No, I'm okay

"No, I'm okay; I just have to go now."

You run off and into the first washroom; once inside you duck into a stall. The last thing you need is a telltale stain on your gown so you slip it upwards and off, hanging it on the hook inside the stall door. As you hang it the door swings open partway; great, the latch is busted.

You end up sitting on the toilet with one leg holding the door shut, fishing inside your vagina with two fingers. It takes precious time to pin down the thing, a little bigger than a chewable vitamin pill and slippery with your juices. By the time you pin it against your inside and start nudging it out you're on the verge of coming.

When it's just inside your lips the orgasm strikes. The device drops out and lands in the toilet with a tiny plop, but you're too busy moaning.

"Are you...? oh..."

The stall door has come open again and Simon Brown, sometime bed-buddy of Olivia, is standing there staring.

You scream.

"What are you doing in the girl's bathroom, Simon?"

"I'm not; you're in the boys'."

You hear someone opening the main washroom door.