You and Eve go to the ladies' room (alt)

You pack up your stuff as Eve grabs her's, careful not to touch her body with anything because of the semen on her. Her eyes are puffy and she's sniffling. You could comfort her but you really don't want that turd's cum to get on you. You wish she wasn't as broken up about the professor as you have been feeling their relationship growing oddly close since New York. As you think this thought, you feel a wave of minor exhaustion.

"How about we go to the bathroom and you can clean yourself up a bit?" you suggest to Eve. She sniffles a bit less, tears drying up and nods. You both make your way down the hall. You stop outside the girls' bathroom, but Eve gives you a confused look and tells you to get inside.

You start to protest but see her face and give in. You wonder why, certainly she's not suddenly in the mood for a quick fuck, though your cock hardens at the thought. Maybe she wasn't as heartbroken and it was more the adrenaline of the moment. If she wants to cope through sex, who would you be to not indulge her?

But once you're inside you see some guy standing the doorway of one of the stalls, jacking off, and as you pass you see a girl in there peeing or something. He must get off on girls peeing which is not something you're into. You wish he'd hurry up and cum to leave Eve and you alone, as you feel more tired again. You need more sleep.

Eve ignores them and goes to the furthest faucet, before even starting to use towels and water to clean up her body, you hear the male student shuffle forward and groan, then the girl that was peeing say in an exasperated tone, "god, did you have to aim for my face and hair?" You're unsure what there is to say and stand there awkwardly.

The male student just chuckles and leaves the bathroom and you hear the girl pulling toilet paper rapidly, probably to clean herself up. Your attention goes back to Eve and you get a little hard watching her wipe herself up, the coldness of the water making her nipples harden. Despite the events of today you contemplate the chances for the sex with Eve, you wish she wants to indulge in. You notice the sniffles are gone and even her face doesn't seem puffy any more. It feels like all signs point to those chances are not zero.

"If you want to, we can..." waiting for the other girl to leave the room, "blow off some steam" you trail off. It must have been a hard day for her. Maybe she wants to blow off some steam.

She cocks her head, "No no, I...god, I haven't been a good girlfriend, have I?" starring at your hardness in your pants, "I just need some time to process, it's hard seeing a man you admire in that state but full on sex but maybe," she says unbuckling your jeans and pulling down your zipper.

"We have time for this," she states as she starts to kiss your neck as her hand strokes up and down your shaft. Its been so long, you aren't sure how long you can last. A part of you wonders if Eve is judging your modest dick after seeing the professors admittedly large cock, a few times now. You feel a desire welling up to be larger, out of your inadequacy, as the ring grows warm -- but the desire is cut short by you coming over her hand.

Eve is grateful for the nearby sink and washes your load off with soap and water. You remain with her the rest of the art class period but she doesn't seem fazed by the professor or giving you a hand job, you'd guess by her behavior. You walk her to her car as she skips her second class, waving to her as she drives away.