Illianya made her way down the plasta-steel hallway, bouncing like a pinball between the flood of students. She looked down at her watch.
"Shit, almost 15 past,"
Illianya sighed, adjusting her shirt; Trevor's cum had dried and was causing her shirt to stick to her stomach. She could feel it flaking underneath her breasts where it had seeped through her cleavage and dripped down along the crest of her ribs. Gross. But also... mouth-watering.
She felt a pang of regret. Not only from the discomfort she was feeling, but also that at what she had done. Had she done something wrong? Sure, she liked Trevor, but like that? She didn't really want to risk damaging their friendship just because she had had a lapse of judgement. The train ride had been a combination of things that had overridden her rational thought.
"I was sexually pent-up, Trevor had been adorably vulnerable, claustrophobically close, and I'm definitely sleep deprived.
I saw an opportunity and took it, thinking only of how I could use him,
" Illianya growled at herself.
The pressure on her disconnected hand kept shifting-Trevor had probably broken free of the crowd and was booking it to Mr. S's class. The feeling of dried spunk was present on her hand as well. She felt her palm being jostled against his shaft, her fingernails lightly tapping against his flaccid member. Trevor's member twitched as her nails tapped against his sensitive head. Her face flushed beet red as she realized that her hand was probably causing his pants to bulge noticeably.
Not wanting to cause him any more discomfort she focused on repositioning the detached limb. Trevor winced and twinged in discomfort as she pulled her hand out from in front of his crotch. It was quite difficult considering the motion and the confined space, multitasking both walking with the crowd and not getting knocked to the ground as well as moving her hand in his pants, but it was surprisingly easy.
She chuckled, she hadn't expected the years of working in the confined space of her Papa's ship to prepare her for this. She settled with cupping his testicles and settling her wrist underneath his taint. It would be uncomfortable when he sat, but it was good for now.
Focusing back on making her way through the densely packed corridor, she pushed through a pack of pale-skinned girls that had grouped obnoxiously in the center of the hall. One of the girls, a demonic looking chick with a single black horn protruding from her forehead and pure-black eyes, shouted an insult at Illianya that caused the group to break out cackling. Illianya grumbled in frustration, cursing her terrible route choice; in her daze she had ridden the current of the crowd, letting it carry her into the central corridor.
The UGC central corridor, or more commonly known as the CC, ran the entire length of the massive university complex. Starting from the Facility Hub, it was an un-broken loop that connected each department campus and living areas together.
The Commerce section of the loop was always obnoxiously busy; some idiot had had the smart idea of installing student lockers along the section. Rows of banged-up, metallic green digital-lockpad lockers went as far as the eye could see. Large, slanted, triple thick, insulated window panes let the cool ice-blue light bathe the building's interior. The Commerce department had also further complicated their section of the loop by extending the width of the passage, adding green-spaces that ran alongside the windows, with benches and seating arrangements.
A good place to hang and chill with friends during breaks, or to appreciate the scenic vista of the tundra hell-scape, as you leisurely stroll from department to department. Terrible for getting anywhere fast.
Illianya was trying to make her way through the remaining crowded space that wasn't taken up by the conveyor-walkway—although she would've liked to rest and let herself be carried to her destination, it was still faster to worm through the crowd. If she hadn't been in daze, she would've slipped off into a side-hall. Illianya preferred to pass through the upper-levels, cutting through the quiet administration areas and late-year lecture halls that weren't nearly as busy as the CC.
"Fuck, I forgot how horrible CC is. I can't even see past anyone's shoulders,"
she thought, cursing her stunted height. Illianya hopped up on her tiptoes, bouncing above the ocean of heads and attempted to get her bearings. Her heart sank as she realized she wasn't as far as she had thought-barely halfway. However, a beam of hope shone as she bounced up again. She spotted a sign for the washrooms, one that she knew exited into a relatively quieter corridor.
"I'm already late, might as well stop and refresh myself',
" Illianya thought. Mr. Stephenson's lecture was just under 3 hours long; she really didn't want Trevor's musk hanging off of her that entire time. The smell of densely pressed bodies in the corridor at least masked it, but she was pretty sure anyone sitting near her would catch a whiff of the post-sex aftermath.
Veering out of foot traffic and hugging the pale green lockers, she pulled into the nearest restroom, apologizing as she narrowly avoided slamming into a tall dark-skinned male that was just exiting`. Peeking in and around the L-bend of the washroom, she was relieved to see the stall-doors wide open and empty.
"Stroke of luck, must've just missed the pre-class crowd'
". She rushed to the farthest sink from the busy hallway. With a flick of her hand, she swiped her card against the dispenser and grabbed the paper towels that shot out. As she waved the tap on, she noticed the jostling of her hand subside and, shortly after, Trevor started to shift his weight between each leg uncomfortably.
"Hopefully by the time I'm done, Mr. Stephenson will have tired himself out yelling at Trevor,'
" she sighed as she dampened the towels. Unzipping her jacket Illianya pictured the situation. Mr. Stephenson's massive projected face spitting words laced with venom at Trevor.
A twinge of guilt at the thought made her pause. Suddenly, there was a loud bang and whir as the washroom door burst open, causing her to jump in surprise. Bumping the faucet off with her arm and grasping the towels in a clenched fist, she barreled into the privacy of a stall.
Illianya locked the pearl-white plasta-steel door behind her. Holding her breath, she listened to the muffled sounds of the new arrivals. A group of girls were gossiping just outside. The paranoia subsided as Illianya realized the girls were distracted in conversation.
Slowly, desperately trying to make as little noise as possible, she peeled the dress-shirt from her belly. Trevor's drying fluids were strikingly white against her supple, pale-brown skin.
"Well, guess I'll see if it's as good a moisturizer as April says it is,'
" Illianya giggled quietly.
Slowly wiping underneath the curves of her breasts and tracing the lines of her abs, Illianya delicately purged the contrasting flakes from her form. As she re-positioned her breasts to properly clean between the cleavage, a small white glob seeped out, slowly trailing down her ribs. A wave of heat.
Hand shaking, she snatched it with two fingers and caught the glob before it sank into her leggings. Eyeing her catch hungrily she unconsciously licked her lips.
She raised it to her mouth and savored his flavor, lapping up the cum with her tongue. Her eyes rolled upward, fluttering, and her knees buckled. Stretching an arm out, she braced herself against the wall of the stall, barely managing to stay upright.
