HOLLY'S LIFE CHANGES FOREVER

As was her normal practice, as soon as her lesson finished, Holly made her way quickly to the female toilets. She was a little disappointed to see all the stall doors were open, indicating no-one was in the toilets but she knew it would not be long before girls started to enter. Choosing the middle stall, she entered, locked the door, raised her skirt, lowered her black lace panties and sat down on the toilet, her hand subconsciously moving to gently rub her clit. Her breathing quickened as she waited impatiently for what she knew would follow.

Holly was 18 years old and knew the boys at the college found her attractive, which was hardly surprising with her long auburn hair, pretty features and a figure most girls would die for. But she had no interest in them and their crude comments and whistling. She had known for a long time now that she was a lesbian. Not that she had much, if any experience. She was too shy to chase other girls and those other girls who were lesbian and might have been attracted to her shied away assuming that Holly enjoyed the attention she got from the boys.

So her sexual experience was largely confined to solitary masturbation with her head full of fantasies, alone in her bed.

Over the last few months, those fantasies had become more and involved her being dominated and humiliated by other girls. These exciting but forbidden fantasies started when she was sat on the toilet at college some months ago and overheard a girl enter an adjacent stall and start to pee. Without knowing why, Holly found the sound of the pee splashing down into the toilet very sexually arousing and, subconsciously, her hand rubbed and probed her pussy furiously until she screamed out in pleasure as she orgasmed more violently than she had ever cum before. The girl in the next stall very obviously overheard her and called out that she was perverted and a dirty slut, amongst other lurid verbal . For reasons she was totally at a loss to explain, the humiliation heaped upon her by this unknown girl only served to heighten Holly's sexual excitement and pleasure.

And from that day on, her fantasies and even her life had changed. Memories of her humiliation fuelled her night time masturbation and her time between classes at college were filled with visits to the female toilets, masturbating as she heard girls, and occasional female teachers, come and go, splashing their pee and occasionally more than pee, into the toilet as Holly rubbed her engorged clit.

And so it was that on this day, she was sat on the toilet, her hand idly stroking her pussy as she waited for someone to enter. Part of her was hoping that whoever came in would hear her and verbally her whilst the naturally shy part of her brain hoped against hope that she would not be heard as she masturbated.

Her mind played through scenarios of what might happen which made her pulse race and her breathing quicken. She rubbed between her wet pussy lips a little quicker – and then it happened!

The outer door of the restroom opened and the familiar clicking of stiletto heels crossing the tiled floor made Holly clutch her pussy tight as her thighs clamped together. The unknown person entered the next stall to Holly and within seconds the familiar sound of her pee gushing into the toilet made Holly rub her clit hard as the fingers of her other hand pulled and twisted her swollen nipples beneath her blouse and lacy bra.

Without being aware of it, she was moaning loudly as her body tensed as her orgasm built deep within her.

And then it happened!