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Chapter 9 by Fiftyfiftyfifty Fiftyfiftyfifty

Do you?

Yes.

Anything to get away from your friends right now. You quickly accept, and she retreats her hand back to her own lap. Maybe she wasn't so mean after all. Maybe at least she would do this thing away from other people's eyes... You stand up after her, and wobble in a way that's embarrassing on its own towards the girl's bathroom, following behind your devious friend.

You both walk inside. The fast food restaurant itself was almost empty, but this room is completely vacant.

That's when she thrusts you against the wall and stares seductively into your eyes. She asks if you want to finally feel relief, and you almost beg her for it. You've never wanted it so badly. She takes hold of your skirt-covered ass and pulls you into her pair of denim short-shorts. You thought she would just finish you off, but instead she plunges her tongue against your own, kissing you passionately. Your bodies press together, hot and bothered, and her hands begin to caress your breasts through your white t-shirt.

You continue to worry that someone's going to walk in, but it feels too amazing. Her hands touch all parts of your body, and you can't help but explore hers a little too. You can see her perked nipples through her pink tank top, and you tease them gently between your fingers. It feels so great that you almost forget you're making out with your closest girl friend in a public restroom.

Did she always want this? She bites your lip, and her hands brush against your underwear in the most tantalizing manner. Then she takes your head, and begins to push it down kind of aggressively. Still panting you maneuver yourself down and unzip the front of her shorts, revealing the thing pair of pink panties inside. She's definitely wet, but you're soaking at this point, just wanting to finish her to she'll finally give you the same.

"Just do what you want to be done to you," she says softly. "What you want Troy to do to you."

You feel flustered at the suggestion, but you slide you lower her underwear and slide your tongue between her legs, causing her to moan out loudly enough for you to panic that someone could be listening. She squeezes her fingers against the tile wall as you lick past her clitoris as best as you can. She thrusts her hips forwards with each lick, encouraging you to continue.

"Yes... Yes~!" She bites her lip and tilts her head backwards. The more you please her with your mouth, the quicker her movements are and the faster she pants, begging for more.

Now what?

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