You leave the classroom

You almost can't think straight. Between the boner stretching out your jeans and the goth's tantalizing toes begging you to suck them, your head is swimming with sexual thoughts. It's difficult to think about anything but cumming to all the incredibly sexy feet surrounding you.

But... what would your peers think? Everyone's acting so weird, but what if they remember what you did after all this weird shit blows over? You would never live it down. Long after your fetish for feet fades, you'd be known as the foot freak all across campus. Girls would whisper and laugh behind your back. You don't have much of a reputation to begin with, so you need to keep what little you have! You quickly throw the goth girl's feet from your shoulders, gather your things, and leave the classroom.

You think about hanging out in the hallways, but it's no use. Sandal-clad students are crossing back and forth, and it's only intensifying your urge to cum. You decide to duck into the restroom and cool down for awhile.

As you lock yourself into a stall, you notice a thick hole on the door separating your stall from the adjacent one. A gloryhole? No, it's much too large to be a gloryhole. It looks big enough to fit your arm through, and then some. You feel compelled to get on your knees and get a closer look.

You kneel down, with your face hovering just inches from the hole. Before you can get a good look through, a foot pops through it, just an inch from your face! Is anywhere safe from this messed-up curse?! It's not immediately clear if the foot belongs to a man or a woman; it's large, with unpainted nails, but smooth. More importantly, the curse decided that matters between genders suddenly no longer matter. Man or woman, your cock is aching. From this distance, the heat and musk radiating from the foot is washing over your face in waves.

You need to get your cock out right now, if only so it can breathe a bit through these detestable jeans. Might as well pull it through your underwear as well. A bit of air never hurt after all. You could take your hand off it now, but... giving it a couple strokes just feels so right. It's like the foot wants you to stroke for it. Maybe sniff it and kiss it too. It's quite an attractive foot, after all. Maybe you can finally give in and taste sweet release...