[ff] (True story) The time I fucked a girl in the high school bathroom [public]

Helloooo ladies and gentlemen ;)

Author background — I’m a 19 y/o lesbian girl who writes stories about my real sexual experiences, and some fiction.

For imaginative purposes, here’s a basic description of me. I’m 5’6″, pale, I have dyed blue hair, I’m relatively busty, and my body is shaped pretty well. I’m not really skinny or fat, but tbh it depends on the day and/or my self control @ the time.

This story is of the time I, as the title says, fucked a girl in the high school bathroom. I’m a girl, so I use the word “fuck” a bit generously here. If you’ve seen my first story (which you totally should), you might know that I mentioned I had previous experiences. This is one of them.

I was a senior in high school when it happened. She wasn’t my girlfriend at the time, more of a way to “explore”. After talking for a while as friends, she basically told me that she always thought she was straight, but she was a bit “bi-curious” at the time. This discussion took place during lunch. She was actually the one that talked me into the whole thing. I was a pretty straight-edge girl, education-wise at least. I followed (most) of the rules. Her idea wasn’t anything specific. Go in the bathroom and fool around. She hadn’t done it before either, but she was a lot more courageous about it than I.

After lunch, we went to one of the nicer bathrooms, which also happened to be one in an area with very little traffic. When it came to choosing where we were least likely to be caught, I began to realize how sexy the idea was. The thrill of possibly being caught alone was enough to make me wet.

We snuck out of lunch early, in order to avoid being seen sneaking off into the restroom. It was a very nice restroom. The tiling was a beautiful grey color, the sinks were motion-activated, etc. The stalls had lots of room. There were a few that were double the size of the others, for one reason or another, so we chose one of those. We didn’t see anybody. We quickly snuck into the stall. I said, “so how do we do this?”. I really had no idea what to do from there.

Keep in mind the fact that, at this point in my life, I hadn’t had any sexual experiences. Guys knew that I was a lesbian, very few girls were, and it didn’t help that I was shy. I met her by luck.

We stood there for a minute, just giggling about the idea. I took that time to admire her. Her complexion was similar to my own, pale and cute. Her hair was brown. She had beautiful jade eyes. She had the body of a cheerleader, which she just so happened to be. That made me all the more nervous, and all the more excited. A cheerleader wanted to fuck me? Wow. Hot.

I was still unsure what we were to do. We had 50 minutes to do whatever we wanted. At school. In the bathroom (ps if you never have tried school bathroom sex, try it NOW). She took the initiative, walking closer to me, pulling off my croptop. It was pretty slutty, which might’ve turned her on to me. It was basically a crop top that looked like a bra. She pulled it up above my head, revealing my bra. I had seen girls naked before, duh. I’d been seen naked before, occasionally, duh. But it was never in this context. There was never any intent behind it. It was just a bunch of nude bodies, showering, changing, whatever we were doing. It was different here.

I took the “thumbs-up”, doing the same for her. She wore a cute school pride sweatshirt, which I promptly removed, stripping her to a tight t-shirt, which was also promptly removed.

As to maintain a set of turns, she moved closer to me, unclasped my bra, throwing it into our carefully not-very-well hidden pile of clothing. I wanted her to touch them, feel them, play with them etc., but I also wanted to do the same for her. I removed her cute lace bra, revealing some mighty fine boobies. Hers were a bit larger than mine, yet still proportional to her body. Her nipples were slightly larger than my own, her areolas probably an inch or so in width. Her nipples were perky and firm already, as were mine.

She quickly pressed, well, more so slammed me into the wall of the bathroom stall. In this position, it was about 110% obvious that two people were in there, doing something to one another, and the noise was a great way to make sure people found that out. Nonetheless, pressing me against the wall, she began to play with my breasts, showing a sort of young curiosity for them. She tossed them around with her hands, cupped them, and pinched them. She then moved her face in to them, slowly rimming her tongue around my nipple. Have you ever had a nipplegasm? Ohhhhhhhmagosssh. She licked one of my breasts, maintaining her hand’s movement on my other. With her hand, she experimented with various parts of my breast. She rubbed my nipples, pinched them, squeezed them, pressed them, and even slapped it around at one point. That. Was. So. Hot.

As I went to return the favor, she moved her lips up, parallel to mine. We made out in the sort of way you might see in an ASMR video. She fondled my breasts while I held her head to mine. We were nearly chest-to-chest. The noises of our lips contacting, our tongues playing, and our moans of pleasure were nearly on par with the feeling of her soft, squishy lips on mine.

My pussy, a little late to the party, started gushing by this point. Don’t get me wrong, I’d masturbated plenty up until that point. I knew what it felt like. Never like this, though. Masturbation would never even come close to this. In that moment of ecstasy, I wanted to take off my pants and let her devour my cunt. I wanted to do unspeakable things to her body. We continued on, making out, until we chose to move on.

Someone had come in. We heard the footsteps. If you were in this bathroom, chances were that you were skipping, or you were up to no good. It had a bit of a reputation as the fuck/make out place. Somebody skipping class who was familiar with the area had most likely seen or heard it going on before, but I didn’t think of that during my moment of panic. She smiled as she heard it, while I attempted to pull back.

She grabbed me by the waist, giving me that “we’re about to do something really bad” look, and resumed kissing me, as noisily as possible. What if it was a teacher? What if it was a white-knight student? We didn’t give a fuck. Our lips and tongues smacked on, emitting noises loud enough to be heard from the entrance of the bathroom. The turn on now was the fact that somebody was hearing this. A girl. Some girl, no idea who, heard it all happen. I’ve always had a voyeurism fetish, and it was definitely seeming as though she did.

Once that was concluded, she gave me a lip-biting, naughty look. She proceeded to grab my waist, spinning me around, so that she was now against the stall’s wall, and I was facing the tiled wall. She quickly slid her hand into my panties. Woah. I’d hardly had a kiss with a girl before. We went directly from making out to hand-in-my-underwear.

I relaxed against her. She began using her middle 3 fingers to rub my clit. I let out a quivering moan, which was greeted by her other hand over my mouth. She held it there as she teased my pussy, which was understandable. Making out was one thing. Sex was another. Whoever had heard us making out was not guaranteed to maintain the no-snitching mentality they’d held thus far.

She slowly worked her middle finger into my cunt. I was very tight. I’d hardly introduced anything into my pussy. Eventually able to enter me, the finger found its way to my g-spot pretty quickly. Of course, ten times the pleasure is ten times the noise. Imagine trying to stop a dam from leaking by holding your hand over it. That was her. I could not prevent myself from moaning, groaning, and gasping. It was that hot.

Soon after, I took command of her. I would not allow her to make me feel literally every good feeling in the world while giving her nothing. I spun myself around, facing her. I lowered myself to the level of her breasts, giving her a similar treatment. As I licked, they became glossy and wet from my saliva, and they shone against the lights. I continued pleasuring her nipples, not bothering to cover her mouth. She let out cries similar to my own, albeit more drawn out than frequent. Mine were more “ah-ahhh-ahhh-ah-ah-ah”, while hers were more of a sexy, romantic “aaahhhhh-ohhhh-ohhh-ohh-ohhhh”.

By this time, I imagined that she was dripping in lady juices. I most definitely was. I wasn’t able to verify that until a little while later, however. Still against the wall, she removed my leggings and panties. I was ass-naked, with a lesbian girl, in a school bathroom, with someone nearby. Panick began to rise over my pleasure as I stood there. I stepped out of them, to which end she threw them into our pile. She then proceeded to turn me around, so that I was facing the stall’s wall.

She spoke the first word that we’d spoken since we’d began, save for a few dirty talking mumbles. “Stick it out a little bit”, she requested. I kneeled down a bit, sticking my ass out to her, hands against the stall’s wall. She began running her hands over me. My ass, my legs, my waists. She was on her knees. Requiring no further direction, she pulled my buttcheeks apart. I hardly had time to process the move. The nudity thus far had acclimated me to it, but this was my asshole. The next time a girl saw my asshole (besides her) after that is the one which I wrote about in my other story, in which I was equally nervous about the situation. This was the first time, however.
I began to truly appreciate the situation. My mind shifted me from being a nervous girl to a naughty slut. That helped to acclimate me to what was going on.

As I kneeled, she began to lick me. She liked the flesh of my asscheeks, not quite on my butthole, but close. The wet warmth of a tongue on your flesh is one incredible thing. It’s nothing compared to having your butthole licked, FYI.

She slowly worked in, almost as a spiral. She finally reached my asshole. Using the entire width of her tongue, she embraced every square inch of the hole. She greedily licked every inch, slowly and thoroughly, and did so for a few minutes, which is a very long time in that situation. Not that it was a bad thing. We’d given up stealth at that point. I let a line of dirty talk slip, something along the lines of “lick my little asshole”, and it was most definitely loud enough for the person in the bathroom to hear.

As she speared her wet tongue into my butt, she began fingering my pussy once more. Each time her fingers entered, she made a signature “queefing” sound. I, as someone who will often get off to ASMR videos of that noise alone, could not get enough of it. Her hand became drenched in my lady juices as she licked my ass. As she moved deeper inside of me, the pleasure became more immense. It was almost a sort of tickling.
By the time we moved on, her tongue was fully immersed in my butthole, two of their fingers finding their way into my noisy pussy. She even made me squirt. Only once, and not much, but enough that it made a small puddle on the floor. I didn’t think I was physically capable of squirting! She liked it quite a bit. Encouraged by it, she vigorously began slamming my pussy, wet farting noises emitting every time she reentered my cunt. I decided to return the favor. I commanded her, via gestures and a couple words, to kneel on the toilet. That way, she was bent over, yet parallel to me in a very easily accessible way.

As she assumed this position, I was granted an incredible view of her orifices. Her pussy, unlike mine, was not completely shaven and waxed. Thin, flat hairs ran around it, which I went out of my way to run my hand through. Her asshole, a small, tight member, was completely shaved and waxed clean. Nice and tasty, ready for me ;) haha. As I began working my way inside her cunt, I lent her mouth a few of my fingers. She liberally salivated on them, proving that saliva is indeed a GREAT lubricant. I slowly rubbed the pad of my finger on her little hole, hastily inserting it into her. She let out a sort of mix between a scream and moan, one loud enough to be heard from outside the bathroom!

A very easily disgusted person at the time, I was fine fingering her asshole, but was very off-set by her fart. She only did it once. It was loud, and it didn’t smell too great, but we laughed it off and I continued in her asshole. It was moments like that that really brought the humanity back into the situation. I liked that. Turning around, having a seat on the toilet, she quickly snatched the finger that had been in her ass moments ago, and began sucking on it. She sucked on it like you might suck a guy about to cum, not a finger! I was a little grossed out by this, too, awkwardly holding my hand. I got over it, though.

Without saying a word, she laid down on the ground, smiling at me in a “I know, get over it” sort of way. I took the prompt, laying down on her body, my crotch in her face, head in her crotch. This began the “69ing”. She’d ate my ass, which felt incredible, and having my pussy ate was very, very different. I could not decisively say that it was better, nor that it was worse. It was a completely different feeling. It wasn’t quite as naughty, either, but that was cancelled out by the fact that we were a. on the bathroom floor b. clearly visible, naked, to anyone peeking under the stalls c. literally eating each other’s cunts at school. I just can’t get over that!!

As we feasted away, her pussy began to gush fluids. To be honest, I didn’t know what it was made of, but I wanted it. So, as her pussy gushed fluids, I let them come into my mouth, swallowing them moments later.

We finally concluded with her sitting on my face, which was BY FAR one of the hottest things I’d done, even that I could still do. I ate out her asshole, stealing her technique, as I was completely unfamiliar with any other back in that time. It tasted and smelled pretty great, contrary to what I imagined. Of course, it smelled like her butthole, because it was a butthole, but I found the scent and taste attractive. Don’t judge ;).

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That’s my story! I hoped you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed 69ing in a bathroom stall haha. If you have any questions/comments/concerns about the story, please comment. I’ll answer any/all. Also, let me know what you thought was hot! I’m not going to add/remove anything, since this is the entire story, and it wouldn’t be as fun with something missing, but I’d love to know everyone’s thoughts. Thanks again for reading! P.s. I’m looking to start another fictional series, and I’m taking ideas. I won’t draw straws, but if I like the idea, I’ll definitely give it a try. I’m down for almost anything — hit me up! xoxoxo

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