Knockout.

When the class finally came to it's long awaited end, Sands told me to say goodbye to each of the students as they exited the gym. This of course, took even longer than last time since there were more students...more students...who all got to see me naked up close. I was crying internally.

Once the last of the students left (after getting an even closer look at my dick) along with Professor Sands only Bridget stayed behind. I was free to cover myself up and did so since the volleyball players on the other court were now so fixated on me they were distractedly tossing around the ball in a haphazard fashion. Bridget walked over to me placing a hand over my heart as she sensed my distress.

"How are you holding up Ave?"

I groaned. "Pretty fucking terribly. I don't know how I am going to make it for five more days!"

"Anything I can do to make this easier for you?" Bridget leaned in to stroke my cheek with her knuckles.

Letting out a brief sigh, I relished in the comfort of her affectionate touch. "Can you at least ask Professor Sands to relocate the dressing room for me? Move it someplace close enough to the new locale so I don't have to walk around half the school naked? Please?!" I could no longer hide the desperation in my voice.

"Whatever makes you happy Ave," She kissed my cheek. "I will ask Delia if she will be willing to let you dress in the locker room since it's right by the gym."

It was a small comfort, but I would certainly take it over streaking through campus again tomorrow. "Thank you Bridget." Looking into Bridget's eyes right then, I wanted to kiss her. I was too mentally and emotionally exhausted to care about whether or not she was my student or that the people two courts over could see us. I simply wanted to kiss her again. But as I leaned into her face, a poorly served volleyball flew far from its court and sailed all the way across the gym beaming me on the head.

The impact was so hard when I hit the ground, I blacked out.