A sassy brunette

You glance at the mirror's silvered surface, and soon lose yourself in checking out the smoking hot beauty reflected in it. Tresses of brown hair layer messily around your face, giving you an alluring yet not overly serious look, matching your enigmatic green eyes and their almost predatory air. After several run-ins with the school's disciplinarian, you went light on your make-up ritual for the day, with just enough foundation to bring out a bright glow to your face, and a layer of lipstick soft enough to masquerade as gloss, enhancing the pouty fullness of your "fuck me" lips. You bring both hands to your chests, lifting up your bouncy peaks, earning you an approving look from yourself in the mirror. That's right; you're still Jane Doe, renowned party girl at school - with a specialization in slumber parties, the kind with you and several boys under the blankets. For a good while, you've been enjoying a reputation of being one of the school's - if not THE school - biggest whores, changing boyfriends almost as often as you change clothes. Or the other way round, you forget. Now, though, it looks like all that might change... or not.

Standing a little further away from the sink, you give yourself a once-over as you turn around. Noting that your prize assets are still there - a pair of 32Ds and bubbly, bouncy backside - you smugly grin to yourself. It seems that at the very least, you haven't lost your drop-dead sexy looks. Now to inspect the new goods, you think, reaching a hand right in between and giving your new staff a firm grasp. A low moan rises from your throat, echoing satisfiedly through the toilet, and the thought of being caught by someone doesn't even cross your mind. Confidently you give yourself a couple more strokes to the same effect, enjoying the unfamiliar rush pumping through your body. Gods, if this was how boys felt all the time no wonder they always had sex on the brain.

You manage to stop after the third stroke, though if the situation were just a little more private you probably would try jacking yourself off for the first time. There's just one final test - dipping your fingers lower, you make the happy discovery that the dick has not taken over your groin completely; your pussy is still where it is in peaceful co-existence with its new roommate, and judging by the growing dampness near the rim of your lips, it's still in fully functioning order. You tease your front teeth on the edge of your lips, barely containing your urges. Sure, you'll probably need to replace all your tight-fitting jeans.

But by hook or by crook, you're going to take this thing on a test drive.