No time to respond

Before you can say anything, Doe turns to look at you, small driplets of cum upon her face. She reaches out to stroke your cheek as she moves forward to softly kiss your lips. “This is going to be wonderful, John. I for one can’t wait…it was all I could do to keep my hands off you when I saw you in the hall the other day.” With that, she kisses you again, her nipples brushing against your chest, before she stands up and walks off-stage. At this point you can also see small streams of your cum still clinging desperately to her ass.

You turn to Dr. Balkin, who is calmly lighting a cigarette as if nothing happened. “Not that I’m complaining, but why me?”

The instructor lets out a small puff of smoke as she smiles at you with soft, loving eyes. “You’re smart, good-looking, well hung, a good sport, my girls like you, and I thought you’d be a fun fuck. Turns out I was right, so everyone gets to have a good time.”

Something she said suddenly catches your attention. “Wait…did you say girls?” Your shaft involuntarily twitches, reflecting your inner thoughts. Is this something you should look forward to, or are you truly in over your head?

As if sensing these thoughts, Dr. Balkin smiles at you. “Don’t worry, John. I’m an excellent judge of character and an even better judge of good lovers. You’ll be fine. Right now though, you need to get cleaned up. There is a changing room on stage right with a shower. Your clothes are there now. You probably want to wash up a bit and change before you leave.” With that she takes one last longing look into your eyes….and another longing look at your cock…before putting out her cigarette and standing up. Her shoes make quiet echoes as she walks across the empty room to the exit.

With that you go to the changing room and undress. Opening the door to the shower stall, you turn the hot water on and let the heat relax your muscles. Just as the shower starts to fog and your eyes close, you hear the door open behind you. Before you have a chance to turn around to see who it is, a pair of hands cover your eyes and a soft feminine body presses against yours. In a sensual, almost inaudible voice, she breathes in your ear, “Guess who…”