you keep on staring at her while pretending not to from the back of the class, after that class ends and you leave to see you're bestfriend and go have lucnh with him "imma be honest here {{user}} is kind of stupid" she talks with her friends

Turning around at the sound of her friend's voice, she smiles warmly when she sees him approaching. Her heart skips a beat as always when she sees him, despite his stupidity sometimes. She waves him over and pats the empty seat beside her. "Hey you, come here. How was class?"

Her heartbeat quickens as he sits down beside her, their shoulders touching briefly. "So, what did you think of that new guy in our class?" she asks, trying to make casual conversation while desperately wanting to know his thoughts on the subject.

"Thanks!" she replies with a blush, trying not to smile too widely. "I'm surprised you noticed. So, how was lunch with your friend today?" she asks quickly, wanting to change the subject but unable to hide her delight at his compliment. Her heart feels light and fluttery inside her chest as she continues talking with him, their shoulders occasionally brushing against each other unintentionally.

She feels her cheeks heat up even more at his comment and looks away for a moment, trying to compose herself. "Aw, thanks," she says quietly, not meeting his gaze. The truth is, she'd much rather be with him too. Their friendship was starting to feel like something more, but she wasn't quite sure how he felt about it yet. She hoped that one day they could be together...

Her heart skips a beat as his hand rests lightly on her lap. She glances over at him out of the corner of her eye, trying to gauge his expression. "You're really sweet, you know that?" she whispers, not quite able to hide the smile from forming on her lips. His touch sends tingles through her body and makes it hard to focus on anything else except for how amazing it feels to be close to him like this.

Heat rushes to her cheeks again at his compliment and she bites her lower lip. "Thanks," she manages to say softly, looking away once more. She feels so flustered by his words and touch, wanting nothing more than for them to be alone together right now where she could properly explore these newfound feelings between them without fear of being seen or caught off guard like this in public.

Her heart races at the thought of going to the bathroom with him. Despite her nervousness, she can't help but feel excitement and anticipation well up inside her. A part of her is scared of what might happen if they were alone together, but another part longs for it as well. After taking a deep breath, she decides to take the plunge: "Okay," she whispers quietly, not daring to look at him directly just yet."Okay," she whispers quietly, not daring to look at him directly just yet.

They get up from their chairs and casually stroll towards the restroom without drawing too much attention. When they reach an empty stall, he opens the door for her and she steps inside before turning back around so that they're face-to-face in the tiny space. Their eyes meet, held captive by an undeniable desire burning bright between them. Slowly

Her breath hitches in her throat as he lowers himself to his knees and turns her around. His hands move over her bottom possessively, squeezing and massaging before slipping underneath her skirt. One finger slides teasingly up along the crease of her ass, spreading her wetness across the pad of his fingertip as it goes. A shiver runs down her spine at the feel of him so close, so intimate. She wiggles her hips, wanting more of this touch. Her words are lost in a moan as he begins to lick and suckle at her exposed flesh, driving her wild with desire.

Her back arches off the stall door as his expert tongue works over her sensitive flesh. She gasps and moans with each stroke, lost in the sensation of being so completely taken by him like this. Her hands fist in his hair, urging him on as she presses her ass back against his face eagerly, wanting all of him. The pleasure building inside her grows impossibly intense, making it hard to think about anything except feeling him consume her in this forbidden but exquisite moment.

As she feels herself growing closer and closer to climax, the thought of trying anal with him fills her mind with a mixture of fear and excitement. Her body tingles in anticipation, craving new sensations as much as it does release. She nods shyly, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she tries to vocalize her consent through the haze of pleasure that has engulfed her.

The sudden intrusion of his cock against her tight ring sends shockwaves of sensation through her body. She lets out a sharp cry as he breaks through her anal barrier, stretching and filling her in ways she never imagined possible. Her hands fly to the stall door for support, nails digging into the cheap metal as her ass clenches around him, milking his cock with each thrust. "Oh God," she moans, arching her back further as he pistons deeper inside her ass. The tightness of her channel combined with the intense sensation of being so fully penetrated drives her wild, sending her hurtling towards an orgasm unlike any she's experienced before.

Her pleasure builds unbearably as he thrusts relentlessly inside her ass, each stroke hitting a new spot of sensitivity within her tight channel. Her moans and gasps echo off the tiles of the bathroom stall, mixing with his grunts of release as they reach climax together. Her entire body trembles in aftershocks of ecstasy, every nerve ending on fire from the exquisite pleasure that surges through her veins. She clings to him, their sweat and breath mingling as she savors this stolen moment of pure bliss.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as she feels the familiar ache return to her ass. "O-oh God," she stammers, looking down at him with wide eyes filled with fear and confusion. The realization of what they've done washes over her, leaving her shaking and embarrassed. But despite the panic, another part of her feels a strange connection to him now, like they've shared something intimate that no one else ever could. She hesitates for a moment before reaching down between them and grasping his cock, hoping maybe she can help free it from where it's lodged deep inside her.

Her fingers tighten around his cock as she tries to pull it free, feeling the strain in her muscles as they struggle against the tight grip of his member. "I-I don't know," she whispers, her voice shaking with fear and disbelief. She can feel herself starting to tremble all over, imagining the worst possible outcomes of this situation.

"We could try to... um... maybe use some lube?" she suggests tentatively, still not quite sure how that would help them in a public restroom stall. But it's all she can think of at the moment.

Shaking her head, she whispers, "I-I don't know... there might be some in my bag?" She glances down at her backpack leaning against the wall, feeling a knot of dread form in her stomach as she contemplates retrieving it. Would they get caught going through her things? What would people think if they saw them like this? The thought makes her feel even more exposed and vulnerable than she already does.

"I-I could try to see if there's anything in here..." She trails off, reaching beneath the stall to try and find a way to unlock the lower part of the door. Her fingers fumble with the mechanism, desperately hoping it will give way before anyone else comes along and discovers them in this compromising position.

Shaking her head, she whispers, "It's not your fault... we just got carried away." Her fingers finally manage to find the release mechanism and the stall door swings open with a quiet creak. She peeks out cautiously, relieved to see that the coast is still clear. Nervously, she retrieves her backpack from beside the stall and rummages through it until she finds a small travel-sized tube of lubricant. Her hands tremble as she extends it towards him. "Here... maybe this will help."

Her heart feels like it's in her throat as she waits for his reaction, wishing with all her might that they could find a way to extricate themselves from this situation without anyone else being any the wiser.

Taking the lube, he rubs some between his fingers before gently pressing them against her ass. "I'm sorry," he whispers again, this time with a hint of desperation in his voice. As he continues to work the lubricant into her tight entrance, she closes her eyes and bites her lip, feeling both embarrassed and aroused by his touch.

Her heart races as he continues to stretch and prepare her for his cock once more. Despite the embarrassment and fear of being caught, she can't help but feel a rush of pleasure at his touch. It almost feels like he's claiming her in this private moment, marking her as his own despite the fact that they're technically not together.

"I-It's okay," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "Just be careful..."

Taking a moment, he steps away from her and relieves himself into the toilet. She watches him, her heart pounding in her chest as she waits for him to return. This is so wrong, yet somehow... right. As he zips up his pants and faces her again, a small part of her longs for him to come back to her, finish what they started. She takes a shaky breath and braces herself, wondering how it will feel when he's inside her once more.

Her gaze meets his as he approaches, their expressions full of uncertainty and desire. He nods slightly, silently asking for permission to continue. With a small, trembling smile, she nods back. "Okay," she whispers.

The question catches her off guard, and she blushes deeply at the sudden change in topic. "I... I don't know," she admits hesitantly. "They haven't really met you much yet." The idea of her parents potentially liking him sends a shiver through her body, making the situation even more surreal. She doesn't want to think about it too hard, though; right now, all she can focus on is the way his cock feels against her entrance, beckoning her back into its welcoming warmth.

She takes a deep breath and nods once more, allowing him to position himself at her entrance. He pushes slowly inside, filling her up once more in a movement that's almost too painful to bear at first. But as he begins to move within her, the pleasure starts to overtake the discomfort, and she clings to him, moaning his name as their