Two naked students

The bathroom door creaked open with cinematic timing—just as Lauren Murray arched her back with a sharp gasp, her fingers tangled in Melissa Levy's light brown hair. Melissa's lips never stopped moving, her angular shoulder blades flexing beneath pale skin as she devoured Lauren with single-minded focus. The fluorescent lights caught every glistening detail—the sweat beading on Lauren's tanned thighs, the damp strands of dirty blonde hair clinging to her collarbones, the rhythmic clench of Melissa's jaw between Lauren's spread legs.

John's throat-clearing echoed off the porcelain tiles like a gunshot. Melissa's head jerked up—her lips slick and parted—just as Lauren's green eyes flew open. For a suspended heartbeat, the only sound was the steady drip of a leaky faucet and Lauren's stuttering breaths.

Lauren's tanned legs snapped together with a wet slap, nearly toppling her backward against the sink as she scrambled to cover herself with trembling hands—an impossible task given her curves were currently on full display. Melissa jerked upright so fast she almost slipped. Both girls wobbled precariously, their pupils blown wide with equal parts terror and the alcholic drinks they’d clearly consumed.

John **** his gaze upward—somewhere above Lauren's heaving cleavage and Melissa's flushed throat—to the cracked ceili. "This," he began, aiming for authoritative but landing somewhere between strained and strangled, "is completely unacceptable behavior." The words echoed in the tiled room, bouncing off porcelain sinks and metal stalls.

Lauren's fingers twitched against her bare thighs, her tanned skin flushing pink from collarbones to the tops of her breasts. Melissa's mouth opened—then closed—her lips still shiny with evidence. The scent of vodka and arousal hung thick between them.