Knocking off his headphones and looking around for a tissue to clean himself and the twice-stained plush carpet, Samuel realised there wasn’t any. Usually he went to the bathroom and snuck a few sheets into his bedroom, but tonight he had been to eager to start touching himself and didn’t want to wait for Stacey to be finished in the bathroom.
‘It’s not like I can go out and get some now either.’ He sighed. ‘The sound of me walking across the landing to get just some toilet paper from the bathroom would be way too obvious.’
With no alternative option, he wiped what cum there was on his hand onto his lower abdomen. It already had dried stains from earlier in the evening but it meant he could touch things with his hands without staining anything else.
He looked down at the carpet. Fresh cum sat on top streaks of dried cum. ‘Fuck. That’s definitely going to stain.’ He worried. But there was nothing he could think to do get rid of his latest deposit, not at this time of night. So he walked over to his bed and climbed in, exhausted from a tiring but oddly unforgettable day of university.
***
Golden rays of sunlight beaming in through his bedroom window woke Samuel up before his alarm. It was still well after 9am, and he didn’t need to be up for another hour, but it felt nice to be woken up naturally as opposed to the disturbing ring of his phone. The warmth of the rays felt comforting on his face.
His first university seminar didn’t start until midday, so he had plenty of time to ingratiate himself into the day. Stacey would already be at work by now so he could enjoy his breakfast in front of the TV (something she would never let her son do). ‘And I won’t have to answer any awkward questions about last night.’ He thought to himself, relieved that whatever may or may not have been heard through his bedroom walls, did not have to be confronted until this evening.
After he finished his breakfast, tidied away his plate and had a shower he threw on a fresh pair of jeans, white T-shirt and black jacket. He set off to the train station a few hours before he needed to: he had to pick up some books and wanted to take the opportunity he missed yesterday to explore the campus.
Stepping off the train and into the university campus, he made his way over to the nearby bookstore. Both it and the campus was brimming with young adults. ‘I’m bound to make at least a few friends here!’ He happily thought to himself. ‘There’s so many different sort of people here…not like it was at school.’
After strolling around for an hour to explore, he headed to class, keen to get there early and make a good first impression for his professor. ‘Today’s the first day of the rest of my life! Samuel Smith: Consultant Accountant, First Class Honours.’
***
He was 10 minutes early to class and was expecting to be the first one there, but as he walked through the door he was surprised to see Georgia sat on her own at the front of the room. The professor had yet to arrive and there were only a handful of students sat inside towards the back of room. ‘This is my opportunity to talk to her!’ He said to himself, exited at the prospect of making a girl friend.
Samuel thought Georgia looked fabulous; like a model. Something really had changed in her from when she was a school girl. Like yesterday, her make-up was applied to the high-heavens. Women may have found it trashy, but to Samuel, it reminded Samuel of his favourite porn starts; so naturally he loved it. She was also showing quite a bit of skin: certainly more than a maths seminar warranted. But she didn’t seem to care.
She was wearing a low-hung white cotton jumper which sat across her chest, leaving her breasts and everything below covered, but her neck and both shoulders completely exposed. Tight black form-fitting jeans clung to her legs, but had large holes cut out at her thighs and knees to expose her tanned skin. ‘She looks really hot. Like a sort-of sexy librarian.’ He thought as he made his way over to the seat besides her.
He was sure that this was a great idea. ‘She knows me from school. She’ll probably recognise me when I sit down. I could ask her what she got up to over the summer.’ He pondered. ‘I’m pretty sure we live in the same village…maybe that’s something we could chat about?’
He was starting to get pretty nervous by the time he was pulling the chair next to her out from underneath the desk. He hadn’t noticed that Georgia had already seen him coming and rolled her eyes when she could tell he was going to sit next to her.
She was still in a foul mood from some prick stealing her panties yesterday and didn’t want to chat to anyone. If she was going to have a conversation with anyone, it would the CEO of a modelling agency about signing her up on a lifetime contract. At the very least it would be sexy hunk; not some random boy.
Trying to act casual, Samuel took out his notepad and pen from his backpack and ignored how dry his mouth was. After what happened yesterday, he didn’t bother bringing a coffee to class.
“Hello.” He said, tapping her on the shoulder.
She sighed, slowly turned to face him, then let out a passionless “Hello.”
“So you’re studying mathematics too?”
She made an exaggerated motion of looking around the room, then replying dryly: “Duh. I am sat in maths class, aren’t I?”
Samuel felt embarrassed. It wasn’t going to plan – it never did when he talked to pretty girls. ‘Obviously she’s pissed off. To be fair, I did ask her a pretty stupid question.’ He quickly thought to himself. ‘Can’t blame her, I suppose. There weren’t a whole lot of ways she could have responded to that one.’
He knew he needed to try a different line of conversation and get her talking about something she was interested in. After a brief moment thinking about it, her told her: “I like your outfit!”
“Oh yeah?” She replied, quick as a flash. “Want to borrow it?”
Her cold response hit him like a train. Maybe it was because of what happened with the women’s underwear yesterday, but he suddenly felt very self-conscious and very nervous. His stomach started to knot. “What? No! Look…listen. My name’s Samuel. I think you may recognise me. We went to the same sch…
She’d been looking out the window, but turned to face him when she cut him off mid-sentence.
“Look, no offence…but I don’t care. I don’t care about any of this.” She waved to the four walls of the classroom. “I’m not interested in knowing your name or giving you mine. And I’m not interested in having your number. Or giving you mine, for that matter. So just leave it. Understand?”
Her words hit him like a train. Clearly she was in a dreadful mood and had been waiting for a moment to unload on someone. Unfortunately for Samuel, that someone was him. But she wasn’t finished yet.
“In fact…I would appreciate it if you left me alone and went and sat somewhere else.”
He was speechless. He didn’t say a word back to her, he just watched the words fly out of her pretty mouth. Once she’d finished, he just packed up his things and moved across to the opposite side of the classroom.