“Wait, I’m not finished!” She certainly didn't feel finished but after the knock, she forced herself to stop fondling her crotch. Now slightly more scared than aroused she listened for the response.
“It’s Mrs. Veronica” said her school principal. “Why aren't you in class?”
“Oh fuck,” Jen thought as she started to pull back on her cloths.
“I... I’m not feeling well,” She replied.
“Why, what’s wrong?” Mrs. Veronica asked.
“I threw up...” She lied.
Her principal said,” Alright, clean yourself up. I’ll wait out here.”
She grabbed a handful of toilet paper and wiped up the puddle of milk on the floor. Next she wiped off the still sensitive nipple on her bulging pussy breast, then made sure to wipe excess sweat and juices from her opening and lips.
She grabbed the boys underwear from her backpack. Her nipple was still dripping as she pulled them on. She replaced her skirt then pulled over her shirt, now very aware of her empty chest.
She flushed down the milky toilet paper and opened the door.
Apparently Mrs. Veronica believed her story, likely due to the frazzled hair and sweat. “How many times did you throw up?” She asked.
Jen, still feeling horny and a little out of breath, replied: “...Five.”
Truthfully, that was about how many times she had orgasmed during the last hour and a half.
Seizing an opportunity, she said, “That’s a really nice shirt Mrs. Veronica.”
Mrs. Veronica rolled her eyes and said, “I already believe you, just go to the nurses office.”
No change...
“Damn, Jen thought,” as she walked away. Feeling her enormous crotch breast swaying back and forth...