Filling the gap

The sport’s hall was a good choice, with summer in full swing now the vast majority of PE lessons took place out on the fields and basketball courts. The main locker rooms were over the other side of the building too, leaving this small set of bathrooms the quietest in the school right now. Nonetheless, Stacy crept into the large open room tentatively. She’d be hard pressed to come up with a reason why she’d come all the way out here rather than using one of the closer options, more false embarrassment over her feigned condition perhaps?

There was no-one in sight, but a new problem arose as she approached her goal… Which bathroom specifically? She hadn’t actually specified to Mark. The budding pervert didn’t take long to decide. This was a whole new and dirty adventure… She wanted to see what the inside of the boy’s room looked like. She listened carefully at the door before sidling in. To be honest wasn’t half as bad as her female classmates imagined it to be. A few impossible to remove scrawls of graffiti. The strange and definitely unhygienic seeming metal trough that served as a urinal along one wall. The (relatively) innocent schoolgirl tried to imagine being a boy and just flopping your fleshy THING out over that; shoulder to shoulder with all your peers, both friends and enemies. It struck her as nigh impossible to do, at her current level of horniness she simply couldn’t work out how you’d avoid getting an erection. In fact even within her own daydream she instead suddenly found herself imagining being that trough: gazing up at a parade of those classmates she generally despised, as each one unzipped another slab over meat over her. She shuddered at the feel of her own heart beating faster, Mark better get here soon… She slipped into the nearest cubicle to wait, just in case someone else walked in.

It wasn’t too long before she heard a hissing whisper: “Stace! Are you there?!” … Subtle...

“Yes! In the cubicle, come quick!”

Mark appeared, drawing open the door while mumbling something about going into the girl’s room first. He stopped immediately upon seeing her.

Stacy had spent her time preparing the vision he’d just walked into. Carefully setting down the toilet seat, she’d hiked up her skirt to sit splayed upon it. Her blouse was completely open, but still held at the top by a loosely knotted tie, which dangled down between her unfurled breasts. Her hair was loose and her panties were around only one thigh, the perfect wet-dream picture of a naughty schoolgirl looking for trouble.

Mark’s mouth flapped open into a wide ‘O’, words completely failing him as the image before him overrode all other thoughts. Stacy bathed in that goggling appraisal, delighting in the way she could stun him into silence using only a look. She wasn’t about to give him time to start babbling rubbish again either. The girl burst forward and pulled him to her by the fly of his pants, pulling the cubicle door to slam shut behind. In a matter of seconds she had his meat in her hands, gazing up at him as she pumped it up into the form she required. In a few more she had him inside her, pushing her back against the cold metal cistern. Their shared breaths began panting as they kissed and fell apart, the functionally unpleasant nature of their surroundings only increasing the sordid joy of it. They were fucking. In school. At the very moment they should be sat, bored stiff among faded textbooks and dosing classmates. None of their teachers or peers could possibly suspect a thing, and yet they could be discovered at any moment. It all added up to a dirty-wet, hot and throbbing thrill. Stacy felt her friend’s unprotected flesh and unfiltered lust bury into her, time and again, time and again. It echoed through her right to the bone. THIS was what she had wanted. No. This was what she had NEEDED.