You run out of time.

As you sit on the school bus jacking off your best friend while flashing him your panties, you try to decide where he should cum. There a re downsides to all of your options: If he cums in your mouth then you have to swallow, which you hate. Pussy means that you could get pregnant. You've never put anything in your ass, so that's out of the question. And your skirt would mean that you either smell like cum all day or walk around in panties. You are suddenly pulled back as you hear him mutter "Not on the jacket" As he pulls his only cover away. His tiny cock now in the open he grabs your thigh and squeezes hard as you feel his cock throb and white liquid shoots out the tip.Because of the way that you were seated and the fact that you weren't ready, his first spurt hit you square in the face. What's worse than that is that he didn't stop cumming. As you push his cock down trying to aim it away, he hits your chest twice, skit once, and one even smacked you square in your exposed panties. As his flow finally slows to a dribble you pull your hand off his member.He scoops up the cum that was dribbling down his shaft before it touches he jeans and asks "Well what do I do with this. I can't smell like cum today." Your blood boils and you almost scream at him, but then remember that you don't want people looking. "What the fuck do you mean. You came all over me. I'm gonna smell like your disgusting cum forever now. Why didn't you cum on the jacket, or at least warn me, you asshole" You hiss at him. "Your hands are so soft, I was lost in the moment. I'll help you clean up though. You're wearing a shirt under that right?" He points to your cum soaked hoodie. "Um, kinda. It's a tank top." "Good enough, take your hoodie off and use it to clean your face, cum drys quick so go now." You take off your hoodie but accidentally pull up your shirt a bit, flashing your belly to Sam. Next you flip it inside out and use the dry side to wipe off your face. You could feel the cold on your exposed arms and were made aware of your nipples, aroused from the edging, poking through the thin fabric of your tank top. "Sam, what about my panties and skirt? They're both soaked in you disgusting cum." "Well, you don't need panties, just don't flash anyone. It can't be healthy to walk around with your juices and min mixing down there anyway." You realize that he's probably right and move to pull them down, but because your facing him cross-legged, it's difficult. You extend your legs, placing them in his lap, and slide your underwear down. Your pussy now on full view to Sam, he starts to grow hard again and gets a little frisky. He places on hand on your thigh and the other moves to pick up your discarded panties. He takes then and stuffs them in his pocket. You're too exhausted to argue, and anyway, you have no use for them anymore. Just then, smelling like cum and only wearing a skirt and tank top, you reach school.