The boy's.

You practically drag him into the boy's bathroom, but you peek around inside to make certain it's vacant. It is. Kissing him passionately, you dance into the empty washroom and you moan out as he presses you against the wall with a loving strength. Him, in his swimming trunks, and you, in a skirt with nothing beneath it embrace. You can feel something harden below and the last bit of self-control disappears from your mind.

Through the kissing, you lead both of you into one of the stalls and shut the door. You can't wait anymore. You begin to remove your shirt, and he aids you with a definite willingness, and then your bra until your only clothing is a skirt. As he works down his trunks, you look hungrily at his full erection--springing forth.

You take hold of it and he groans, and you instinctively begin to stroke it between your fingers. But, much to your dismay, you have no patience at the moment for foreplay. You want it bad.

He thrusts you against the back wall and slides his manhood deep between your legs. The relief is immense, and your body surges with electrical pleasure. At first, your moan is incredibly loud, but then you're reminded of your location.

Quickly, you press your hand against your mouth, but your entire form urges you to moan again and again, but you both could be caught at any moment.

Strangely enough, that kind of makes it feel better.

Surprisingly, through your swimming mind through the euphoria caused by Troy's cock, you hear the door creak open.