Kendall runs out of the prom

Kendall is mortified. This may be putting her feelings of utter humiliation lightly unless you consider the Latin roots of the word "mort" meaning ****. She wishes she could just die right now.

Instead she finally finds enough sense to run. Her reaction wasn't fast enough though as her classmates had already thought to take out their phones. Her cum bathe will forever live on the cloud and be passed along to students. THere's not a straight guy at school who won't jerk off to looking at Kendall's cum covered body and face over the next few weeks.

The crowd, scared of her cumminess, parts as Kendall darts toward the exit of the prom. She bursts through the door and doesn't look back. Slowly the song changes and people get back to dancing. A teacher gets a rag to clean up the cum that had dripped to the crowd and some students snapchat her bending over to wipe up cum. Those photos are also used as masturbation fodder.

You, of course, are waiting for Kendall outside the prom. She has no ride home, and you're very far from her house. You know that her options are to accept your offer of a ride, or to walk home for miles, covered in cum.

You are standing by your car when Kendall hobbles by, trying to run in her heels. She's crying, her tears are mixing with the cum, "Hey are you OK?" you ask her.

"I'm fine!" she screams back, but you gently push your an offer of aid, and eventually it dawns on Kendall that she needs your help.

"Could you give me a ride home?" she asks meekly.

"Are you sure you want to go home looking... like that?" you say, gesturing towards the cum soaking into her hair and still slowly dripping down her body. "You could wash up at my place and then I could get you home. I don't live far."

Kendall knows she shouldn't get into a car with a stranger, but she feels like perhaps when you've had a bucket of cum dropped on you, life allows for exceptions to the usual rules.

Kendall agrees, apologizing for making a mess as she gets into your car. You reassure her it's all fine.

You make small talk with Kendall on the ride. She tells you how she was going to be Prom Queen, how much she was looking forward to the night, how long she spent on making her look pretty. She cries again as she thinks about the humilation she'll face. "I don't know how I'll ever go back to school," she says.

You try to find a clean part of her body that you could put a hand on her to comfort her, but she's too much of a mess.

When you get to your place (you've had Emma stay over at Sophia's tonight), you tell her that you think it might just be best to throw away the dress. "It cost so much money!" Kendall laments.

"Here, take this cash, I'll trade it to you for the dress," you say as take all the money out of your wallet and put a trash bag in front of Kendall. She pauses, wondering if you really expect her to undress in front of you. Maybe you think she's wearing a bra and you don't realize. But she decides that you've already seen her at your worst, so she slips off her cum-covered, sparking dress and tosses into the trash and then accepts the cash.

"Thank you so much. You're being so kind to me," she says as she holds the bills away from her cum covered body, not wanting them to get messy too.

You admire your first look at Kendall's beautiful, naked (albeit messy) body. She's thin, with beautiful small tits. You can see why she's so popular at school and why your girls are jealous of the attention she gets.