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A sick thought comes to mind, and it finally stops my movements.
I couldn't… could I?
I swallow down a whimper, my fingers walking up my thigh and slipping beneath my skirt. I'm drenched, and I close my eyes when I feel a small puddle on the seat beneath me. I brush my fingers through my slit, and nearly jolt from my desk. My boots hook around the metal legs, planting myself down while my fingers press into my folds.
I move slowly, glancing around to make sure no one notices me. It would take nothing, only a fast glance in my direction to notice my fingers plunged beneath my skirt and the slow rocking of my arm.
The thought brings a shiver over my body.
Fucking hell, this feels amazing.
I haven't been this wet… well,ever. And I'm wondering if it's from doing it in public, or from Malik's dirty fingers beneath my skirt.
I lick my lips. I can still taste his finger and my juices on my tongue.
I stick a finger inside and bite my lip when a moan tries to work its way from my throat. I bring my fingers up to my bud, feeling a slight thump coming from it. It's swollen, needy, and so close to coming undone.
My mouth falls open, and a shaky breath leaves my mouth.
I can’t take it.
My hand leaves my folds, and I stand up suddenly, the desk slightly squeaking on the floor from my movements. Sister Mabel looks over at me, and I open my mouth, not sure what I need, but it's something, and I need itnow.
"Can I use the restroom?"
She frowns at me, severe disapproval in her eyes. She points to the wooden bathroom sign, the same one I used yesterday that led me to The Room of Atonement. I walk to the door, keeping my legs closed because every step makes me feel like my juices are about to drip down my legs.
I pull the door open, slipping into the empty hallway and making my way to the bathroom. I walk quickly and quietly, wanting to get the deed done and go back to class, no distractions this time. No smoking, no Malik, nothing.
I just… I feel pent-up, about to explode, and I don't know how much longer I can take without unraveling.
My shoulder pushes on the bathroom door, and I walk inside, my nose scrunching at the smell of public bathroom as I head into the first stall on the left. I can't even lock the door; I just kick it closed and set my boot up on the toilet seat. Yanking my skirt over my waist, my naked, dripping folds come into view. They’re swollen and needy as they beg for release.
I finally give in, placing my pointer and middle finger against my clit, rubbing hard. Rubbing fast. My other hand snakes behind my thigh and into my folds. I dip a finger inside, instantly hearing the wetness against my fingers.
"Oh, shit," I groan, my voice loud, bouncing off each wall in the bathroom. I tilt my head back, my eyes burning with tears the feeling is so intense. The old, faded, white tiled ceilings make me feel dirty. Closing my eyes, I let the feelings overtake me. Overwhelm me. I've never felt this way.Ever.
My back leans up against the wall of the dark gray stall, and I whimper, feeling myself climb to the top. Every plunge of my finger pushes me further toward the edge.Almost there.
The bathroom door swings open, and I want to open my mouth and scream at the top of my lungs. But I don't. I leave my fingers where they are, controlling my breathing and making sure the stall door stays closed.
Boom.
The door kicks open, and there stands Malik, a wicked look on his face that screams mayhem.
"What have we got here? I expected to walk into another cigarette escapade, but fingers in your cunt? Now that, I didn't expect."
I scowl at him, not moving from my position, no matter how awkward it feels. He had his fingers in here less than an hour ago. He's seen me in the shower. He knows what's beneath the clothes.
"Why the fuck are you even in here? Are you stalking me? How do you keep knowing when I'm going to the bathroom?"
He presses his hands along the frame of the stall, keeping me trapped. "I know everything that happens in this school. In this town, for that matter. Nothing goes unnoticed to me."
I nod my head toward the door. "That's lovely. Get the fuck out."
He cocks his head to the side, pondering his answer. "I will. Once you come."
I shake my head viciously from side to side. He wants me to get myself off with his creepy ass watching me?No thanks."No, not with you in here. Leave,now, so I can finish this shit and go back to class."
