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Chapter 12 by Fiftyfiftyfifty Fiftyfiftyfifty

What now?

Use a stall.*

There's no way you can go out there. Not like this. Someone blowing on your pussy right now would cause you to erupt, and it's absolute agony. You let Alison leave, and then immediately scurry into a stall. She can't stop you... What if you genuinely need to go? You drop your bottoms and sit down, but the stall beside you still is occupied. You wait and wait. The temptation to begin now nearly drives you to tears. Never in your life have you been this horny.

Finally, the older woman finishes and departs, leaving you completely alone. You need to finish quickly now.

Sliding two fingers down your stomach and over your lips causes your hips to buck and your body to shudder. Alison really did work on you, leaving you in such a sensitive state. But if someone were to come in now, you would be caught in the act. There's no way you can keep silent in the completely soundless bathroom. The two fingers enter, and you barely need to play with your clit to already be seconds away from an orgasm.

With one hand over your mouth, you try desperately to muffle the sounds of pure ecstasy trying to escape. You raise up from the seat, flailing your hips as your fingers do their work, and in almost no time at all, it all comes out. Your eyes widen and roll back as all of the pent up pressure is released, and you feel your insides pulse and throb. You moan loud, into your palm, but loud nonetheless. Finally, you lay back motionless as you catch your breath. Finally. It's done.

You take another moment to regain your composure and pull up your bottoms. You wash your hands, though as you start to move more, you start to feel the rubbing of the panties again. You may have scratched the itch, but now you're more sensitive than before. Is this thing going to make you climax again already? You shiver. You can't think of that now. It's time to face your friends.

As you open the door, you jump. Almost immediately on the other side are Troy, Roger, and Alison all standing together. The boys look concerned, but Alison looks devious.

"We heard some noises, so we thought we would check on you," she says with a smile.

"Yeah. You all right?" Troy asks.

How do you respond?

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