mures. The smartest, hottest girl in class. Asleep. At her desk.

What made it even more unbelievable was that no one was batting an eye. Nor was she being called out. Despite the impossibility of what he was seeing, Sabina Mures had falling asleep in history class.

Countless emotions ran through him. Anger, for one, given that he’d received detention the day before for being guilty of doing exactly what the girl was currently doing. It wasn’t exactly fair that he’d be singled out and she’d get a pass. Curiosity was also a big one, given the fact that George had absolutely no idea how this could even possibly happen.

But the most dominant feeling within him was arousal. Never in his life had he gotten the pleasure of witnessing a girl as attractive as Sabina sleeping so innocently. She looked angelic; without a care in the world.

It made him hard. Maddeningly so.

He’d told himself he’d curbed the habit but he couldn’t help himself. Raising his hand, he interrupted Mrs. Lopez mid-sentence. That’s when he remembered her Batman fishnet stockings.

Nothing was making sense anymore.

“Yes George?” the teacher asked, unsurprised by his interruption.

“May I be excused to the washroom?”

His teacher blinked. “Of course.”

Ignoring the sneers from his peers, George rushed to his feet and exited the classroom as fast as he could without hopefully drawing too much attention to the enormous mast in his pants. Thankfully, the hallway was empty and he could run unabashed with his cock leading the way. He ducked into the nearest washroom, made for the closest stall, and sighed as he ripped his shorts open and wrapped both hands around his cock.

He came almost immediately, the imagery in his head so incredibly vivid. Sabina, asleep, with that ghost of a dreamlike smile on her face. It was too much. He came and spurted non-stop, only remembering mid-orgasm that he hadn’t taken off his boxer-briefs.

Somehow managing to keep quiet, his climax faded and he was left short for breath with a soiled crotch.

That’s when someone in the neighboring stall spoke.

“You alright girl?”

Ice ran through him as he froze in place. In his haste, he hadn’t checked to see if the washroom was empty. Worse still, he hadn’t entered the men’s room.

It was the women's.

And he wasn’t alone.

Not knowing what to do, George kept as quiet as he could, hoping that the girl would eventually leave. He waited in silence, a cold sweat slowly forming down his back.

“Do you need a pad?” he girl eventually asked when it became apparent he wasn’t going to say anything. Just like before, he didn’t respond, instead willing the problem to go away.

And as though someone answered his prayers, it did.

“I get it if you're embarrassed. I’d be too.” That was soon followed by the sound of a toilet being flushed and the opening of a stall. “I’ll leave a pad next to the sinks anyway.”

Not recognizing her voice, George stayed perfectly still as she washed her hands, feeling each agonizing minute tick by. Never had this happened to him, and if the truth of the matter came out, what was left of his reputation would be ruined.

Eventually, to his great relief, the girl finished and he heard her footsteps echo throughout the room as she made towards the door.

“Hope you’re not wearing white. Good luck!”

The door hadn’t even finished closing when George breathed a sigh of relief. That had been close. Too close, in fact. He might be known throughout the school as an awkward pervert, but that didn’t translate to sneaking into the opposing gender’s washroom and masturbating in the stalls. Even for him, that wasn’t normal.

Not wanting to waste any more time, he made sure the coast was clear and stood up from the toilet, only to encounter his second problem.

It seems the fruits of his orgasm had started to seep through his boxers and were staining his shorts whose fly had only been opened instead of pushed away from the danger zone. His loads were always massive...

Not knowing what to do, he made the split- second decision to take both sets of pants off and leave the soaked underwear behind, opting to finish his day commando. Thankfully, he’d only been wearing a pair a white boxer briefs; bland enough that they shouldn’t be traced back to him. The stain on his pants would still be embarrassing to explain, but even in the likelihood that people would think he’d wet himself, it wouldn’t kill his reputation. Granted, it wouldn’t help it either.

Of course, he was now also without the even slight compression effect of his underwear so the bulge of his soft cock was damningly obvious.

Taking a hot second to make sure that the hallway was once again clear, he shuffled out of the girls washroom and made it back to Mrs. Lopez’s class without further incident. Unsurprisingly, nothing had changed. Sabina was still sleeping, but after his ordeal, George would take that as his new normal any day.

By the time class had ended, George’s nerves were still racing. By now, he was certain that he’d managed to avoid becoming the latest gossip - in a highschool like his, even class wouldn’t have stopped the spreading of such an embarrassing story. That didn’t change the fact that he wasn’t wearing underwear.

As the bell rang and he stood to leave, he was stopped as a memory coursed through him. One of the detention he’d earned the day before.

Sitting back down, he waiting as patiently as he could as the room emptied around him. Straggling students continued to talk to Mrs. Lopez about the subject matter he’d completely ignored before finally it was just him and his teacher

And Sabina.

Who was still sleeping.

Astonished, George could do nothing but stare as Mrs. Lopez gathered her effects and walked up to her sleeping ace student, nudging the girl delicately in an attempt to wake her up. The pair whispered for a while before Sabina slowly stood up, the girl obviously dazed and still half asleep. Quietly, she walked out of the room, rubbing her eyes, leaving George even more bewildered than ever.

With that taken care of, Mrs. Lopez turned to scan the room and only then seemingly noticed him. George, lost for words, said nothing while his teacher approached him. He was about to ask why Sabina had left without receiving detention when Mrs. Lopez spoke first, her words silencing him.

“What are you still doing here George?”

Silence crept between the pair while the teacher waited for her student to pick up his jaw from the floor. When he did, he could only speak a single word: “Detention?”

But that just seemed to puzzle the woman even more. “Detention? Why would you have detention?”

George blinked, convinced that he’d fallen asleep in class and was currently dreaming. That was the only explanation for everything that had happened since the start of history class. The Batman leggings that were staring him right in the face were proof enough of that.

He decided to be honest and see what would happen.

“Um, you gave me detention for falling asleep in class yesterday, remember?”

As though he’d just reminded her of something insignificant, her eyes widened in recognition. “Oh, you talking about yesterday?” Once he’d nodded, she continued. “I don’t see why that would warrant detention. After all, it’s pretty normal for students to fall asleep in class.”

George blinked, a single thought coursing through his mind: what in the ever living fuck was going on. By now, George was convinced that the world had either turned on its head or he was currently experiencing the most vivid dream of his life.

Judging their conversation to be over, Mrs. Lopez gave her student a smile and walked away, leaving him in his seat. “Good night George! Don’t forget to do your homework tonight.” She soon left the room, leaving him alone with his bewilderment as the most absurd history class of his life concluded.

Only thirty minutes had passed the next time George questioned his sanity. After taking twenty minutes to convince himself that he wasn’t dreaming - that everything he’d experienced had actually happened - the young student felt it best to make it home as fast as he could. After all, the longer he stayed out in public, the stronger the likelihood that someone would notice his accident.

Unfortunately, he ran into Dave and Ricky before he could even exit the school grounds. They were in their typical Dave and Ricky outfits: the former wearing a Slipknot tee with baggy shorts the while latter rocked the Batman logo. However, any familiarity was loss as soon as Ricky opened his mouth.

“Hey George! Did you hear? Someone left their cum-stained boxers in the girl’s washroom!”

If his friends noticed how he suddenly froze in place, they didn’t comment on it. Instead, the duo just laughed at the absurdity of the gossip they’d heard. Not wanting to incriminate himself, George felt it best to play ignorant.

“Ahh, no. I hadn’t. Who did it?”

“No one knows!” This from Dave, who’d regained his composure. “Leticia was the one who found them, screaming bloody ****. I was in math class at the opposite end of the hall and even I heard her.”

“Whoever did it is my hero.”

This rekindled their laughter, leaving George in the awkward position of trying to disengage from a conversation he wanted no part of. He tried his best to join them in their laughter, but his fake laugh seemed completely devoid of any sincerity. Nevertheless, his friends apparently ended up believing him because once they’d stopped giggling, the subject was quickly dropped in favor of another bombshell.

“Anyway, George, you busy tonight? Your sister and her team have a soccer practice out in the field tonight and we found a perfect place to watch them unperturbed.”

Dave was nodding insistently next to his friend, sharing his excitement. “Yeah! It’s on the third floor, at the top of the stairwell near English class. We discovered that the door at the top is unlocked and it opens to a room with a window that provides the best vantage point yet. What do you say, want to watch the girls break a sweat with us?”

If his day hadn’t already been absurd to the point of insanity, than having Dave and Ricky invite him to creep on his sister’s team would have done it. Sure, he’d done the same from the privacy of his bedroom the night before, but this was magnitudes worst.

“Wait, I’m sorry. You want me to what?”

But his friends just beamed their best smiles at him. “Come on! It’ll be hot!”

Not knowing what to say, George shuffled past them, nearly knocking Dave over as he mumbled that he really needed to get home.

Making a beeline for the location in question, George tried his hardest to convince himself that he wasn’t dreaming; that this was in fact real life and that Dave and Ricky truly didn’t mean what they were suggesting. Yet, he thought back to the mountain of evidence pilling against his understanding of reality and everything implied that something seriously fucked up was happening.

He barely noticed the trip home. In fact, he didn’t even bat an eye at the note his mother left saying that she wouldn’t be making dinner that night and that he needed to help himself. Nor did the sounds of action, gunfire, and explosions coming from the living room strike him as odd. No, George was so determined to bring this day to a close that he rushed straight to his room and collapsed on his bed.

Half an hour later, his nerves still racing, he found himself incapable of growing calm. Taking a deep breath, he sat up on his mattress and scanned the room for anything out of the ordinary only to find nothing. He sighed, wondering what was wrong with him.

Noting that he wasn’t tired yet, he decided to spend the remainder of the day doing something familiar to him. Finding a new pair of boxer shorts, he opened up his laptop and starting browsing his favorite porn websites. Those, he happily realized, were still the same as he remembered.

As the hours ticked away, George fell in his familiar habit of saving various photos to his “Fap Bank” and going from routinely masturbating to browsing for more content. When the sun had fully set, he was truly ready for another climax and accidentally did so prematurely, ruining another set off boxers.

Desperately hoping he wasn’t making a habit, he took them off and discarded them by throwing the pair at his hamper before fading to an easy sleep caused by his endorphins.

In his haste, he didn’t even notice that he’d once again missed the hamper, his boxers instead flying through the air and landing in the hallway for everyone to see.

It was late when Alice returned home that night. She **** her keys into the lock while holding her gym bag with her teeth, desperately wanting to collapse into bed. It soon unlocked with a click and she shuffled her way in, making it two steps before she fell flat on her ass, leaning back against the door.

Soccer practice had left her exhausted. She’d given it her all this time, knowing that the competition between schools was fast approaching. More than once she’d tripped and been rewarded with a face full of dirt. Her hair was a mess and she had dried mud caked on her cheeks.

Come on girl, focus. Just a little more.

Gathering the remnants of her strength, she managed to stand on wobbly feet and made her way to the kitchen, hoping for a quick snack before bed. Noting the lack of leftovers, it was only after grabbing a banana that she noticed her mother’s note telling her kids to make their own meal tonight.

She chuckled. Typical mom.

Her suspicions were confirmed when she focused and heard the noises coming from the living room, hearing that familiar sound of explosions and gunfire coming from beyond the wall. Yet another night where her parents spent their evening playing Call of Duty against one another. Not that Alice could blame them; she’d have probably joined them if she didn’t have soccer practice.

She stretched and turned towards her room, nearly making it there before stepping on something wet and sticky. Looking down, it immediately became apparent what she had walked on: her brother’s soiled and discarded boxer shorts.

Alice smiled to herself - seems like George had already gone to bed.

Moving right along, she entered her room in a flash and within seconds collapsed on her bed. She opted to forgo her shower, justifying that it could be done in the morning. What mattered now was the sheer relief she felt course throughout her body; her muscles finally relaxing after their long day of use.

Already, the young athlete felt sleep creeping up on her. Yet, as she looked down at her outfit, she noted there was one ritual she couldn’t skip tonight. Shimmying out of her gym shorts, she opened her legs as her fingers danced across her yellow, limited edition Batman panties - her favorite pair - before centering on a very specific part of her anatomy.

Her thoughts filled with bad boy Harrison Bentley, Alice fingered her clit as she pleasured herself, bucking her hips and moaning wildly. She came astoundingly fast, something that wasn’t uncommon when she’d spend the evening at practice, and was happy to see that her orgasm had soaked her underwear.

After it, it just wouldn’t be normal if they weren’t soiled.

Quickly taking them off, she flung them out of her room and into the hallway where they landed next to her brother’s before collapsing back onto her bed. Not even bothering to cover herself, sleep consuming her entirely, both her legs and bedroom door open for the world to see.