Bathroom...now.

Beth replayed the incident over and over. So hot... {if Shame < 50
}So fucking hot. {elseif Shame < 70
}So wrong... {else
}But so STUPID!!! {endif
} She slipped her hand under her waistband and beneath her panties. Her fingers came back soaked with sticky fluids. Her clit throbbed with need. She looked at the bathroom door, and practically ran to it.

Beth found herself squatting with her knees spread wide, skirt hiked, panties pushed to one side, as she desperately rubbed and fingered herself. She let out soft, uncontrolled moans of pleasure.
{if Shame < 70
}"Oh...Billy...fuck me you stud...." {else
}Oh Billy... it's ok... just take me... {endif
}Beth pulled open her blouse enough to get her free hand inside her bra and pinch her left nipple. "Ah! {if Shame < 70
}That's right, {if Kinky = 1
}sir. Punish me for seducing you..." {elseif Tatas = 1
}, baby. I love your hands on my big tits." {elseif Head Game = 1
}" Beth stuck out her tongue, letting her spit drip from it as she moaned, "I want to suck that big cock, baby." {else
}baby, of course you can fuck my ass...." {endif
}{else
}She tried to stop the filthiest of her thoughts from pushing their way forward. And failed. {if Kinky = 1
}Be a man, Billy. A man takes what he wants. Take me...sir... {elseif Tatas = 1
}I bet you want to slide that big cock in between these big boobs, don't you? {elseif Head Game = 1
} Beth's mouth lolled open, and her eyes started to roll back as she imagined deepthroating what she had felt beneath Billy's pants. She switched hands on her pussy, jamming her soaked fingers into her mouth and down her throat. {else
}Fuuuuck....me...Billy.... She could almost feel his thighs slapping against her big ass, his cock going deep inside.{endif
}{endif
}
The lewdness, and the transgression of it all, worked exceedingly quickly on her body, and a quivering orgasm wracked her in no time.
"Ahhn! Unhn! Ahhn!" She whimpered and moaned, biting her lip hard to avoid screaming. Her feet gave out and she sat hard on the tile floor, shaking with the aftermath of her deed. {if Shame < 70
}Jesus. Fucking. Christ. That was hot. {else
}I'm so fucked up. What am I doing?! I need to get home... {endif
}
Beth washed her hands and straightened her clothes before exiting the bathroom... and coming face to face with Principal Schiff.
"Miss Wilson." His tone of voice was infuriatingly flat, as always. The two of them hung there, suspended in a silent moment that seemed to stretch forever. {if Shame < 70
}Fuck... did he hear me? She thought about the things she was saying. Is...is he looking around the bathroom... for someone else?{else
}He can't possibly know what I was doing.... I wasn't that loud... was I? {endif
}
Finally, Principal Schiff held up the clipboard. "Mr. Preston was in attendance, I presume, based on your entry here?"
"Y-yes. Yes, sir."
"Any trouble?" In a rare moment, a new and different tone had entered Mr. Schiff's voice. Hopeful. The bastard is hoping there was trouble so he can expel Billy. Asshole.
"None at all, Mr. Schiff. In fact, Billy was a model detainee."
The principal's expression betrayed nothing. "Very good. Thank you for filling in, Miss Wilson. Enjoy your weekend." His mouth curved ever so slightly in what was probably a smile for him. After he was gone, Beth shuddered.
"Go home. Now."

~~
When Beth got to her car, she noticed a folded slip of paper wedged under her windshield. She slipped it out hesitantly, and opened it.

562-803-1001
Billy

{if Shame < 50
}Oh boy.
{else
}Oh, god. What have I started?
{endif
}