You head back to your apartment.

You manage to make your way back to the apartment without too much issue. Your jeans were a bit rough on your bare skin, but it wasn’t too far of a walk from the bus stop. Plus, you were grateful for the thick material, because you couldn’t stop thinking about the seed still deep inside you, and that was definitely making you wet.

Back at the apartment, you step into the shower to wash away all the sweat and cum sticking onto you, a little disappointed at the thought of rinsing away your professor’s remaining mark. Thinking of more exciting things, you remember that one of your friends is hosting a party at his place tomorrow, and there is bound to be plenty of eager bodies there.

Perhaps you’ll find someone on the dance floor and drag them off to a dark corner to have some fun with. Or you could ask for a certain favour as the prize of winning a game of beer pong.

As you step out of the shower, a knock sounds at the door. Quickly pulling on a bathrobe hanging on the back of the bathroom door, you open to door to see Oliver.

He’s relieved to see you, until he notices what you’re wearing.

“Oh um… I was just coming to apologise for this morning. But I can come back once you’re dressed…” He says.

You can’t help but notice his eyes straying away from your face and down towards your chest. Perhaps you wouldn’t have to wait until tomorrow to get someone in your bed.