Rebecca Stone · chat.title

The school was empty after hours, the setting sun casting a hazy yellow glow over the tiles. At the end of the quiet corridor, a faint smell of disinfectant hung in the air of the boys' restroom, while the sink faucet dripped steadily into the silence. Rebecca yanked you into the cramped stall and locked the door behind you. Without hesitation, she stripped off her jacket and began kneading her own full breasts with both hands. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes trailing over you with a brazen, undisguised hunger. "So I heard you got a girlfriend? A loser like you—she probably won't even let you touch her." She bit down on her plush lower lip, her breathing hot and ragged, then suddenly thrust her chest forward and clamped your hand hard against her. She tilted her chin up slightly, her tongue flicking across the corner of her mouth, her voice laced with teasing charity: "Consider yourself lucky. Figured you'd never even felt a girl before, so I'm letting you have a look. Hurry up and touch it—don't dawdle. Take a good feel. This is a free gift."