Abby decided she might as well go and start her homework in the library. With a sigh she began trudging down the hallway, when she felt the e need to go to the bathroom.
“Urgh, I really don’t wanna do this!” She moaned as she hooked a right down another corridor and headed to the nearest girls room. She stepped inside and entered a cubicle. She undid her skirt and pulled it down, along with her boxers. She was bout to turn to sit down when she realised, she didn’t need to sit now.
“Might as well “ she said with a shrug. She grabbed her penis and pointed it at the bowl, and released. She was amazed at how easy it was to go standing, and she was finished before she knew it.
“Well that was different” she mused as she bent down to pull her boxers up. Suddenly Tiffany’s words from earlier echoed in her mind.
Have you played with it?
She stared at the penis hanging between her legs, almost at eye level while she was bent over like this.
Do you want me to
The mental image of Tiffany cupping get balls flashed into Abby’s mind, reminding her of the feeling of her friends soft skin caressing her undercarriage. Suddenly her cock throbbed, causing it to twitch slightly. She shot back upright again in surprise as she tried to clear the image out her mind. Sure she had always wanted to be with Tiffany, but not like this. The closest she felt she could get was to emulate her friend, which had caused her to gain a similar reputation, even though she’d never been all the way with a guy. Tiffany’s sly grin floated into her mind, and all she could picture was her plump lips. Her cock throbbed again and she could feel if swell.
“Oh god” she whimpered as she pictured herself and Tiffany together, lips pressed against each other. She reached down and gave her swelling member a tentative squeeze, eliciting a soft moan from her lips as pleaser tingled through her abdomen. She used her free hand to close the seat on the toilet and sat down, shivering as the cold plastic touched her bare backside. She began picturing Tiffany kissing her neck, then moving down to her nipple. She began to stroke her cock slowly, shivering again, but this time with pleasure as a warm feeling spread through her.
“Mmm” she moaned softly, “that actually feels good” she added as she picked up the pace. Her imagination moved to Tiffany sinking to her knees, and placing her hands delicately on her hips. In her mind she still had her pussy, and Tiffany was face to face with it. She could almost feel her breath on her lower lips. She pulled her shirt up and began folding her breasts as her hand moved faster. Pumping her cock with vigour now, she pictured her best friend licking her down below. Suddenly a huge shudder shot through her body, and her cock pulsed strongly. She grunted loudly as she felt a hot sensation shoot from the tip of her new head, and a gooey liquid splattered her bare stomach.
“Oh shit!” She gasped as she snapped her eyes open and looked down. There it was, a large blob of cum trickling down her belly. Her dick twitched a few times as another stream began to dribble out. She quickly let go of her cock before it reached her hand, and lunged for some toilet paper. She did her best to wipe up the goo, and hurriedly disposed of the soiled paper down the toilet. Even though she had mopped up most of it, she was still left feeling sticky. She quickly bent down and pulled her boxers over her softening shaft, followed by her skirt. She had just finished buttoning it up when the bell rang for the end of school.
“Dammit!” She muttered, hoping for a bit more time to maybe use the sink to wipe herself down. She pulled on the bottom of her shirt, still feeling the need to hide what she’d just done. She grabbed her bag from the floor and headed out into the hallway, avoiding eye contact with anyone as she made her way out the building and towards the teachers parking lot. She sat on the low wall bordering the lot and waited. She tried to cross one leg over the other, but was unable to without squashing her now untucked equipment. Instead she had to sit with her legs spread, and use her hands to push down her skirt.
“Hey sweetie!” Her dad called as he arrived shortly after she sat down, “how was your day?”
“Don’t want to talk about it” she grumbled as she got back to her feet, “can we just go home please” she added shouldering her bag.
“Sure thing. Is everything ok?” He replied as they walked to the car.
“No it’s not” she sighed, “I just want to get home, have a shower, go to bed and forget this day happened” she snapped, storming ahead and leaving a confused Landon behind.
