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Teenage Hormones

“WHY IS IT SOFT… NOW!?” Brooke asks in a shout, filled with frustrated confusion.

After Brooke said the two of you needed to go right after the announcement of who won the match, she immediately pulled you to the lobby of the arena in a hurry. You thought she wanted to leave early in order to avoid the crowd from noticing your erection or her flushed look from orgasming, but Brooke had other plans.

She dragged you by the wrist to the nearest Women’s restroom instead, and pushed you into one of the stalls where she made you sit down on the toilet, before unbuttoning your jeans and unzipping your pants to reveal your now less erect penis.

“Brooke…” You calmly say, before placing a hand on her cheek to snap her out of her manic state. “Do you really want our first time to be here?” You ask her. Brooke’s eyes immediately soften, with her scrunched in eyebrows relaxing, as she snaps out of whatever lust filled trance she was on.

Once Brooke straightens up after she gets a hold of herself, you pull your boxers over your cock again, before standing up to button and zip your pants.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” Brooke apologizes. You return the gesture she gave you earlier and take her hand in yours, before rubbing the back of it with your thumb to comfort her.

“I am aware of the effect I have on women.” You jokingly reply to Brooke, who takes her other hand to playfully punch you in the chest.

“You know I get enough of that ‘love language’ from Courtney, right?” Brooke asks you sarcastically, her embarrassment a lot more noticeable in her tone now.

“I do… and I do know what came over you.” You assure her. “I can only assume what you’re feeling right now is some kind of unnatural horniness because of the app, and that’s the sole reason we’re inside a public restroom.” You tell her.

“I wouldn’t say the app is the only reason.” Brooke replies.

“Really? You’ve dragged a date to a bathroom stall before just because he hugged you for close to an hour?” You ask her

“No.” Brooke quickly answers. “To be fair though, I’ve never had a date that had his dick squeezed between my thighs, and rubbing against my pussy for close to an hour either.” Brooke points out.

Good point.

“You can relax, Brooke. In any other circumstance I would be extremely willing to do this. Shit~, I’m having a hard time not just going along with this now…” You continue, before pausing to let out a chuckle at your own admission. “... but I promised you I’ll make our first time special, and that’s what I plan to do.” You tell her, and she gives you an appreciative smile in return. She then places a hand on your cheek, similar to what you’re doing to her now.

“My first time with you will always be special… because it’s with you.” Brooke replies with a sincere tone. You give her an appreciative smile at first, but you crack right after she does when she can’t hold in her laughter much longer, and you laugh along at how cheesy her line was.

“I was just trying out your love language.” Brooke teases you.

“Oh~. Touché.” You concede, knowing of your own cheesiness.

“Anyway, um… thanks for snapping me out of it. I really couldn’t hold myself back for a—” Brooke starts apologizing again, before she gets unceremoniously cut off by a horrific sound coming from the next stall.

*GGRRRBFFFFTT* *Plop* *plop-plop-plop-plop*

The sound of the most explosive diarrhea begins to emanate from the stall next to yours.

“Oh, God!” Brooke reacts in utter horror, before scrunching her nose to the smell that’s now permeating towards your stall.

“I’m really sorry you guys. I couldn’t hold it back anymore.” The woman from the other stall apologizes. “I didn’t want to… UGGGGH…” The woman continues before having to grunt out another disgusting amount of diarrhea based on the noises you hear.

*PRRRRRRTTTFFFTTT* *Plop* *plop-plop-plop*

...

*Plop*

“... Ruin your fun.” The woman finally adds while you and Brooke have your mouths open, not only because of shock, but also because if you dared breathe through your noses you’d probably puke. Without saying a word, Brooke grabs your wrist to drag you out the same way she dragged you in.

“Don’t eat their nachos! I think the cheese has gone bad!” You hear the woman shout her advice as you exit the Women’s room. Unfortunately, just as you exit, you bump into an older woman who’s about to enter it. The bump causes you to break away from Brooke’s grip on your wrist, making you pause right in front of the door.

“I’m so—” You’re about to apologize, but your apology gets drowned out by the woman’s reaction.

“AAAAAH! PERVERT!” The older woman screams.

“Wait, wait, wait! I’m not a—” You try to explain to the older woman, but Brooke grabs you by the hand this time, and pulls you away from the older woman.

“SECURITY! SECURITY! THERE’S A PERVERT!” The older woman continues to shout, and you finally stop resisting Brooke’s pull and start running with her in panic; not wanting to get reprimanded by the arena’s security. You and Brooke run through the lobby hand-in-hand, rushing towards the exit of the arena.

You both finally make it to the parking lot and quickly locate your car. With the adrenaline from having to run in panic still flowing, you hurriedly press the unlock on your car’s key fob so that you and Brooke don’t have to pause to enter your car. You both try to hurriedly put on your seatbelts, with yours not cooperating and getting stuck as you try to pull it in panic, while Brooke gets hers to buckle with no problem.

It seems that watching you struggle with your seatbelt finally cracks Brooke’s panicked state, and she starts laughing at you for being unable to put your seatbelt on. You finally take a pause from hurriedly trying to put it on, as you watch Brooke come to literal tears with how funny she finds your inability to properly buckle it in a panic.

Now that you’ve calmed yourself down after being laughed at, you pull your seatbelt more smoothly this time, and buckle it without any more problems. Brooke wipes the tears from the side of her eyes as she tries to control her laughter next to you. Hearing Brooke wheeze from trying to control her laughter finally gets you to break and let out a chuckle as well.

“It’s not that funny.” You tell Brooke, but still chuckling too.

“No~. It’s not just the seatbelt. It’s… everything.” Brooke tries to explain. “Diarrhea lady. Karen. Running away from security…” Brooke starts listing the sequence of events that, admittedly, seem straight out of a early 2000s teen movie.

“Me almost becoming a registered sex offender?” You chime in jokingly, getting Brooke to laugh once more, and you laugh along with her. “I’m glad the idea of me possibly going to jail is funny to you.” You add on.

“I am imagining it. Yeah. Better not touch anyone in jail though, or you’ll be everyone’s favorite girl in prison.” Brooke, without missing a step, rides your joke.

“I just bought a trait that keeps my asshole clean too… so…” You add, and it gets Brooke to laugh even harder now. Meanwhile, you try to shake off the mental image immediately after implying it.

“What does that say about me that after one date with me and you’re already imagining being prison ****?” Brooke jokes back. You try not to read into it, but the joke reminds you of her struggles with her self-worth that you can’t help but hold her hand to reassure her.

“I’d like to point out that you’re the one who imagined the prison **** first, so it’s actually me that should be asking you if I’m the bad date.” You tell her jokingly, while still rubbing the back of her hand with your thumb.

“You are.” Brooke matter-of-factly answers you. “Spaces out in the middle of our date. Got extremely clingy. Had the audacity to turn this down when I was already asking for it… the list goes on.” Brooke lists, gesturing to her body when she referred to ‘this’. Thankfully, Brooke still has a smile on her face, so you know she’s not being serious.

“Making you cum has to count for something though, right?” You ask her with a smug smile at first, trying to match her teasing energy, but you crack and chuckle right after; unable to keep the serious smug look on for more than a second.

“It did, but then you blue-balled me right after so it actually makes you a worse date.” Brooke claps back with a chuckle.

“I’m going to make it up to you then.” You tell her confidently.

“Yeah?” Brooke asks you, her eyebrow raised in curiosity, having peaked her interest.

“How?”