**Title: Stolen Moments in the College Bathroom**

I never thought it would happen—especially not with *her*. Jessica was the hottest girl in our dorm: captain of the volleyball team, always surrounded by admirers, the kind of girl who made my stomach knot up every time she walked past. Me? I was just the quiet nerd who sat in the back of lectures, scribbling notes and trying not to be noticed. But after a drunken party last weekend, something shifted between us. Lingering glances, brushed hands—little sparks that set my nerves on fire. And now, here we were, locked in a bathroom stall between classes.

The second the door clicked shut, Jessica pressed me against the tile wall, her lips crashing into mine. Her tongue was hot and insistent, sliding against mine like she couldn’t get enough. My hands tangled in her long blonde hair, tugging just enough to make her moan. “Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” she panted, her fingers already pulling at the waistband of my leggings.

I helped her shove them down, my heart hammering as she dropped to her knees in front of me. My pussy was already wet, and when Jessica dragged her tongue up my slit, I gasped, my thighs shaking. “God, you taste *so* good,” she murmured before sucking my clit between her lips. I whimpered, rocking my hips against her face, my fingers gripping the back of her head.

But I wasn’t about to let her do all the work. I tugged her up, spinning us around until it was *her* pressed against the wall. “My turn,” I breathed, dropping to my knees and yanking her tiny cheer shorts down. Her pussy was shaved smooth, glistening with arousal, and I dove in without hesitation. Jessica let out a choked moan as I licked firmly up her slit, circling her clit before sucking it lightly between my lips.

She grabbed my hair, grinding against my mouth. “Fuck yes, just like that—*oh god*.” Her thighs squeezed around my head, her hips jerking as I flicked my tongue faster. The bathroom was empty except for us, but I still loved the risk of it—anyone could walk in and hear the wet, filthy sounds of us devouring each other.

Jessica suddenly pulled me up, her lips slick with my juices as she kissed me again. “I want more,” she whispered, guiding me down onto the closed toilet seat. She straddled my lap, her toned thighs framing mine, and then—*oh fuck*—she lowered herself onto me. Our pussies pressed together, hot and slippery, and she began to rock against me.

The friction was insane. My clit rubbed against hers with every roll of her hips, sending jolts of pleasure through me. I grabbed her waist, helping her move faster, our breathing ragged and desperate. “You feel *so* good,” I moaned, tilting my hips up to meet her. Jessica’s tits bounced as she rode me, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I could feel her tightening, her moans turning higher, more frantic. “I’m gonna—*fuck*—I’m gonna cum,” she gasped, grinding down harder. The pressure pushed me right to the edge too, my clit throbbing against hers. Jessica’s whole body tensed, her pussy pulsing as she came with a broken cry. The sight of her unraveling pushed me over—my own orgasm hit me like a wave, my thighs clamping around hers as I shook beneath her.

We stayed tangled together, panting, both of us a mess of sweat and slickness. Jessica laughed breathlessly, resting her forehead against mine. “Next time,” she murmured, nipping at my lower lip, “we’re doing this in my room. No time limit.”

I couldn’t fucking wait.