Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... some paper towels while I remained sitting on the floor. Throat sore, out of breath, well-used. A slut. God, what a good feeling. Thanks to the fact Greg was, well, Greg, I wasn’t even catching feelings. I really could just be a free-use slut with no problems. Now if only Whittleton wasn’t a big weirdo.

After we got cleaned up, Greg left first, heading back to class. I waited a minute or two before leaving myself, still touching my chin as I walked back to class. It was clean and dry, but I loved the idea of still having a mess on myself as I walked to class. If the world was perfect, I totally could have, but alas.

Once I was back, so was Mr. Whittleton, although he didn’t look at me. That suited me just fine; if the dude wanted to be a creep, he needed to be ready to be called out. I sat back next to Greg, who was working diligently and didn’t even acknowledge me. What a turn-on. I really was just a toy to him.

Drew walked up next to me and coughed to get my attention. I turned around to face him. “Sup?” I asked.

“Hey, mind if I talk to you real quick?” he asked. I shrugged, and the two of us quickly made our way into the hallway.

“What’s going on?” I inquired casually.

“So, uh, I dunno where you were, but you were out of the classroom when Whittleton got back, and that kind of made him nervous,” Drew began, playing with his hands. “Because of what just happened, he doesn’t want to talk to you in person about it, but…”

I rolled my eyes. Now the dude ...

... was making his students talk to me for him. Hello? Weird much? Wasn’t he supposed to be an adult?

“Greg was out of the classroom too, you know,” I pointed out.

Drew nod-shrugged. “Uh, sure, but Whittleton probably felt he can talk to Greg, and plus, you

did

leave class without telling him where you were going. So he asked me if I wouldn’t mind making sure I know where you’re going if you ever leave the classroom at this point. Is that okay?”

I gave him a weird look. “Um, okay… what does that mean? Like, do I have to report to you every time I have to go to the bathroom, or are you coming in there with me?” I laughed, but down below, I had a different reaction. Was this an opportunity in disguise…?

Drew shrugged. “I dunno. Whittleton was kinda vague about it.”

“You mean kinda immature about it,” I cut in. “Whatever, fine. If I leave the class, come with me to make sure I’m alright.”

“Uh, I think he only meant I check in with you…” he trailed off.

“Drew,” I told him, grabbing him on the shoulder. He looked at my hand. Admittedly, I didn’t touch people much, so this was kind of new ground for him. “If he wanted me to just check in, he would have told you to tell me to check in with

him

when I leave. But he asked for you. Plus, you get to walk around, right? It’s not like I’m out of class all the time.”

Drew frowned. “I don’t think that’s what he meant, but alright. We’ll do it your way.” He smiled and shook his head. “So bossy.”

“Hey, if he’s ...