After shaking off their yonus, wiping the hole midway up the shaft, and inspecting the toilet to ensure they hadn't made a mess, (lest they incur the wrath of the mystery girl from earlier), Jeane zipped up their pants and tentatively peeked through the crack in the stall door. Confident there was no-one around to witness their breach of social standards, Jeane crept out of the washroom and back to their room.
Now safely back in their room, Jeane took a moment to compose themself. As they sat down, they felt a familiar squelch in their nether regions.
"I didn't realize I was that turned on!" thought Jeane, "I really need to find a solution to this washroom conundrum before it becomes a problem."
Jeane unzipped their pants and pulled their underwear aside, they dipped a finger between the fold of their yonus and shivered slightly from the sensation. They then turned to their computer and, in a well rehearsed series of searches, Jeane found their yonus stiffening as they browsed their favourite amateur porn site.
Not satisfied with just the action from their hands, Jeane pulled open a drawer and removed a hairbrush from inside. the intricately textured handle of the brush had served them many times before, they stuffed the end of the brush between the folds of their yonus and began stroking the shaft of their unique genitalia. Jeane began rocking in their desk-chair as they grew nearer and nearer to an orgasm, their hole clenched tightly around the end of the brush, trying desperately to milk some non-existing fluid from its tip.
However, before they could achieve the release they'd been working towards, Jeane was interrupted by a sudden knock at the door.
"Oh shit!" muttered Jeane under their breath.
Jeane got up from their chair, pants down, hairbrush still lodged tightly in their yonus, and hobbled over to the door, where they saw Darren and Tricia waiting patiently outside. Jeane opened the door a crack and peeked out.
"Heya!" said Tricia, "Darren and I were thinking of going out to drink tonight, and we were wondering if you'd like to tag along."
Jeane, hoping the duo wouldn't notice they had been in the middle of a masturbation session, did their best to act nonchalant.
"Sure thing!" said Jeane, "Umm, when exactly did you want to head out?"
"In about an hour, we can meet at the front door."
"Okay, yeah, sure." said Jeane, desperate to extract themself from the situation and finish their masturbation session "I'll see you later then."
"Bya!" Said Tricia. Darren gave a silent nod as the two turned to head down the hall.
Jeane shut the door and slumped back against it, stroking their yonus as they did so. It was no sooner that Jeane reached the peak of a massive orgasm. Their knees trembled, eyes rolled back, and their yonus spluttered fluids as they came. They slid down the door, landing bottom-first on the floor with a thud, a squelch, and the sound of a hairbrush hitting the floor.
As Jeane relapsed from their orgasm, they pondered the interaction they had just had. Jeane suddenly realized they had been stroking themselves the whole time! Jeane turned red with embarrassment, despite being in the complete privacy of their bedroom. They hoped desperately that Tricia and Darren hadn't caught on to what they were doing.
