The World I Do not Belong To...

Everything had started so well in the morning. You were on your merry way to campus, but then, bang! End of the world...

...at least, it was the end of the world you knew.

"Hey..." you hear softly, the ringing in your ears taking up most of your auditory senses.

"Hey...!" the sound becomes louder.

"HEY!"

You awake. The ground you lay on is cold and hard, something that makes you miss your bed at home. Slowly and shaky, you pick yourself up only to see a massive crowd surrounding you.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?!"

There is this voice again. It seems like someone is very concerned for you. Once you have recomposed yourself enough, you realize that someone is no other than your best friend, Eric.

Before you can even stand up, Eric grabs you by your shirt and shakes you violently. "Jesus fucking christ, talk to me!"

The last thing your brain needs is more trauma. You grab him firmly by his wrists, your strength still not fully back, and meekly say, "Let... go..."

Luckily, the rough oaf hears you well enough to stop his well-meaning ****. "Oh. You're awake. Good," he says, releasing his grip.

After dusting himself and you off, he helps you stand up on your feet. It is a bit wobbly, but you will manage. As for the crowd that has recorded the entire ordeal, you can count on your friend to shoo them all way. Now, only the two of you are left in the middle of the street. However, it doesn't take long for you to leave as well, as you and Eric realize how late it is.

The two of you rn through the busy morning streets, passing by many of your acquaintances. This city is your home, and yet... things don't sit right with you. Every corner you turn, you swear seeing oddities after oddities. There are people that you don't recognize, advertisements that you have never heard of, strange gossip you overhear, and even shadowy shapes that disappear the moment you focus on them. All of these things make you wonder what had exactly happened before. At least, there is your sprinting friend to answer things for you.

"Huh? What happened, you ask?" he says in between breaths, "Are you kidding me? You don't remember the truck and everything? Not even when it nearly hit you?"

You shake your head.

"Oh shit! Maybe we should see a doctor after all. We can visit your mom after the lecture, and she can check you out. But first, work your legs! We're already late to professor Benson's lecture, and you know how pissy she can get!"

That's as good of an explanation as you can get from Eric. He has always been a bit simpleminded, but that's also one of his greatest strengths. He knows what's important, and the priority now is to just get to the lecture hall before you have to kiss the blackboard again.

Unfortunately, the two of you did not make it in time and were chewed out by the professor. Quietly and shamefully, you slump in your seat and listen as the lecture goes on. You really wonder why she is such a bitch. She may be a young prodigy in her field, but her social skills are really lacking. She also doesn't seem to understand that some can't follow her at all. Not everyone is gifted with a brain like hers. That's what really ticks you off about her and the fact that you are stuck with her as she is the only available lecturer this semester.

As she goes on and on about what to expect for the next lecture, you roll your eyes. All you want from her is to be released out of this room. You look around the large hall to see how everyone else is holding up. Eric has completely given up as he's mentally banging his head on the table. That's what the single brain cell you share tells you, at least. Amy, your studious childhood friend, and your group's carry, raises her hand and asks questions like the good noodle that she is. Just par for the course. However, when you glance over to your seat neighbor, Emma, the quiet mouse, you raise your eyebrow. She tries her best to stay quiet, but not for the reasons you had expected.

The lecture can go to hell as what you see is far more interesting. Emma's face is beet red, and she is biting her lips. Behind her thick-framed glasses, you can see that her excitement does not stem from the amazing lecture but more from what her hand is doing under the desk. Curiosity dictates that you check it out and what you see takes you aback. Her baggy joggers are down her knees, along with her cotton panties. From where you sit, you can't clearly see what she's doing, but from the small, circular motions of her arm, your imagination can finish the puzzle. Looking up again, your face goes pale as the quiet girl stares directly at you. But, instead of screaming or any other sane reactions, she quietly shuffles so that her body faces you and grins deviously. Slumping even further into her chair, she spreads her legs more to give you a better view of her glistening pussy. You don't exactly know how to react, but that doesn't matter to her. She simply rubs one out for you to watch, whether you like it or not. It seems like a viewer is what she needed to get off. Her body shifts and squirms as her hand movements become faster, more daring. Her face twists into one of madness and bliss. Eventually, she tenses up, her hand coming to an abrupt halt. At this moment, her head buckles back, and her legs shake uncontrollably until they, too, become motionless.

For an uncomfortable amount of time, Emma stays like that, limp and unresponsive in her chair. You are worried about her and what just happened. Sneaking your way to her, the sweet and musky smell of her post-orgasmic body penetrates your nostrils. Something has to be done, or else everybody will see her messy state. As you come even closer, her body suddenly jumps back to life. She looks down at herself and then at you...