-If this is your first time reading Chelsea's Last Day, I would suggest starting at Ch. 1-
As Chelsea walked into school next to her brother, she noticed every boy's eyes scanning up and down her body. She couldn't help but get turned on as she walked, with every step she could feel her cum-covered pussy dripping down her inner thighs. Without any panties, she knew there was nothing to stop the cum from running all the way down her legs, and coupled with her juices, she knew that anyone with any brains would know that she had just got done cumming herself. She left her brother on the first floor and as she walked up the stairs to her locker on the second floor she could her the whispers of two boys behind her. They had noticed the streams of cum and cunt juice running down her legs, which led them to look straight up her skirt to her sopping pussy and the bottoms of her firm ass cheeks. She didn't care what they saw. In fact, if they pulled their cocks out right now she would suck them both dry, letting them cum on her face and not wipe it off the rest of the day. This was her last day at the prestigious, over-18, college-prep Catholic school and she didn't have a care in the world. All she wanted was to make the men in this school remember her forever. As she got to the top of the steps, she dropped a pencil and leaned over to pick it up, she could feel the cum dribble out of her pussy as she squeezed her legs together on the way down. The boys gasped and quickly walked around her. Chelsea laughed inside as she realized what these preppy Catholic boys had in store for them today.
"Good morning Miss Chelsea," came a stern, masculine voice. Chelsea stood up to see professor Smith standing in front of her. She gave a cute smile and a small curtsy, getting low enough so she knew professor Smith had a perfect view down her shirt, with any luck, he could see through that sheer bra of hers and see how hard her nipples had become. Professor Smith always had this affect on her. From the first day she had class with him, she knew how badly she wanted him, and today was the day to go big or go home. Professor Smith had Chelsea for first period Geometry and they had a test today.
"Are you ready for the big test," asked the professor.
"Oh of course I am, nothing is too big for me..." Chelsea said seductively, and at the same time pulling her shirt down and letting go, making her tits almost visible to the professor. She could tell he had lost focus from her comment and her almost exposed tits, but he gathered himself.
"Ahem, sounds good, I'll see you in class," and with that he quickly stepped down the stairs to hide the fact his cock was hardening by the second.
"Umm, professor?" Chelsea coyly asked as he reached the bottom of the steps. "I have some homework you need," and as she said this she turned around and bent over to open her schoolbag. She could feel her skirt as it rose up above her ass cheeks. The feeling of exposing herself to her professor was dangerous but exciting. She could feel her cunt getting wetter as the professor walked back up the stairs to meet her. As he began stepping she crouched down into a squatting position so that her ass cheeks were pulled tight and her entire asshole was exposed. She could feel Ronny's cum from the bus this morning mix with her own juices and run down her crack. The professor's gaze was locked on the view he had in front of him. He knew it was wrong, but a student whom he thought was one of the prettiest in the class, not to mention the best body in school, was practically naked in front of him and he couldn't turn away. As he got closer, he noticed a stream of juice running down her crack, it pooled up around her asshole and a drop of it fell onto the linoleum floor. He felt his cock twitch as Chelsea stood up slowly and turned around to hand him her homework.