Chapter 2
Without thinking, I squeezed into the narrow stall, pressing flush against Sophia's bare skin.
The stall door next to us creaked open.
The rustle of clothing followed.
Then the distinct sound of urine hitting the porcelain basin echoed through the space.
Though not loud, the noise was unnervingly clear in the empty restroom.
Sophia squirmed in my arms, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
I looked down at the delicate girl nestled against me.
Her hair carried a subtle fragrance.
Memories of last night’s recklessness in the girls' dorm flashed through my mind.
My hand slid down the curve of her back, coming to rest firmly on her surprisingly resilient bottom.
Her rear wasn’t particularly full, likely from years of dance training.
But the feel was exquisite.
Especially when she swayed her hips slightly, her legs trembling.
The flesh beneath my palm seemed to come alive, moving with a rhythm of its own.
Soft whimpers escaped her lips.
Her legs twisted together restlessly.
Her breathing grew ragged.
Her entire body trembled, going limp against me.
If not for my arms holding her up, she would have collapsed to the floor.
I’d never known a girl could be this sensitive.
Seizing the opportunity, I tugged firmly at her waistband.
In one motion, I pulled both her pants and panties down to her ankles.
I bent her over, pressing her against the cold stall wall.
"No… we can't…" she pleaded in a hushed, breathy voice.
She twisted, trying to shield herself with her hands.
"I'm… I'm a virgin. Not here… not in a restroom."
"Then use your mouth."
Her hands flew up to cover her lips instantly.
Thump. Thump.
A sudden knocking came from the adjacent stall.
A girl's voice followed. "Sophia? Are you okay?"
It was Chloe. Another one of Isabella's dormmates.
"N-no… I'm fine."
"You sound strange. Are you sick?"
"Umm… I just… saw a cockroach…"
The sound of a toilet flushing filled the air.
Chloe stepped out to wash her hands. "Hurry up, then. I'll wait for you outside."
Once Chloe's footsteps faded, Sophia pushed away from me.
Her voice shook. "I'll… I'll let you… but not here. Not like this."
She pulled her clothing back into place.
With hesitant, backward glances, she slipped out of the stall.
I took a moment to steady my own breathing.
When silence returned to the restroom, I quietly made my exit.