Chapter 1

The High-school building lay bathed in the hushed silence of a lazy afternoon, save for the distant hum of a vacuum cleaner echoing through the empty corridors. Karruche paused outside the toilet cubicle, her heart pounding against her ribcage like a trapped animal. She could almost hear the blood rushing in her ears, drowning out the rational voice screaming inside her head.

What the fuck are you doing, Karruche?

She took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled the sterile scent of disinfectant and the faint underlying aroma of sex.

Her fingers traced the cold metal handle of the cubicle door, hesitating for a moment before pushing it open. The soft click of the latch echoed like a gunshot in the confined space.

14 year old Jay was leaning against the wall, his tie loosened around his neck, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal the defined muscles of his chest. His eyes, dark and hungry, met hers as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her. The lock clicked into place, sealing them off from the world outside.

“Karruche,” he breathed, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

“You sure about this?”

She didn’t answer, instead stepping closer, her hands finding their way to his chest. She could feel his heart pounding under her fingertips, matching the rhythm of her own. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and she saw the hunger reflected in them, the same hunger that was coursing through her veins like wildfire.

“What if someone comes in?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She shrugged, her lips curling into a smirk. “Then they’ll get a show.”

His hands found her hips, pulling her closer until she could feel the hard length of him pressing against her stomach.

She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, hungry kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth, exploring, demanding, as his hands roamed over her body, squeezing her ass, pulling her even tighter against him.

She moaned into his mouth, her hands clawing at his back, needing to feel more of him. He responded by pushing her back against the cold wall of the cubicle, his hands moving to the buttons of her blouse, popping them open one by one, revealing the lacy black bra she wore underneath.

She arched her back, pressing her breasts against him, a soft moan escaping her lips as he ran his hands over them, his thumbs brushing against her nipples, making them harden into peaks.

“Fuck, Karruche,” he growled, his voice ragged with desire. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

She reached down, her hand finding the hardness straining against his pants. She squeezed, her fingers tracing the length of him, making him groan. He fumbled with his belt, undoing it, then his pants, his cock springing free, hard and ready.

She looked down, her eyes widening at the sight of him, long and thick, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. She licked her lips, her mouth watering at the thought of tasting him.

“Blow me” he said, his voice hoarse with desire.

She complied, sinking down onto the cold tile floor, her eyes never leaving his. She reached out, wrapping her hand around his shaft, feeling the heat of him, the pulse of his heartbeat.

She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste the bead of pre-cum at the tip. He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair, guiding her head as she took him into her mouth.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, his hips bucking slightly as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around him, her hand working the length she couldn’t fit into her mouth.

She could feel him getting harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps as she sucked him, her head bobbing up and down, her hand working in tandem with her mouth.

She could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, could feel the tension building in his body as he neared his release.

“Not yet,” he gasped, pulling her head back, his cock slipping out of her mouth with a wet pop. “I want to fuck you, Karruche. I want to feel that tight pussy around my cock.”

She stood up, her body trembling with anticipation as he spun her around, pushing her against the wall. She could feel his hands on her hips, then the cool air on her ass as he hiked up her skirt, bunching it around her waist.

She heard the sound of foil tearing, then the pressure of him against her entrance.

“Wait,” she gasped, her hands splayed against the wall, her breath fogging up the cold surface. “I want to feel you. Just you.”

He hesitated, then she felt him, hard and hot, pressing against her. She pushed back, taking him in inch by inch, her pussy stretching to accommodate him.

“Fuck, Karruche,” he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he started to move, slowly at first, then faster, harder.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight. So fucking good.”

She could only moan in response, her nails scraping against the wall as he pounded into her, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside her again and again. She could feel the pleasure building, a coil tightening in her core, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Harder,” she panted, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts. “Fuck me harder, Jay.”

He obliged, slamming into her with such force that the cubicle shook around them.

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the small space, mingling with their ragged breaths and desperate moans. She could feel the pleasure building, a wave crashing against the shore, threatening to consume her.

“Touch yourself,” he grunted, his fingers digging into her hips. “Make yourself come with my cock inside you.”

She slipped a hand between her legs, her fingers finding her clit, swollen and throbbing. She rubbed, her touch matching the rhythm of his thrusts, her body tensing as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her.

She could feel it, the edge, the point of no return, her entire body coiling like a spring ready to snap.

“Come on, Karruche,” he growled, his voice a dark, dirty promise. “Come all over my cock. Let me feel that tight pussy squeezing me.”

His words pushed her over the edge. She cried out, her body convulsing as the orgasm tore through her, her pussy clenching around him, milking him.

He groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he thrust into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he came, filling her with his hot seed.

They stood there for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breaths ragged, their hearts pounding in sync. Then, slowly, he pulled out, his cock slipping from her pussy with a wet sound. She turned around, her eyes meeting his, and they shared a smug smile, a silent acknowledgment of the intense pleasure they had just shared.

“Fuck, Karruche,” he said, his voice still hoarse from their exertion.

“That was ... fucking amazing.”

She smiled, her lips still swollen from their kisses. “Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?”

She reached down, her fingers tracing the length of his cock, now soft and slick with their combined juices. He groaned, his hips twitching at her touch.

“Again?” she asked, her eyebrows raised.

He chuckled, his hands finding her breasts, squeezing them gently. “You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”

She shrugged, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, feeling it begin to harden again.

“What can I say? You bring out the beast in me.”

He laughed, a low, dirty sound that sent shivers down her spine. “Well, I’d be a fucking idiot to deny that beast anything it wants.”

She grinned, her hand starting to move, stroking him, feeling him grow harder in her grip. “Good boy,” she purred, her eyes locked onto his.

He reached out, his hand cupping her pussy, his fingers slipping between her folds, feeling the wetness left from their previous encounter.

She gasped, her hips bucking slightly at his touch.

“Look at you,” he growled, his voice low and gravelly. “Your pussy is dripping with our cum. You’re a fucking mess, Karruche.”

She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as he started to rub, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles, making her pussy throb with need.

“Fuck, Jay,” she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

“That feels so fucking good.”

He smirked, his fingers moving faster, his thumb pressing down on her clit, making her gasp. “You like that, don’t you? You like my fingers fucking your tight little pussy.”

She could only nod, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he brought her closer to the edge.

“Tell me, Karruche,” he growled, his voice a dark, dirty promise. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want...

I want you to fuck me again, Jay,” she panted, her eyes locked onto his, her pupils dilated with desire. “I want you to bend me over and fuck me until I can’t walk straight.”

He growled, a low, primal sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “You want it rough, Karruche?”

She nodded, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. “Give it to me rough, Jay. Make me feel it.”

He spun her around, pushing her forward until she was bent over the sink, her hands gripping the edge, her ass sticking out.

He ran his hands over her ass, squeezing the firm flesh, making her moan.

“Fuck, Karruche,” he growled, his voice a low rumble. “Your ass is fucking perfect.”

She could hear the sound of his belt buckle jingling, then the rustle of fabric as he undid his pants, freeing his cock once again. She looked up, catching their reflection in the mirror above the sink. His eyes were dark, hungry, his jaw clenched with desire.

He leaned over her, his hands gripping her hips, his cock pressing against her ass.

She could feel the heat of him, the hardness, and she pushed back, eager to feel him inside her again.

“Please,” she whimpered, her voice a soft plea. “I need you inside me, Jay.”

He chuckled, a low, dirty sound that sent shivers down her spine. “You’re so fucking greedy, Karruche.”

She felt the head of his cock press against her entrance, then he was pushing inside, filling her, stretching her. She moaned, her fingers tightening around the edge of the sink, her knuckles turning white.

He felt so fucking good, filling her, stretching her, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside her with every thrust.

“Fuck, Karruche,” he gasped, his fingers digging into her hips, pulling her back onto him. It’s like a goddamn vice around my cock.”

She could only moan in response, her body rocking back and forth as he pounded into her, his hips slapping against her ass, the sound of their bodies coming together filling the small cubicle.

“Harder,” she panted, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the slick surface of the sink.

He growled, his fingers digging into her hips as he obliged, slamming into her with such force that the cubicle shook around them. She could feel the pleasure mounting, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Come on, Karruche,” he grunted, his voice a dark, dirty promise.

“Fuck, Jay,” she cried out, her body tensing as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She could feel the orgasm ripping through her, her pussy clenching around him, milking him for everything he had.

He groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot seed. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breaths ragged, their hearts pounding in sync.

But their interlude was cut short by the sound of footsteps echoing down the corridor outside the cubicle.

They froze, their bodies still joined, their breaths held in anticipation. Karruche’s eyes widened as she looked at Jay, panic flashing across her face.

“Shit,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Someone’s coming.”

Jay’s eyes narrowed, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Don’t move,” he whispered, his voice a low growl. “Let’s give them a show.”

Karruche’s heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.

She could hear the footsteps growing louder, the echo of heels clicking against the tiled floor. Jay’s breath was hot on her neck, his hands still gripping her hips, his cock still buried deep inside her.

“Don’t you dare move,” he whispered, his voice a low growl. “I want them to hear us. I want them to know what they’re missing.”

She bit her lip, her eyes wide with anticipation as she listened to the footsteps outside the cubicle. They stopped, and she could hear the rustle of fabric, the soft intake of breath. Someone was out there, listening, watching.

Karruche could feel it, the weight of their gaze on her back, the heat of their breath on the cool metal of the cubicle door. Jay’s grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh, a silent command to stay still.

“Who’s there?” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her lips brushing against the cold porcelain of the sink.

No response. Just the soft rustle of fabric, the barely-there scrape of a shoe against the tile.

Jay smirked, his eyes locked onto hers in the mirror.

“Shh,” he whispered, his voice a low rasp. “Let’s give them a show they won’t forget.”

Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she felt him start to move inside her. Slowly at first, his hips rolling, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy in shallow thrusts. She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as pleasure coursed through her veins.

“Open your eyes, Karruche,” he growled, his voice a dark command. “I want you to watch.

I want you to see how much I love fucking your tight little pussy,” Jay whispered, his eyes locked onto hers in the mirror. She nodded, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he started to pick up the pace, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock slamming into her pussy with increasing force.

She could hear the wet sounds of their bodies coming together, the filthy symphony of their fucking filling the small cubicle. She could feel the pleasure building, her body tensing, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Jay’s fingers dug into her hips, his grip tightening as he pounded into her, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside her again and again.

“Fuck, Jay,” she panted, her eyes locked onto his in the mirror. “I’m gonna come.”

He growled, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock swelling inside her. “Come on, Karruche. Come all over my cock. Let them hear you. Let them hear how much you love my cock inside you.”

She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

Jay’s fingers dug into her hips, pulling her back onto him, his cock slamming into her pussy with increasing force. She could feel the orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I want to feel that tight pussy squeezing me.”

She cried out, her body convulsing as the orgasm tore through her, her pussy clenching around him, milking him for everything he had.

Jay groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot seed.

But their interlude was far from over. As they caught their breath, Jay’s hands began to roam again, tracing the curves of her body, making her shiver with anticipation. He spun her around, his eyes dark and hungry as he looked at her.

“Blow me,” he said, his voice a low growl.

“I want to feel that hot mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.”

Karruche dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving his. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, feeling the heat of him, the pulse of his heartbeat. He groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her head as she took him into her mouth.

She could taste the salty sweetness of their combined juices, the remnants of their last encounter. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, feeling him twitch in response.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, his hips bucking slightly as she took him deeper, her hand working the length she couldn’t fit into her mouth. “Just like that, Karruche. Suck my cock like a good girl.”

She moaned around him, the vibrations making him groan.

He could feel the pleasure building, his cock hardening as she sucked him, her head bobbing up and down, her hand working in tandem with her mouth.

“Fuck, Karruche,” he panted, his fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her head. “Your mouth feels so fucking good. I could come just like this.”

She pulled back, her lips glistening with saliva and his pre-cum. “Not yet,” she said, her voice a low purr. “I want you to fuck me again.

Hard,” Karruche demanded, her voice low and sultry, her eyes locked onto Jay’s.

He smirked, his eyes darkening with desire. “You’re fucking insatiable, aren’t you?”

She bit her lip, her eyes never leaving his. “Only when it comes to you.”

“Well, I’d be a fucking idiot to deny you anything.”

Jay grabbed her roughly, spinning her around and pressing her against the cold wall of the cubicle. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her ass, and she pushed back, eager for more.

“Fuck me from behind,” she commanded, her voice a low growl. “I want to feel you slamming into me, filling me up.”

“With pleasure,” he replied, his voice a dark promise. He undid his belt, the sound of the buckle jingling echoing in the small space. Then he was pushing her skirt up, bunching it around her waist, leaving her ass bare and exposed.

She could feel the cool air against her skin, then the heat of his hands as he grabbed her ass, squeezing the firm flesh.

She moaned, pushing back against him, her body aching with need. “I need you inside me, Jay. Fuck me hard.” “Patience, my favourite teacher. I want to enjoy this view before I fuck you silly.” Jay’s voice was a low growl, his eyes roaming over her body, lingering on her ass. She squirmed, her pussy throbbing with need.

He took his time, running his hands over her ass, squeezing the firm flesh, making her moan. Then he leaned down, his tongue flicking out to taste her, running along her slit, making her gasp.

“Fuck, Jay,” she panted, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the cold wall.

“Stop teasing me and fuck me already.” “Demanding little thing, aren’t you?”

She glared at him over her shoulder, her eyes flashing with desire. “I said, fuck me, Jay.”

He smirked, his eyes darkening with lust. “As you wish, Professor.”

He reached down, his fingers finding her slit, rubbing, making her moan. She was soaking wet, her pussy throbbing with need. He slipped a finger inside her, then another, fucking her slowly, making her gasp.

Her pussy clamped down around him, greedy for more.

“Fuck, Karruche,” he groaned, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing, making her moan. “You’re so fucking tight. So fucking wet.”

She pushed back against him, impaling herself on his fingers. “Fuck me, Jay. I need your cock inside me.”

“As you wish, Karruche.

But I’m going to fill your tight little pussy with my cock, not my fingers.” Jay’s voice was a low growl, his eyes locked onto hers, filled with dark promise. He withdrew his fingers, leaving her feeling empty, her pussy throbbing with need.

She heard the sound of foil tearing, then the cool press of latex against her entrance. She pushed back, eager to feel him inside her, but he held her hips firmly in place.

“No rubber,” she hissed at him “I want to feel you inside me, not some piece of fucking latex”.

His eyes widened, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he tossed the condom aside. “You sure about that, Karruche? You want me to fill that tight little pussy with my cum?”

She nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Yes, fuck me bare Jay. I want to feel you inside me, filling me up.”

He growled, his fingers digging into her hips as he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance. She could feel the heat of him, the hardness, and she pushed back, eager to feel him inside her.

He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pushed forward, his cock sliding into her pussy inch by inch.

“Fuck, Karruche,” he groaned, his voice a low rumble. So fucking hot.”

She could only moan in response, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the cold wall as he started to move, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy in long, slow strokes.

“Harder,” she panted, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

As he prepared to do as she asked, they heard the one thing outside the cubicle they preyed they’d never hear; the voice of Ms Celeste.

“Hello? Is there someone in there?”

Karruche’s eyes widened in panic, but Jay simply smirked, leaning in to whisper in her ear, “Don’t stop, don’t make a sound.” She nodded, biting her lip to stifle a moan as he started to move again, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy with slow, controlled thrusts.

Ms Celeste knocked on the door, “Hello? This is the principal. Is anyone in there?”.

The sound of Ms. Celeste’s voice echoed through the cubicle, freezing Karruche and Jay in place. They exchanged a panicked glance in the mirror, their faces pale, eyes wide. Karruche’s heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she listened to the familiar voice approaching.

“Karruche, darling, are you in here?” Ms. Celeste called out, her heels clicking against the tiled floor as she made her way towards the bathroom. “I’ve been looking all over for you.

You didn’t answer your phone,” Ms. Celeste said, her voice growing closer. Karruche and Jay exchanged a terrified look in the mirror. They were trapped, their bodies still joined, their hearts pounding in unison. Karruche’s mind raced, trying to come up with an excuse, but Jay had other plans.