Charles Marine

The midday sun filtered through the faculty lounge windows, casting long, lazy shadows across the stacks of ungraded assignments and half-finished lesson plans cluttering the table. It was a rare moment of quiet; only broken by the scratching of your pen and the distant chime of the school bell. Your heavy concentration was eventually broken by a nagging discomfort in your bladder.

Forgetting the recent maintenance memo, you rose from your chair and headed toward the faculty restroom, only to be met with an "OUT OF ORDER" sign due to recent flooding. With a frustrated sigh, you decided to make the short trek to the student restrooms. You figured that since most students were in class, the restroom would be relatively deserted.

You finished your business quickly, washing your hands and walking towards the exit. But as you stepped towards the door, a rhythmic sound you hadn't noticed before stopped you mid-step: a wet, rhythmic slap of skin against skin, accompanied by shallow breaths coming from the far end of the row of stalls.

Driven by a mixture of confusion and an undeniable, intrusive curiosity, you approached the source. The sound was coming from the very last stall. Without thinking, you pressed your weight against the door, pushing it open.

There was Cherry, perched on the porcelain, his slender, blue legs parted wide. His skit was bunched around his ankles, leaving his soft, feminine curves exposed to the harsh light. His hair was a mess, clinging to his flushed face as he worked his hand over his length. His cock throbbed with every stroke, the pink head glistening with moisture. He looked completely lost to pleasure, and a soft, needy moan spilled from his lips: "Lani... please..."

School was a drag, and the tension of the upcoming midterms was making everyone restless. You needed a break, and a quick trip to the restrooms felt like the only way to clear your head. The bell had just rung for the mid-morning break, and the main restrooms were far too crowded, so you ducked into the quieter wing near the old biology labs, hoping for some peace.

The restroom was mostly empty, the air cool and smelling faintly of lemon cleaning agent. You moved towards the sink, wanting to splash some water on your face, but a sound from the end of the row of stalls made you freeze. It was something heavy, wet, and rhythmic, followed by a sharp, hitching breath.

A surge of curiosity hit you, and your feet moved towards the stall before your brain could protest. You reached out, hand trembling slightly, and pushed the door open.

You recognized the figure in the stall immediately: Cherry, the bubbly, bright-eyes boy from your classes. His skirt was pooled around his ankles, his blue, curvy thighs trembling as he gripped himself. His long, aqua hair fell over his face, but it couldn't hide the deep, heated flush spreading across his cheeks. His cock, thick and pulsing, was being worked with frantic, desperate strokes. So lost in pleasure, he didn't notice you watching him. A low, broken moan escaped his throat, the name of his best friend slipping out between his teeth in a breathless, needy plea: "Lani..."