Morning thoughts.

Just because I wasn’t hit by more random mind-reading during breakfast, it didn’t mean I was ready to dismiss it as a one time thing. It got to the point where I got a little paranoid and was expecting it all the time. It got me worried looks from Isabelle and mom, but it didn’t happen again.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” mom asked me. “I can call the school and tell them you’re not feeling well today.”

A rare and tempting offer. Mom was the type to tell us to never miss school if we could help it. Isabelle and I had only ever skipped when we had undeniably high fever or something like that. As a result…

“No, I’m fine,” I told her. “Just… A light headache. It’ll wear off soon.”

“...Very well.”

A part of it was a matter of responsibility, but another was that there was a personal interest in going to school now. There were people I wanted to see.

Once at school, I waited in the classroom for the girls to arrive, headphones on as I sat on my chair. Even since we lost the old music room, there wasn’t a point to arriving too early.

Rest well, old friend. I miss you even to this day, years after my graduation. That new lab will never hold a candle to your glory.

Grace was the first to arrive after me. Smiling, she walked to me, took off my headphones and kissed me. It was probably meant to be a quick peck on the lips, but the electric shock we felt made us deepen it.

My tongue probed her lips, she opened her mouth and we made out in the empty classroom. A familiar, sweet kiss… yet spiced up with the danger of being caught.

“You want us to be seen?” Grace asked me, grinning as she pulled away.

“You started it,” I told her.

“I’m really starting to miss the old room…” She sighed and sat on my desk with her legs crossed.

“I thought you were supportive of it going away.”

“Wrong.” She said, tapping my nose. “I said you didn’t need it as a safety blanket anymore.”

{It was nice to have a place to get naughty. Though I wouldn’t mind letting him fuck me here, too.}

I blinked. It always comes when you least expect it, doesn’t it? It was just like with Isabelle, only less jarring, and it made sense. I’d been getting that feeling that sometimes I understood what the girls were thinking or how they felt about something. It was only occasional and super random, but it had happened before. This was more of the same, only more concrete.

Grace was feeling a little horny, and those feelings seeped into me. We didn’t get many chances to indulge, but we both had a thing for public sex. Not exactly exhibitionism, but having the freedom to do what we wanted, wherever we wanted. Of course we couldn't indulge in something like that.

However… It was still about 15 minutes before other students started arriving. Isabelle was at school, but she was in her classroom.

I stood up and held Grace’s hand. “Come with me.”

Eyebrows raised in curiosity, Grace did just as I asked.

The school was big, I’ve told you that much. As such, there are actually four restrooms on each floor: two for men and two for women, each set at opposite ends of each other. For good measure, we went to the restrooms furthest away from Isabelle’s classroom. Once there, though, the dumbest thing made me hesitate.

Women or Men’s restroom?

Already following my train of thought, Grace pulled me into the women’s restroom. “If we happen to get caught, we might at least get caught here.”

{Wouldn’t it be nice if other girls saw that huge dick?} I heard her think. I pushed that aside for the moment. Thinking that we were actually doing this was occupying most of my brain power.

We went in and locked ourselves inside a stall. The dam broke.

My hands went under her skirt and squeezed her plump butt. Grace wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a deep kiss immediately after. She raised a leg and got it around my waist, too.

The stalls had a very small gap between the floor and the door, but a gap nonetheless. We could be caught if someone came in, but the current time gave us a good safety margin.

“So bold! What got into you?” Grace asked me, grinning and nibbling my lower lip.

“You wanted it.”

She licked her lips. “You know me so well.”

We kissed again, fiercely, passionately. Grace unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and got my cock out while I snuck my hand inside her panties and began fondling her vulva. She let out soft, sexy moans, but…

“You need to be quiet,” I whispered.

“I can’t…” she gasped. “You make me feel too good.”

I sealed her lips with mine, and to her credit, she was trying, too. When my fingers went inside her, Grace took in a deep nasal breath to keep her voice from coming out. Her hand stroked my cock with an uneven rhythm, her mind too busy feeling my fingers pleasure her sweetspots.

“Mmm… Yes…!” She moaned even against my lips.

She was already incredibly wet. It never took much foreplay to get us ready, and while foreplay was all kinds of fun regardless, not needing much was useful at times like these.

“Put it inside, love,” Grace whispered. Her lust-filled eyes locked with mine. “Enjoy my pussy, too.”

{Fuck me, Oliver! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Give it to me deep! I love you, I love you, I love you!}

It was the first time I could feel her desires and feelings so clearly. It made me feel truly stupid. To think there were times when I doubted she felt for me the same things I felt for her.

I turned her around. She put her hands against the wall and raised her butt towards me. I held her close from behind and took my two fingers, covered in her own juices, to her mouth. Grace happily sucked on them, even as her body tensed from the pleasure of my dick going inside her. She was keeping quiet enough, but I could hear her screaming her pleasure in her mind.

I had to go slowly, too, or risk the sound of my hips meeting her butt echo in the restroom. The restrained back and forth movements made it feel different from usual, but it had its own charm. I could feel Grace’s walls gripping me even more, squeezing me, burning me.

The heat gathered on my loins and my dick throbbed harder. I was getting closer to my own climax. The first time of the day always comes sooner.

{Yes! He’s coming! Give it to me, love! Give it to me!]

Huh. She could tell. Well, better give the lady what she’s asking for.

Coming inside her was more than enough to lift Grace to her own orgasm. She couldn’t help it and let out short, cute whimpers as her hips spasmed.

She turned her head around, grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me into another kiss. “You…” she gasped, “are the best.”

The post-nut clarity began to settle, and I started to realize what we had just done. And you know what? I didn’t really regret it.

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