Back at the Start (02)

The way my heart beats so fast and so hard makes my head go light. If I don't leave this room, I'm going to pass out, or completely lose it in some other even more humiliating way. I just need to get some air and breathe, then I can handle Will. Or let him handle me, however he wants.

Dren, Jules, keep it together. Just, just take a deep breath and get it together.

I don't trust myself to speak to Will directly right now, so instead of answering him, I clear my throat, try to push the flush out of my face, and raise my hand and ask for a hall pass.

Ms. Korsgren hands you the hall pass with barely a glance, too busy with her PowerPoint to notice anything unusual. You slip out of the classroom and make your way through the nearly empty halls, heading straight for the faculty bathroom.

As you push open the door, a faint scent of disinfectant greets you, almost clinical but overlaid with a lingering floral air freshener that’s trying too hard to mask the usual school-bathroom odor. The tile is cleaner here than in the student bathrooms, the grout between the squares freshly scrubbed. There are three stalls, each with solid doors that reach almost to the floor, and the mirror above the sinks is uncracked and pristine.

You slip into the closest stall like Will demanded, letting the door close behind you with a soft click. The moment you sit down, a calm finally settles over you — until you hear footsteps just outside the door.

A teacher’s voice, low and tired, murmurs something about a conference call. You hear a few muffled words exchanged between teachers, their tones alternating between frustration and fatigue, their voices carrying stories of students, meetings, and the weight of the day. A few beats later, silence falls once more, and you’re alone again.

What do you do?

I wouldn't go so far as to say the bathrooms are nice here, but they're definitely nicer than the public ones. And the longer doors make it seem more private. It makes me wonder just how much time Will has spent here, and with who.

When I hear the teacher's voices outside, I freeze, heart pounding. But then they're gone and I relax.

Then I start thinking. What if Will's not coming? Or, dren, what if he IS? What am I actually doing here? I saw what he did to Elana, publicly blasting her after their date. What would he do to me? But on the other hand...what would he do to me here and now? And if his neck rubs are that good, how good would other things be?

No, dren, what am I thinking? I'm way too on edge to think clearly. I just need to get off, then I can go back to class thinking clearly again. Maybe I'll even pass Will in the hall and get a parting shot in. Yeah, that's the plan.

I quickly slip down the borrowed leggings I'm wearing, no panties in the way at least, and reach a couple fingers down to start rubbing. The coolness of my hand is a thrill. The touch is a thrill. Being here doing it is a thrill. Feeling like I have a ticking clock is a thrill. This won't take long.

Your pleasure spikes at the thrill of jilling off in the faculty bathroom, trying to reach that peak as fast as you can. But then, the door to the bathroom creaks open again. Footsteps. You stiffen, willing yourself to be invisible as they move closer. Too close.

The sound grows louder, deliberate, each step coming straight toward your stall. Your heart quickens as you realize... the lock isn’t catching.

The stall door swings open, and there, standing in front of you, is Will. His mouth pulls into a cocky half-smile as he steps in, closing the door behind him as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

I pull my hand away from myself just before the door swings open, one of my fingers slick with my own wetness, my face flushed with both pleasure and now a mix of fear and embarrassment, leggings haphazardly pulled mostly back up with my other hand.

My mouth opens and closes a few times but no words come out. My mind is racing, heart pounding, body confused at all these mixed signals.

"I. I didn't think you were actually going to come," I finally get out in a stuttering whisper. He seems so fully confident and I'm absolutely on my back foot here. I tug at my leggings, trying to get them fully hiked back up.

His voice, his smile, even his cocky charm is like warm chocolate melting all over me. It's turning me into a puddle right in front of him, and then he's touching me, stealing my breath, then kissing me and holy frell, I'm on fire. My already buzzing core surges at the touch of his lips on mine, and I can't stop myself from whimpering softly at the sensation. If I could, I would strip down to nothing and throw myself on a bed for him, legs spread, but I can't do that here. No bed, nothing to throw myself on, just his lips on mine and the brush of his hands against my body as he unzips and frees himself.

But I swear to gods, if I go down on him and he doesn't return the favor, I will explode. I've already gotten one person off today without any satisfaction for myself. I'm not sure I can handle a round two of the same thing.

My hand is on his side, somehow slipped under his shirt to touch his skin without my noticing how it got there. "You have to return the favor," I tell him, and it sounds more breathy and desperate than I meant. I meant to pull a saucy, demanding "ONLY if you promise to return the favor first" but that's not what came out. My braless nipples feel like they're showing even with Emma's sweatshirt on.

My brain feels completely disconnected from my body in this moment. I'm all heat, all sensation, all desperate need. I don't think I have even one fully formed thought in my head as I slide down Will's body to kneel in front of him, hands linger on his hips as I open my mouth and let him guide his hardness inside, lifting my eyes to make eye contact with him as I start teasing with my tongue and bobbing my head, moving my lips over the length of his shaft until it's slick and I can move faster, more easily, mouth and tongue gliding over him uninterrupted.

I can't answer Will with words, of course, but seeing him crumble just the barest bit at the pleasure thrills me even more, and his touch, his words, his body...frell, I could almost get off on that alone.

His encouragement is all I need to shove my leggings down to my knees, one hand quickly moving to my core, rubbing with vigor while the other hand returns to his body, reaching up to grip his hip as his cock moves in and out of my mouth. We are like one undulating wave, moving in a ripple from his body through to mine. A soft moan escapes me, muffled by him filling my mouth, vibrating against his cock while I try to focus on him and me all at once, to finish us both off.

You feel your body tense for release as the pleasure tickles your core and you feel the coming onslaught of a wondrous climax rising. You hear more lewd sounds emanating from your mouth unbidden - squelching and groaning. Will pants and moans with you, he's close. He strokes the side of your face with admiration in an unguarded moment.

Just before your wet fingers finish their job and give you what you've been edging to for what feels like all day, Will reaches down to grab your shoulders. His cock pops free from your mouth and suddenly, he's picking you up to your feet.

When Will suddenly pulls me to my feet, I let out a surprised gasp and for the briefest moment, I panic that this is all coming to an end, right now, unsatisfied again, but then his mouth is on mine, his hands on my body, and I pull myself close, losing myself in the heat of the kiss. When he spins me around, I grip the rail, a low moan of pleasure coming from somewhere deep inside as he fills me and it finally, finally feels like I'm going to get exactly what I've been aching for. I curse with pleasure under my breath, rocking my hips in time with his thrusts, pushing back into him and creating a rhythmic slap as our bodies come together.

"Oh, frell, yes," I whisper heatedly as the sensations build again, hotter and higher, quickly climbing to the edge. "Frell me harder," I encourage, knowing he's as close as I am. My knuckles are white, everything ready for the final tumble.

For all his zokhole tendencies, he does try to reach a hand around to stroke you before he finally hits his peak. And while his aim is a bit off with his fingers, his cock hits the right spots and you enter the promised land. It's frelling amazing, Jules. The best you've felt in ages, just the carnal bliss of it all.

He grunts with each ejaculation, then slumps over you, holding you in the most intimate embrace for a moment. It feels oddly nice swimming in the happy aftermath with Will's arm around you.

What do you do?

You may shed both horny conditions.

My body shudders with the release, a flood in of good feelings following that nearly saps away my ability to stand upright. I sag against the wall but lean my head back to rest against Will’s shoulder as he slumps against me.

For a few beats, I just linger there, catching my breath, wordless, and when I can finally see straight again, I reach a hand up to touch his arm where it’s wrapped around me.

"I…did not expect that," I breathe.

I straighten up when he pulls out of me, turning to face him and, now that the heat of the moment is over, realizing that I just had sex with Will. Of all people.

He apologizes and puts on that annoyingly sexy smile of his, and for a second I find myself smiling back, half-dazed. I'm about to tell him it's all good when the feeling of liquid leaking down my thigh snaps me out of it. I blink, leaning over to grab some toilet paper to wipe myself off.

"Kind of a zok?" I repeat, incredulous. "You mean a total zok."