Tuesday, October 19
She drove home to get her breast pump so she could drain herself in between the four classes she had that day. She knew it would be a test of willpower to focus, as Wednesdays were typically her hardest days. Unfortunately, sexual encounters with both Kim and Derek were fresh on her mind. It was warm today, but she was really looking for something that wouldn’t be so obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, so she threw on a somewhat thin marigold-colored sweater and black leggings, stuffing paper towels in her purse for when she inevitably sprung a leak. She would shop for bigger bras afterwards. It was time to get back on track with her classes, and she was prepared.
She had a sudden realization when opened her chatroom app and remembered her post she’d made last week, the night before the ill-fated psychology test. She saw several mentions as well as dozens of reactions, responses, and friend requests. Her loins felt hot once more as she read through the responses to her laying on her back, filled and covered with cum.
“Oh shit”
“is that you”
“Name?”