The campus bathroom on the third floor of the arts building
was never meant for this. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, reflecting off
the tiled walls and the long mirror above the long counter with three sinks.
The air smelled faintly of cheap soap and the lingering perfume of whoever had
been there last. But right now, the only scents that mattered were the ones
rising off the two girls pressed against each other just inside the locked
door. Monica Anne wore her red-and-purple off-the-shoulder dress, the one with
the little flower patterns that kept slipping lower every time she moved. The
big red roses on her headband, which matched the red lace strapless bra and
tiny little red lace thong underneath her dress, brushed against the silver
tiara with big pink roses perched in Stephanie’s dark hair. Stephanie wore a
very similar looking pink off-the-shoulder dress with just a very sexy little
pink lace thong underneath, opting to go braless that day. The two girls looked
almost like twins, same long, straight black hair, same fair skin, same heavy
dark eye makeup and bold red lips. Even their high heels were nearly identical,
the same except for the color, Monica Anne’s in fire engine red, Stephanie’s in
baby pink. Monica Anne’s tongue was already out, tracing a slow, wet path along
Stephanie’s cheek the way it had in the photo they’d taken earlier on that
brown leather couch in the photography studio. Only now there was no camera, no
playful pose, no photographer. Just hunger. “Fuck, you taste like strawberry lipgloss,”
Monica Anne whispered, voice low and passionate. Her silver hoop earrings swung
as she leaned in harder, licking from Stephanie’s cheek to the corner of her red
painted mouth. Stephanie’s pink off-the-shoulder dress had already been naturally
tugged down far enough while they were pressed together that the soft upper
curves of her tits spilled free, nipples tight and flushed against the top hem
of the dress. The sparkly chokers around both their throats glittered under the
harsh light every time one of them swallowed. Stephanie didn’t answer with
words. She grabbed Monica Anne by the hips and spun her, pushing her back
against the cold sink counter. The roses on Monica Anne’s headband trembled. Stephanie’s
red mouth crashed onto Monica Anne’s, tongues sliding together, wet and
insistent. They kissed like they were starving, open-mouthed, messy, the kind
of passionate kiss that left red lipstick smeared across both their faces. Monica
Anne’s hands slid the top of Stephanie’s dress the rest of the way down below
her beautiful, large tits, palms dragging over warm skin, thumbs brushing the
undersides of her breasts until Stephanie moaned into her mouth. “Someone could
come to use the bathroom,” Stephanie breathed against her lips, though her
fingers were already working the top of Monica Anne’s dress lower, too, exposing
the red lace of her strapless bra. Stephanie didn’t wait. She yanked the red
lace cups down and sucked one of Monica Anne’s nipples into her mouth, hard,
teeth grazing just enough to make Monica Anne’s knees buckle. “Then they’d get
a free show,” Monica Anne gasped. She threaded her fingers into Stephanie’s
hair, careful of the tiara, and held her there while Stephanie licked and
sucked, switching from one breast, from one hard nipple, to the other. The wet
sounds filled the small bathroom. Monica Anne’s other hand lifted the bottom of
Stephanie’s little dress, finding the already soaked crotch of her sexy little
pink lace thong. Two fingers slid under the thin fabric and pushed straight
into her, curling deep. Stephanie cried out around Monica Anne’s nipple, hips
jerking forward. “Fuck yes…” Stephanie moaned. Monica Anne finger fucked her
with slow, filthy strokes, palm grinding against her clit. Stephanie’s juices
coated her fingers, dripping down her wrist. Feeling Stephanie’s wetness, Monica
Anne now wanted only one thing. “I want to taste you,” Monica Anne sighed. The
two girls turned around in a clumsy, desperate scramble, giggling. Stephanie
hopped up onto the edge of the counter, pink little dress hiked up to her
waist, legs spread wide. Monica Anne dropped to her knees on the cold tile, once
again pumping two fingers in and out of Stephanie’s wet cunt. Monica Anne
leaned in and dragged her tongue from Stephanie’s entrance up to her swollen
clit, then sealed her mouth over it and sucked. Stephanie’s head tilted back,
the tiara nearly slipping off. One hand braced on the mirror behind her, the
other tangled in Monica Anne’s hair, red roses and all. Stephanie watched
herself in the reflection, flushed, mouth open with passion, Monica Anne’s head
moving between her thighs, all while Monica Anne’s tongue worked Stephanie’s
wet pussy open, licking deep, then circling her clit in tight, relentless
circles. Every time Stephanie’s thighs started to shake, Monica Anne added a
third finger and curled them just right, pressing against that spot that made Stephanie’s
voice crack. “Fuck, I’m gonna come…fuck…Monica Anne…I’m,” Stephanie screeched. Monica
Anne didn’t stop. She sucked harder, fingers slamming in, and Stephanie came
with a moan so loud that it echoed off the tiles. Stephanie’s cunt clenched
rhythmically around Monica Anne’s fingers, wetness flooding Monica Anne’s mouth
and chin. Monica Anne kept licking through it, slower now, tasting every pulse,
until Stephanie was trembling and pushing at her head. They didn’t pause long. Stephanie
slid down, spun Monica Anne around, and bent her over the sink. In the mirror Monica
Anne watched Stephanie’s reflection, lipstick-smeared mouth, eyes fierce, as Stephanie
flipped up Monica Anne’s little dress and yanked down her little red lace thong
panties in a single motion. The cool bathroom air hit Monica Anne’s soaked
pussy for half a second before Stephanie’s tongue smothered it. Flat, broad
strokes from clit to asshole, then pointed and thrusting inside her wet pussy. Stephanie’s
hands spread Monica Anne’s cheeks, thumbs digging in, holding her open so she
could bury her face deeper. Monica Anne gripped the edges of the sink, moaning
at her own reflection. Monica Anne loved seeing herself like this, her large tits
hanging free, nipples still wet and covered in red lipstick from Stephanie’s
mouth earlier. Every time Stephanie’s tongue fucked into her, Monica Anne
pushed back for more. When Stephanie reached around and rubbed tight circles on
her clit at the same time, Monica Anne’s eyes fluttered shut. “Look at me,” Stephanie
ordered, voice muffled against her cunt. Monica Anne forced her eyes open. In
the mirror, Stephanie was watching her while she ate her out, red lips
glistening, silver choker catching the light every time she moved. The sight
alone almost finished Monica Anne. Stephanie stood, wiped her mouth with the
back of her hand, and pressed her body flush against Monica Anne’s back. One
hand stayed between Monica Anne’s legs, two fingers sliding back inside her,
the other hand wrapping around to pinch and roll a nipple. Stephanie fucked her
hard and fast, the wet slap of skin and Monica Anne’s desperate little sounds
filling the bathroom. Monica Anne came with a sharp cry, forehead pressed to
the mirror, cunt fluttering hard around Stephanie’s fingers. Stephanie kept
going until Monica Anne was shaking and oversensitive, then finally slowed,
kissing the side of her neck, the roses on the headband brushing her cheek. They
stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, lipstick ruined, clothes
half-off, the scent of sex thick in the air, recovering their breath. Then, outside
the door, footsteps began to pass in the hallway, meaning photography class was
over, and very soon, someone would try to come in to use the bathroom. Stephanie’s
voice was low and satisfied against Monica Anne’s ear. “That was so fucking
good,” she said. “Mmmmm….so fucking good,” Monica Anne agreed. “Let’s get out
of here before we get caught,” Stephanie giggled…
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