The teacher had made an effort to look after me, closing off the toilets and going off to bring back towels and one of the old spare PE kits. I didn’t want that though. I slipped back on my dirty clothes, also covered in drying cum. I made no effort to clean the mess from my body. I wanted to have a walk of shame home, to be a visible fuckwhore. Except for me, there was pride in that too.
I got what I wanted the second I left the toilets. A few of the guys were outside and cheered at the sight of me. Cum sticking to my hair, drying on my face and dripping down my legs. My clothes were a state. There were a few girls around waiting too. They looked shocked and disgusted, commenting.
“Fucking whore!”
“What a slut.”
“She’s happy about it as well, the dirty bitch.”
They were all right, and I loved it. I had to rush out of college though, so I wouldn’t get found leaving. I struggled to walk back to my place properly. My body was ruined and it was more of a stumble I managed. It only made me look like a drunken prostitute. I enjoyed the further comments, then thinking about them all whilst I showered.