You’re late for class!

While your finger hangs over the link, deciding just how much knowledge is worth compared to ignorance, you see the time. It’s already 8:35, less than thirty minutes before class starts!

“Fuck fuck fuck!” You yell, throwing your phone on your bed as you rush to get ready. You don’t have time for a full wash in the joint showers, so simply clean yourself as best as you can in the sink, throw on fresh clothes, and rush out. Your sure there must be some caked cum on you somewhere still, but at this point you didn’t have time to do anymore. Your class was history, and the professor cared more about attendance than anything else. You only had two misses in a semester before he automatically failed you, and you weren’t going to take this class again.

You make it with two minutes to spare. As if everything wasn’t already going against you, your normal spot near the front was filled. You look up and down the auditorium, and find a spot near the back corner. You flop your bag down, knowing you weren’t going to be able to pay much attention today.

As the class begins, you hear a low voice behind you “Well well... if it isn’t the cock sleeve!”

Your heart drops while your face turns red. You nervously turn to look at the owner of the voice.