Kendra tries to throw her off.

Kendra throws on her top and skirt in a flash, then slides out the stall door, looking as demure as she can.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Levine. I had a little emergency. Early surprise this month..." she coolly lies.

"Well, it's better early than late." Never misses the chance to harp on the abstinence-only sex ed, this lady. What a shame. As Kendra brushes down her skirt, though, something seems to catch Mrs. Levine's attention. She sniffs at the air, and you realize with dread that when your slutty acquaintance sped through the door, a wave of fuck fumes wafted out the door behind her. A reeking gust of sweat and human hormones is wafting through the bathroom.

"Hang on, now. You think I don't know that smell?" Mrs. Levine chuckles, "I was young once, too, you know." You realize with sudden fear that she's about to open the door, revealing you in the altogether. You scramble for your briefs, but it's too late. Mrs. Levine's curvy silhouette towers over you, glasses glinting, and she cocks her head down to examine you.

"Young, dumb, and full of cum. Isn't that right, Mr. Doe?"