The latch was faulty

She was almost there. Almost, almost, almost...

The stall door swung open, the latch either broken or not quite closed all the way. Standing there was a pretty blonde with a pixie cut, her hand already on the button of her jeans, eyes wide at the naked, masturbating girl in front of her.

Taylor met the girl's eyes and came. It was too late, she was already over the edge. Her whole body shook, a torrent of her cum splashed into the toilet, and she couldn't get her hand to stop moving as she kept finger-fucking herself through the orgasm.

The other girl was the first to recover from her shock. She turned and ran, leaving Taylor naked, panting, with cum still dripping off her thighs and pussy, in an open bathroom stall. She sat there, frozen, for a few seconds longer before springing into action.

She jumped up and closed the stall door again, then frantically threw on her dress. She left the stall, hurriedly washing her hands with a face redder than she'd ever seen before. Her dress had a couple of wet spots on it from where she'd touched it with her cum-drenched hand. As she rushed out of the bathroom, her inner thighs felt slick with her cum, rubbing against each other with each step.

She felt so, so embarrassed. And worse, turned on. On auto-pilot, she returned to class, only to gather her things and leave again. She walked out of the building, through the quad, with no particular destination. Holy shit, she thought.