As Lisa was rushed along, Kelly to her left and Julie to her right, she allowed herself to be fully engaged in their conversation. She was still blushing, partially from the embarrassment she had suffered at the hands, or more appropriately, at the end of the riding crop of Miss Jenkins. Something else had her skin tinged red as well, though. She had been so close to an orgasm when Miss Jenkins was fingering her, she felt an undeniable need to complete.
The throbbing was slowly dulling, but the tight grip of the thong across her bloated pussy lips and her erect clitoris, kept her on edge. She remained excited and knew that she would need relief sometime soon. She longed for the privacy of her dorm room, though that had proven to be a façade this morning.
Meanwhile, as Lisa tried to block out the experience with Miss J and her excited state, Kelly pulled out a hot dog from the bag for Lisa to eat. Lisa went to reach for the light meal, feeling suddenly famished, but Kelly instead pushed the hot dog towards her mouth. "I'll hold it for you." Kelly offered, forcing the thick frank and bun past her lips as Lisa began to protest. Julie meanwhile, pushed a banana into Lisa's left hand and a soda into her right.
Marcy and Joan were giggling in the background, keeping pace right behind Lisa and helping to rush her along. Lisa gagged as Kelly slipped, thrusting the hot dog to the back of Lisa's throat. It was too wide and Lisa feared that if she bit down on the huge bite that was now forced into her mouth and throat, she would surely choke to death. She pulled back her head, trying to remove the invading frank from her mouth, but Kelly pursued. "Come on Lisa, you need to eat on the go, there isn't much time left!"
The other girls agreed. "I don't know why you took so much time with Miss Jenkins, but we only have a couple of hours to register for all the rest of our classes now. We really must hurry." Julie added with a smile.
Kelly had put a more than generous amount of condiments on the beef hot dog. Mustard, relish, melted cheese, chili, and finely chopped onions were actually heaped around and on top of the hot dog. There was now a considerable mess, some on Lisa's face from the thrust by Kelly's hand, some on Kelly's hand as she held the dog firmly in Lisa's mouth. Lisa's eyes grew with fear as she realized she would have to bite down to escape suffocation. She jerked her head back and bit down, taking about three inches of hotdog in her mouth. Kelly held the remainder to Lisa's mouth, giggling as Lisa tried to chew the huge mouthful of food.
Kelly allowed the handful of mustard, relish, melted cheese, chili, and finely chopped onions to rest in her hand for the moment. She even squeezed the remaining 2/3 of the hotdog bun to force a fuller handful of the messy stuff. Lisa chewed and licked her lips to try to clear up the mess she could feel on her face. She had the chili-mustard mixture all over her lips, her nose and her chin.
When she finally chewed the dog enough to swallow part of it, she opened her mouth to berate Kelly for nearly choking her to death, only to receive the remaining five inches, shoved hard into her mouth, a full two inches penetrating her throat. She gagged hard, choking the hot dog up and loosing it on the ground. Kelly withdrew her hand now, and was cleaning the mess that was left on her hand with napkins from the bag.
The conglomeration of hot dog condiments was thrust into Lisa's face. Kelly feigned a trip and looked shocked and apologetic as the mess splatted against Lisa, dribbling to her cleavage and on the white top in a yellow and chili-colored mess. Kelly finished wiping her hand and apologized profusely while wiping what she could with the messy napkin.
"Oh God! I'm so sorry Lisa." She had used all the napkins to clean her hands and now only spread the mess more, though she did clean the globs from her face, knocking them to Lisa's breasts. "Ooops! Sorry again." She apologized as she wiped the globs off Lisa's breast, smearing it into the white blouse.
Lisa was mortified. She could feel the mess on her face and could see it on her white blouse. She lifted her soda and drank to wash it from her mouth. "You pushed it in too fast." She whined, choking a little as she did. "Look at me. I'm a mess."
Joan and Marcey were holding their hands over their mouths to stop the laughter. People walking by looked disgusted and laughed and pointed as they passed the five girls. "Do you have any more napkins?" She asked Kelly.
"No, I used them all. And the rest rooms are closed in this building." Kelly said with a disappointed frown. "We really don't have a lot of time left Lisa. How many classes do you want to sign up for this semester? I would take a full schedule in my freshman year if I were you. Just to get a lot of the boring stuff out of the way so you can enjoy the later years more. A full schedule means we have at a minimum three more classes to sign you up for. Four if you want to really get off a good start."
Lisa looked at the stained shirt and sighed. "Okay, let's just stop a second at the first available rest room."
"That's the spirit!" Julie shouted, as she pushed Kelly and Lisa towards the West Science Building.
The five women climbed the stairs to the pillared entrance and entered the wide, wooden double doors into the great hall of the Galileo Building. The crowds were certainly thinning and it took only a moment for Kelly to take her bearings on the sign up sheet for Lisa's next class. A young, brown-haired girl looked up from the papers before her, as the group of five approached and smiled to them with a secretive wink to Kelly.
"Hi, I'm Lisa. I'd like to sign up for beginning Anatomy."
"Sorry sister, the class is full. Unless you want to volunteer as a lab assistant." The girl behind the sign up sheet replied. "It isn't a big deal. You just have to help out in class and sometimes with some preparatory work. But no-one has taken the job this year."
Lisa frowned, then looked to her friends for guidance.
Kelly only shrugged, doing a magnificent job of hiding her knowledge of the five open slots in the class. "Why not?" She offered.
Why not indeed? Lisa thought back to Miss Jenkins and the unwanted position she was not being offered, or was it forced into as her assistant.
"Will it take up much out-of-class time?" Lisa asked the sophomore before her at the desk.
"No, hardly any at all." The girl replied, brushing her long brown hair back off the front of her red shirt, which bore the insignia of the College over her substantial chest. "Better grab it though. I can't hold it if anyone else comes up."
"Okay." Lisa accepted the slot with a sigh. "Let's just hurry or I won't be able to get in any more classes!" She signed where the girl indicated, then on a few extra forms that she didn't take the time to read. The girl behind the desk had indicated something about a Lab Assistant Agreement. Whatever that was.
She finished signing, turned and sped away with Julie tugging her right hand towards the Arts Building nearby.
As they crossed the ground, nearly rushing now as it was after 4:00 with a little less than an hour to finish signing up for at least two more classes, Lisa felt a coming urge to use the rest room for more than just to clean up. She held her breath though, not wanting to share the beginnings of an uncomfortable pressure in her bladder.
"You okay?" Julie asked Lisa, noting the slowing of her step and nervousness in her expression.
"Fine." Lisa responded.
"Okay. Here is the Arts Building. Come on." Julie tugged Lisa up the steps into the center of the foyer and half-ran to a sign-up sheet. It was a sketching and sculpturing class where the students were required to pose as well as participate. It was totally devoted to upper level Art Majors, and a few voyeurs. Rarely, however, were there many female Art majors the likes of Lisa.
"Sketching and Sculpturing?" she asked Julie with an incredulous look upon her face.
"Yes, this is the same class I took." "Do you understand the class?" Asked a longhaired boy from behind the various classes sign up sheets? "You are required to…"
"She knows." Julie broke in. "I told her all about it."
The boy looked up at Lisa, large breasts, and nipples hardened and poking through a stained, white halter-top. He mentally undressed her and weighed the decision to see this sight or to possibly foul the vision by clarifying the requirements of the class that he felt certain the girl did not comprehend.
He finally decided to make a few calls to some friends in about five minutes to sign up again for Sketching and Sculpturing.
"Well, okay then." He smiled. "Sign here." He pointed to a blank space on the sign up sheet below about seven other names. "And here." He pulled out a model release form that waved any compensatory rights to the use of her work if any material were subsequently sold.
Lisa signed again without reading and began shifting from one foot to the other, noticing the strengthening of the pressure in her bladder. She didn't read a word and turned around after signing, looking frantically for a bathroom door. "Where is the bathroom?" She whispered to Julie.
"There are none open here." Julie lied. "Can you hold out for a little longer? You need one more class at least. Then we can go to the Student Hall and you can wash up and use the rest rooms there."
"Okay." Lisa sighed. "But let's hurry, I really have to go soon."
"Okay. Let's get you a Physical Education class and if you want, an easy elective. That should make for a relatively easy first semester."
