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“You kinda gotta leave the house to get to the dining hall and your classes—”
“My classes?”
“Leave the house wearing that or leave,” Syn says.
I hope this is a replica of his dick. Because when I do leave—and that’s not today—it won’t be before I slap this around the side of his face hard enough to leave a mark.
This is nothing.
The worst someone is going to see is a flash of red panties, but this fucked up little punishment of Gemini’s is probably going to result in him having a raging hard-on in class, while Syn is relying on me being mortified or ashamed.
I won’t be either.
I don’t even try to go to the bedroom or a bathroom to put this on.
With the cock, the underwear is a little awkward to put on, and it’s only as I start to line the tip up with my entrance that I slow.
I’m not sure how far Gemini thought this through, because if he thinks I’m turned on and wet, he’s really misjudged the situation. He’s also not provided me with any lube. Asking for some might get him to provide it, but my gut—and the smug look on his face—says the more likely outcome is Syn forcing it inside me.
Biting the inside of my cheek as I stare Syn dead in the eyes, I push the cock in me. The process isn’t something I’d choose to repeat, but overall, I feel more discomfort than pain.
It’s only when the full length is inside me that I discover there’s something else in the panties. I’m not about to take them off now to find out what it is, exactly, but there’s something solid pressing against me, just below my clit.
I readjust the waistband, so the small box sits comfortably at my hip, and then I straighten my skirt, pretending that my pussy isn’t contracting around this object, and I’m not trying to work out how I feel.
“That went in rather easily,” Syn says.
“Of course it did. Gemini said it was modeled on your dick, and I’ve had tampons bigger than that.”
Right now, I know I’m hanging on by my nails to stay here, but the shade of red his face goes—not too dissimilar to the color of the cock inside me—is worth it.
“Let’s get this over with.” I grab my coat and shoes from the closet and then put them on before I walk straight out the door.
Before I get to last step off the porch, I know this isn’t going to be easy. Even though the panties are clearly helping keep the cock in place, every step makes it feel like it’s going to inch out, and that makes me want to clench my legs together.
As I start walking towards the dining hall, Gemini catches up to me, linking his arm through mine. “Today, you get to ride in the golf cart,” he tells me, steering me towards the side of the house.
Royal takes the driver’s seat as Syn sits beside him, refusing to look at me.
I get in the back beside Gemini, and instantly, I have to bite my lip to stop the gasp that tries to escape me. Sitting only pushes the cock deeper, but also changes the angle. And the extra bit of solid something, is now firmly pressed against my clit.
The paths that twist across the campus and between the buildings, are made of stone, not concrete. After spending a week dragging a cart ladened with food back and forth, I know they’re bumpy enough to make the plates and dishes rattle, but I feel every bump deep inside me.
Despite its initial protests, my body is quickly getting used to the object, and while I certainly wasn’t feeling turned on earlier, the short journey seems to kick start things.
By the time we arrive, the dining hall is busy, and naturally, as Syn, Royal, and Gemini walk in, every set of eyes is on them, like they’re celebrities. Then, when the other students see me walk in behind them, the attention shifts to me.
Walking to the table, I can feel the heat in my cheeks. I have to tell myself that everyone will think my blushing is coming from the cold morning air to the warmth of the dining hall. Unless Gemini’s sent a message out to everyone this morning, no one will even be able to tell that I’m trying not to get turned on just from walking across the room.
The thought of this being put on blast is dismissed almost as soon as I think of it. Gemini will get more kicks out of people not knowing, and him hoping I spontaneously come in front of everyone. Unfortunately for him, it’s going to take a lot more than this to get an orgasm out of me.
We walk up to the table. Even though it’s only ever the three of them that sit there, there are six seats down one side. The table is wide enough for another six people to sit opposite, but instead, the table is located at the edge of a small, raised area.
None of them seem upset that the tablecloth and runner is already present, along with settings for three people. Gemini points to the seat he usually takes. “Hang your coat on that, then let’s get breakfast.”
Despite the cold weather, I’m the only one wearing a coat. I do as Gemini tells me, but as none of them sit, neither do I. Breakfast and lunch are self-service. There’s a wide selection of food choices, and it’s possible to have some items made to order, but it’s only the evening meal when service is provided.
Unless you’re Synclair Keyingham.
