Jen walked into her own school with Vanessa. As she walked up the steps her bare thighs rubbed a little at the sides of her crotch. She stumbled at the unexpected good feeling and began to blush. Vanessa looked at her strangely. "Are you okay?" Jen hesitated a moment and then answered shaking her head.
"Um.. ya. I'm good. I just need to use the restroom quick. You go on. I'll see you in class." Vanessa looked back at her friend a bit skeptically but turned when another of their friends called to her.
"Well, okay. See you in class." She answered as she began to walk away.
Jen rushed into the nearest bathroom and took a stall. She pulled the seat cover down and sat on it, not really needing to use the toilet. She could hear a couple other girls in the bathroom and waited silently until they were gone. Her crotch was tingling. She panted hard, not sure what to do, hoping the feeling would just pass. It didn't. Finally she sat up strait and took a deep breath. Slowly, oh so slowly, she started reaching her hand down the front of her skirt, slipping her fingers beneath her panties to touch her own pussy.
She gasped. For more than one reason. First she did not feel the soaking wet lips she had expected from all the pleasure she was feeling, she felt nothing at all. Second from the ultra stimulating feel of her fingers on her own body. She pulled back and stood quickly. Her heart pounded in her chest, a light sheen of sweat dappled her forehead. Her mouth had a slightly sour taste in it as well. She only hesitated only a second before gripping her skirt with both hands and pulling it and her completely dry panties down around her ankles. She stared at what lay between her legs... or rather what didn't lay between her legs. Her crotch was completely closed and smooth. Her legs trembled beneath her. She was terrified but at the same time the sight of herself seemed to be turning her on even more. Each passing second she could feel the passion growing and growing, waiting to explode.
Hesitantly she reached her delicate hand back down to her pussy-less crotch and cupped it softly. Pleasure seeped into her and she closed her eyes and slumped against the stall door, barely able to keep standing. Horrified but at the same time exalting she began to rub her cupped hand back and forth. The semi sour taste returned to her mouth in an instant and she managed to stop. Her mouth felt a little strange. She reached up and touched her tongue. She was salivating in huge amounts. When she pulled her finger out of her mouth he spit seemed strange. It was slimy and slicker than it should have been. She gasped when the smell hit her. It smelt like... her. Like her pussy smelt when she got really really wet.
The smell pushed her over the edge once again. She let the slimy juices fall from her mouth into her cupped hand and then for her hand to slip between her legs. The juices slid over the smooth crotch in a wave of tingles and pleasure. She didn't notice that she was slamming and rattling against the door as she rubbed at herself furiously. She squeezed her legs tight around her hand and ground herself into her fist as hard as she could. She moaned loud and found her free hand under her top groping and massaging one of her breasts.
When the orgasm hit it was one of the strongest she had every felt in her life. She started to scream but the burst of cum that shot up her throat and out her mouth stopped her. Her juices leaked in pulses from her mouth and spattered on the floor of the stall. The taste was very strong and it smelt very much like sex.
She let herself slump to the floor then, the force of her horniness fading to a manageable level after her orgasm. She heard the bell ring and didn't care at first. Slowly she managed to pull herself up and pull up her skirt and panties. She rinsed out her mouth, washed her hands, and headed shakily for the door. Her crotch slowly began to tingle once again...