AN: This chapter jump provides me the opportunity to avoid writing about some things, and maintain continuity, without having to worry about explaining it.
Clara was still very horny. Her pussy was oozing her juices. She had had a quick shower, must against her wishes. Every time the stream of water came in contact with her pussy, it would send tingles of pleasure up her spine. She had been sorely tempted to rub herself to orgasm as she wiped herself down after bathing. The feel of the cloth on her tits and clit had only increased her horny-ness. She still wanted, no craved cock. At this rate she would fuck the olg geezer across the hall. Gad knows he couldn't keep his eyes off her.
The Doctor set up the protocols which would explain to Clara what was happening. He just hoped that he did nothing regrettable. No, he prayed.
Clara heard the familiar whoosh-whoosh of the TARDIS. " No. No. Nononono. No.",she thought, as she rushed to hide in her bedroom, locking the door. She stood with her back to the doar, not noticing that her towel wrapped around her tight body had come lose. As she stared with fear at the police box materializing in front of her, a weird thought crossed her mind. "I wonder how big he is?", she thought to herself. The moment the TARDIS was done, the Doctor rushed out. He grabbed Clara, failing to notice her flustered state. he pulled her directed her into the TARDIS. "Stay in there, Protocol 47 will kick in. Just don't come out until you understand its true depth, and whatever I start to do, Don't. Stop. Me.",he said. Clara didn't listen to a word. The doctor had shoved her in such a way, that a towel had come off. As she thought about catching it, it fell, as though in slow motion. It slowly unwrapped itself catching the Doctor's attention, as the cloth began to slip through his fingers. It fell, but got caught on the rock hard nipples that topped her pert, young breasts. Gravity took over, and the towel fell, Her breasts bounced slightly, but her heaving made it appear all the more erotic.
The Doctor's eyes followed every move. It suddenly took over his brain. All he could think was of how sexy Clara looked, how enticing. It consumed him. His mind was filled with thoughts of ravishing her, as he stared at her hard nubs. Too late, he realized, that he had unknowingly tasked himself. It struck him as he hit the bed, eyes closing. He was consumed with the thoughts of her perfect curves How she was an enigma wrapped around a dilemma and squeezed into those skirts that were just one size too small, yet perfect.
HE was going to have his way with Clara, one way or the other.
And wouldn't remember a thing.
Dun Dun DUN ... Sorry, I just love build-ups.
Sorry about the bad grammar too.