Cumvenient, right? (Excessive cum, futa story)

They days of January passed in a blink for Robbe and school was already upon him. Yet, he couldn't but accept it was always interesting to see the newcomers. New girls, new boys and new teachers .

Soon enough, he was at his classroom.

"Looks like everything's as plain as usual. Can't see interesting prospects either".

Late enough, the class started as Sir Arthur Kiblin raised his voice: "who can tell me what's the maim, most basic, universally accepted ctegorical imperative, according to Kant? Hint: some even call it the answer to everything"

Simple enough, said Robbe:"The desire to live. Every living being on Earth is driven by their desire to either live or keep its DNA/species away from extinction"

A strong yet feminine tone replied "42".

Arthur felt joy in his heart, but conflict in his mind. "Yes and yes, you both are correct, but Robbe's answer is the most fitting here, since we're talking about Kant and not Hitchhiker".

I certainly didn't expect that. Oh right, sorry, I'm Robbe, taking lead in the narration of my life, as it should be. For now, while I repair the 4th wall, the story will continue.

I looked over to the source of that feminine voice, only to find a new girl in class. She's not too short, she's not too tall; maybe shorter than taller, definitely slim but well-cared skin that reminded me of asian drawings and models, even when she was clearly occidental. I kept my gaze on her, suspicious of her presence. It wasn't very common for me to have someone to look for hours till the day was over, not stalker-like, but more artistic.

This girl definitely had something different, other than knowing 'Hitchhiker's guide to the Galaxy' of course. Something about her hair, something about her eyes, something about that bump in her pants... Wait what

"So do I get a point, teacher?"

"You get an amazement view for knowing that book at your age, but the score goes to Robbe"

I wasn't going to stay stunned for long.

"Hello. I can see you're new in our class. I'm Robbe, what about you?"

"Uh hi. I'm Julie Moore. Elementary my dear classmate, I'm new."

Arthur raised hands and smiled, clearly showing he was happy to see a need student in class.

"It is a pleasure to have you in my class, miss Julie. You may know your classmates now, for they will be alongside you throughout this semester. I can see you've picked on Robbe, curious indeed, since you may have more friends in class right now than him"

I laughed. I didn't really care at this point, and the teacher knew that well (enough to take liberties and make jokes like that), but he wasn't lying either.

"We could hang out after class so I can show you the way".

"You don't know the way, neither do I. Let's go together and see what we can find".

RIIIIIIIIIIIING

Class was over, and to be frank, my peak interest in months was reached the moment I realized I was going to go out with a girl. I'm no horny freak, nor complete stranger to social interaction, but it wasn't my cup of tea, more like my toilet bowl, cuz that was what my social life was, shit.

We stood up and went to the door. While leaving, I gazed to her crotch again to see if the bump was still there. Safe to say, it was there, and it might have actually grown a little. It was no camel toe, no clothing hidden under the skirt, no gun for what I could tell, and can't imagine a Willy of that size, even if you (somehow) were to fold it... And twist it, and coiled it around something, you would not get that ever.

"So Julie. What made you come here? Where were you before?"

"Might wanna talk about that later, right now I'm hungry and thirsty. Where's the cafeteria?"

We went there, almost silent. Thank God she didn't want to talk; I couldn't take my eyes out of that "bubble" beneath her clothing.

"And here we are. While food and drink aren't the best here, you can certainly get some good combinations for a reduced student price".

"Uh? Oh sure, right. I just want to have a milkshake or something. Do they use cardboard cups?"

"...I believe? You can always check the Starbucks store at the left".

"And what may I serve you today, folks?"

A sappy wild Miss Bertha appeared. What should we ask for?

"I'll have a number 5".

"For me, just a milkshake of whatever please. As long as the material of it is recyclable".

"Amusing. Are you eco-friendly or something?"

"Yeah you can say that again. I'm not something, but ecologically touched. I know what we're doing to this world and want to reduce my impact to it as much as possible. Not like that other guy over there".

Little Steam, the fat guy, requested her traditional snack.

"I'll have two number 9, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45, one with cheese, and a large soda, okay?"

After somewhere around 3 and 4 minutes pa

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