Slip away...

The predatory goth boi was in an orgasm induced stupor. The rest of the auditorium had been similarly lulled, though by less pleasing means. Evidently no one had notice his employment of your thighs for friction and your underwear for storage. You doubt anyone seeing such would keep silent. But the various states of apathy give you an opening, and it is one you seize upon, as surely as Alex might seize upon yours...

There's a soft moan from him as you leave, but no attempt to stop you. Quick and quiet, you evacuate from the auditorium and find yourself in the florescent glow of the lights beyond. With little hesitation, you move further along the corridor, seeking a more remote bathroom in which to address your... predicament. After all, the ones near the auditorium would be seeing traffic, either from students avoiding the droning of the dean or once the mob was released from orientation. This demanded privacy.

And privacy was found. Taking up the handicap stall, it took awhile to get reasonably clean, discarded quite a few wads of toilet paper. The underwear, well, this was the end of it. Seeing as you were alone and quite over the ordeal, you simply dumped the pair, semen and all, in the trashcan for the custodians to manage. Finally relieved, albeit commando and still quite sticky, you depart for your dorm room in the hopes of a change of clothes and a proper shower. You'll at least have privacy, you think. As of this morning your dormmate had not yet made himself known.

Along the winding concrete paths you do notice a few pointing fingers and hushed whispers directed towards you; it's only later that you realize the other 'present' Alex had given. His impassioned kisses along the back of your neck had left lipstick marks, not something easily explained given their position. You let out a lone sigh. This is going to be a long semester.