Caught in the hallway

Walking out the door of Mr. Doe’s classroom, I headed in the opposite direction of my next class, instead going towards the restroom. I could still feel the warm cum on my thighs and I really wanted to clean up before getting to class. I was only a few steps from the restroom door when I heard a voice behind me. It was Principal White! “Young lady, what are you doing roaming the halls? You should be in class right now.” I stammered “I...I have a note.” I handed her the note and she quickly read it. “Alright, but your class is in the other direction.”

“I know, but…” She cut me off before I could say anything else.

“No buts, get to class.” She continued to stare at me.

“Can I get my note back at least?” She handed the note back; I hesitated for another moment and thought about trying to talk my way into being able to use the restroom first, but Principal White was known as a hard-ass that didn’t take kindly to bullshit. It would be fruitless to try to argue. I turned and shuffled away towards class. I looked down and the stream of cum was already down to my knees, clearly visible to anyone who happened to glance that direction. And I could feel more continue to slowly leak out of my pussy hole. Normally my entrance was tightly closed, but Mr. Doe’s thick cock had stretched it out to a gaping hole. Would it every go back to normal? No idea, just one more thing I didn’t know.

Maybe no one would notice? Or maybe they just wouldn’t care? This was normal right? That’s what Mr. Doe said, it would leak out for a while and that was normal. Yes, no one would bat an eye at this. I hurried off and opened the door to my english lit class as quietly as I could. But the door was at the from of the room so there was no sneaking in. I handed my teacher the note and quickly walked to my desk and sat down. I heard snickering and giggles from the other girls, but I tried to keep my head down and ignore them. They surely noticed my dilemma. Maria, an Italian girl to my left, leaned over and whispered, “Did you just get creampied?” I’d never heard the term before but could guess its meaning from context. I didn’t respond and tried to ignore her. This was humiliating. Everyone must know what I just did. Did they know it was with Mr. Doe? They must, even I’d heard the rumors about him, everyone must have known it was Mr. Doe that had fucked and creampied me.

I made it through the remainder of class dreading my trip through a crowded hallway to the restroom. The bell rang and I waited until almost everyone else had gone before standing and heading to the door. Maria was hanging back for a moment as well, she waited until everyone had gone, even our teacher had left, presumably going to the same place I was trying to get to. Maria stopped me before I reached the door. “Hey, what was it like?”

“What was what like?” I knew what she meant but we hardly knew each other and I didn’t feel comfortable talking to her about what had transpired just a few minutes earlier.

“You know what I mean. Everyone can see the jizz dribbling down your leg. There’s even a huge wet spot on the back of your skirt, and on your chair.” My eyes almost bugged out of my head, I hadn’t even realized, yea, I could feel the wetness down there, but it didn’t occur to me that it would seep through my skirt onto my chair. What was I going to do?! I certainly couldn’t walk through the hall like this! It was bad enough all my classmates already saw me like this. The more I thought about it, the worse it seemed. This was highschool, gossip spread faster than wildfire. Everyone in the entire senior campus would know about this within minutes!

Maria must have seen my distress, because she became sympathetic. “Hey, don’t worry about it. I mean yea, the whole school probably already knows about it by now. But with the new rule, you won’t get punished or anything. Besides, half the girls here are just jealous. They would give anything to fuck Mr. Doe. So, uh, is it true? Is his cock really like 8 inches?” I nodded meekly, “I didn’t exactly measure it, but yea, that’s probably about right.”

“Damn, lucky girl.” She started to say something else but thought better of it. “Well, I should get going, you should too if you want to be on time.” She was right, it was best to get this over with. Following Maria out the door, I walked as quickly as I could to the restroom, making it this time without anyone stopping me. I didn’t bother with a stall this time, I just stripped my skirt off next to the sinks and looked at the back of it. Yep, I could see a crusty white spot near the bottom. I ran it under the sink and using folds of fabric, tried my best to rub out the stain. Then I held it under the hand dryer until I was dry enough. I grabbed some toilet paper from a stall and mopped up the cum from my legs as best I could, wetting the toilet paper helped. By the time I was finished, I was more or less presentable. Well, it was much less noticeable anyway. Not that it mattered, everyone in school probably already knew it about by now. There was still a trickle coming out of my pussy hole, but there was nothing to be done about that.

I got my skirt back on and speed-walked to my next class, the bell had already rung so I was late. Last period was art, and my art teacher, Ms. Clark, was always understanding, unlike Principal White. It seemed she was enjoying the new dress-code, even though it technically only applied to students. Her hair was a wild mess of blonde, she was showing a complicated brush stroke (we were doing oil painting currently) and her breasts swayed and bounced and I could clearly see her nipples poke through her thin dress. She certainly wasn’t wearing a bra today. And the loose dress was short as well, coming down only to her upper thigh. There was no way to know very certain, but I imagined she also wasn’t wearing panties.

Ms. Clark didn’t say anything about me being late, and at the end-of-school bell, I hustled to the library. As I hoped, there was no one else there except for the librarian, whom I tried to avoid. I went in the stacks and began my search. Human sexuality, it was a broad topic and I wasn’t sure where to start. I strolled through the shelves of books, not finding what I was looking for. I turned a corner and there was the librarian. In a pencil skirt, a modest button down blouse and glasses, she was the stereotypical librarian. “Can I help you young lady?” I couldn’t ask her for help, but I had to tell her something. Why couldn’t I talk about it in the open like everyone else? All the conditioning I experienced growing up about the evil of sex made it hard for me. But Mr. Doe said this kind of thing was natural. And the way it felt! How could something that felt that good be evil? An idea popped in my mind, I told mother I had to do research for a paper, I could do the same thing with the librarian, Ms. Hill. “Um, yea, I have a paper due next week. Do you have anything on human sexuality.”

She raised an eyebrow, but otherwise didn’t seem fazed. “Follow me.” She brought me across a few isles then down a row before stopping and grabbing a few books and handing them to me. “There, those should cover anything you want to know.” I thanked her and she headed off. After finding a table, I spread out the books and picked the one on top. I started to skim through the material, stopping to read more carefully when I spotted something more interesting. Mother was picking me up at 5:00 and I wanted to use every minute until then.

There was so much! I learned all about the female reproductive system, how and why a vagina works the way it does and a host of other things. There was even info on male organs and a picture, although the informational sketch didn’t look much like the real thing; until I read the part about the male penis being limp until aroused, then it grows and becomes hard. Interesting. I eventually stumbled upon the reason for my pulsating and tingling pussy, I was in heat. I also came to realize my parents were wrong. I’m an adult, a full-grown woman, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with talking about sex, having sex or touching myself. Of course I still had to act demur around my family, but this realization gave me a much-needed boost of confidence. In fact, I was determined to alter my skirt to be even shorter once I got home. As I returned the books, I though about what Mr. Doe was doing at that moment. My face flushed at the memory of sitting on his cock, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I could get him to ‘inspect’ my pussy again.