Fate Forces Her Hand

Tanya sat and strained, frozen at the edge of paradise. On the one hand, literally, was her hot sex full of burning desire for pleasure. On the other hand, was an **** desire to behave like the respectable girl she thought herself to be and refrain from that carnal delight.

So intense was this conflict raging within her that Tanya didn't notice the soft tap of black flats on the bathroom floor rushing toward her stall. In fact, she didn't notice until the door, which she had failed to correctly lock in her haste, swung open and she was greeted by the mousey Megan.

In that instant, time seemed to barely crawl for Tanya.

She could feel the girl sweep her gaze over her exposed figure - from her long legs to her leaking, barely-concealed slit held in an intimate embrace, to her other hand clamped firmly on her breast through her light blue blouse - before the two locked their wide-eyed gazes.

Tanya released an excited, "OH!" The sudden surprise breaking her from her internal gridlock. Although, with her mind immediately distracted, her body had an opportunity for mischief before her fight or flight response kicked in. And in that split second, both hands gave an involuntary squeeze, transforming her cry of pure surprise to include just a hint of sensual satisfaction.

On the other side of the stall door, the nerdy Megan was startled herself by the unintentional incident. She had rushed the stall feeling sick, and now doubly so - knowing how dangerous it can be to cross a popular girl like Tanya.

She stumbled back in shock before zipping into the next stall, leaving the door, which was previously protecting Tanya's modesty, ajar.

This sudden shock was enough to jolt Tanya into action. She leapt up and pinned the door shut with her half clothed body, panting from the rush of adrenaline and shock.

Once the initial shock passed, she carefully dried her glistening upper thighs, adjusted her skirt and stepped out of the stall toward the mirror on shakey legs.

"Oh, what a sight," Tanya thought. "My hair is a mess, my clothes are disheveled, and I was totally teasing myself. It's impossible that nerd didn't know what I was doing! What is wrong with me?!"

In the midst of her thoughts, the lunch bell rang and Tanya remembered her promise to meet McKenzie.

"I better try to get presentable fast," she decided. Being seen at lunch looking like this just would not do! It would only invite trouble for her reputation. Trouble she couldn't afford with her chance at the coveted cheer captain spot so close.

Using some paper towels and the cosmetics in her bag, Tanya was able to look relatively decent. It wasn't the poised perfection she would usually project, but she would still make the average girl jealous and the average guy... Interested, to say the least. But to be honest, her slightly ruffled look along with the desire behind her eyes might just combine to increase the attention she could expect from the boys!

"Well, I guess this is the best I can do," she considered with a sigh of resignation. "I better go find McKenzie."

Her confidence shaken, and the ache of unsatisfied lust still strong in her loins, Tanya was not looking forward to this lunch, but she knew she couldn't disappoint her friend twice in the same day, so off she went to the cafeteria.

Upon entering the lunch room, Tanya could see McKenzie at their usual table amid the other popular girls.

Whitney and Judy, her two main rivals, were there as the image of the queen bee stereotype surrounded by their lackeys. Both wore the latest fashion to compliment their naturally good looks, tasteful makeup to enhance their features, and the signature smug look of superiority.

"Tanya! I heard you weren't feeling well," Whitney said with feigned concern. "I can tell just looking at you it must be true. But it's totes amazing that you're fighting through it to be here!"

"Right?! Such a trooper," Judy agreed, brushing aside a few of the voluminous blonde locks framing her face. "You couldn't drag me in here in that state."

Tanya knew she didn't look her best, but she couldn't show weakness.

"Pff. I'm fine, guys. It's nothing," she said before dissembling appreciation, "but I'm so glad to have such caring friends."

Not feeling quite focused enough to exchange jabs like she usually would, Tanya was content to shift the conversation onto neutral ground. For a while the girls discussed some upcoming plans, the latest gossip, and some new online trends, while Tanya wriggled uneasy in her seat.

Tanya managed to hold it together pretty well for a while, in spite of her unsatisfied lust. When the girls started talking about hot guys though, Tanya started really struggling.

"Did you guys see Bryce today?" One of Whitney's flunkies named Stacy asked the group. "He's got these new jeans and boy..." Her thoughts trailed off, but the girls followed just fine.

"I know right," another excitedly replied. "And I heard from this ho in my art class that he really knows how to use those strong hands," she was practically lost in daydreams now. "Imagine."

That's exactly what Tanya did! It was almost as if she couldn't help herself but to imagine tall, sexy Bryce running those big, strong hands all over her body. A shudder of excitement shook her frame despite her efforts at restraint.

"You look a little hot, Tanya," Judy said with a sly grin after an involuntary sigh escaped her rival's lips.

"I'm, er, I'm just not feeling well," Tanya protested while dabbing perspiration from her brow.

"It looks like you're feeling a little too good, if you ask me," sniped another girl which set the rest off giggling.

McKenzie jumped in to defend her friend. "Come on, guys. Knock it off. She's been sick all day." McKenzie then turned her attention to Tanya, "Maybe you should get checked out."

Tanya began to protest, but McKenzie would have none of it. She knew she needed to get her friend out of here fast. "Trust me here: go to Nurse Green's office and explain what's going on. I'm sure she'll be able to help."

"Ugh, fine," Tanya sighed, frustrated but resigned to agreeing if only to placate her friend. With that, she slipped off the seat and out of the room.

Secretly, she was grateful to be leaving, as she knew she was close to losing control of the desire that had been driving her wild since her slutty show to the tattoo studio.