...and look around

When your open your eyes, you discover that whatever had been in the chocolate had worn off, and you were sitting in the middle of the class with your hands in your crotch. Almost everyone in the class was in some state of undress and covered in something fatty, but you were the center of attention.

“Hey, do you need a hand there? I can help!” Someone shouted after a moment of silence.

Looking at Ms. Winkle, she’s daintily wiping the cum of her chest, and she’s smiling back at you with a bizarrely motherly look on her face. You give her a friendly smile back though, and you shrug nonchalantly as you bring a finger to your mouth and lick the juice off of it.

Is this how things are going to be now? This is insane.

The remaining five minutes of class are spent cleaning up. Ms. Winkle collected everyone’s butter and chocolate saturated shirts, and promised to get them laundered. In the meanwhile, she handed out “I baked chocolate chip cookies with Ms. Winkle” T-shirts which everyone wore out. You thanked yourself for having the foresight to set your button down well to the side, and you put it back on.