At the very start of lunch, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I was still in the classroom, and the last of my students were walking out the door. I pulled my phone out and saw the familiar girlish character next to a notification on my screen. I looked around to see who might be looking, and when I was satisfied I could check the message, I tapped the notification.
"Go to the toilet. Message me when you're there."
I immediately hurried to pack my things away, paying no attention to any order and stacking student assignments in with my own papers simply to make my exit from the room and I to the staff toilets as quickly as possible.
I dropped my bag on my staffroom desk and immediately snaked my way through the corridors to the male staff toilet. I walked in, selected the end stall and closed the door behind be.
"Ready when you are," I wrote back noting that her icon was still in the screen as though waiting.
Her response was a photo. She was standing in the girls bathroom looking in the mirror. There were some occupied stalls in view behind her, but no one else in the actual shot.
I typed back, "I'm curious, I wasn't expecting this."
She replied back, "make sure your phone is on silent...I'm going to call you. There are some other girl in here, and I won't talk."
I checked my phone and made sure that everything was turned down to minimum. Then I simply typed in. "All good, on silent."
Immediately, her video call popped up. I answered and she was there, still in the bright white school toilets. Gesturing a shhh and walking into a toilet stall.
She looked a little bit red, not embarrassed, but nervous. She sat on the toilet and mouthed the words, "were not alone." She spun the camera around and then lowered it to allow me to see the patten leather shoes and panties of the girls in either side on her chosen cubical.
Lifting the camera back up again she held it out to show as much of her as her arms would allow. She was clutching the envelope. The camera tilted down and the same half that held the envelope drew her dress up to show her grey panties. Immediately she rubbed them as she had last night. She breathed heavily.
Pulling the camera back again, she put the corner of the envelope in her mouth to free up her hand. Tiling the camera down once again, she spread her legs a little further and immediately pulled aside her panties to reveal her pussy.
For the first time, I was staring at her 18 year old pussy, it wasn't hairless, but the natural light hair was minimal and certainly didn't interrupt my view of her perfect mound. With her panties pulled to one side, she let go a stream on pee into the bowl.
I had never thought of this before, before a couple of days ago, I hadn't thought of Molly like this, but now I wished that I was sharing the toilet stall with her. The sight of her pissing had sent me hard again, and as if subconsciously, I was undoing my pants to retrieve my throbbing cock.
Before the last drips had left her cunt, she put the grey panties back over to catch the remnants of her pee. The damp spot was noticeable, and made even more prominent as she rubbed her pussy with increasing veracity.
I too was increasing my stroking as we both sat there in our respective toilets masturbating. She moved the camera back up to her face and mouthed what I assume was, "I cumming," and then back down to her panties which immediately dampened further as she released her juices into the fabric.
I stood up and propped the camera on the back of the toilet, standing back and letting my pants fall to the floor.
Molly had calmed a little and was staring into the screen as I demonstrated for her my hard 9 inch cock being stroked in the staff toilets. She bit her lip again and I was sent into a convulsion of orgasm. Some of it flew over the screen and I imagined Molly taking streams of my cum over her face in real life.
On the screen however, she was happy.
I retrieved my phone, quickly cleaning in off with some toilet paper, and watched as she too turned around to rest the phone on the back of the toilet as she removed her panties, put them into the ziplock bag and then into the envelope.
She smiled, flattened her dress down. And hung up the video call. As I started up, wiping down cum the back of the toilet. She messaged once again.
"Bringing them to you now."
No sooner had I washed my hands, and walked out of the toilet, the student receptionist greeted me in the hall. "One of your girls has something to drop off to you, she's at the front office."
"Thanks Sara." I said returning to something resembling a professional tone.
Walking down the hallway from the staff toilets, there was a direct line of sight to student reception. Molly was there, proud with the freshly filled envelope in hand.
She beamed when she saw me walking towards her. Her braces catching the light and her fresh teen face lighting up the room. She stood on her tippy toes as I walked up to her, in part probably through excitement, but also because if we weren't at school she might well have have lunged at me, letting me kiss her deeply. And I did want to.
Instead she teetered on her toes and excitedly handed over the envelope, saying "I think I did really well."
"From what I've seen of you Molly," I replied in code, "you will have delivered admirably. I'll be sure to review it after school today and let you know."
She smiled again, returning to her heals before she spun around and walked away. Before she walked through the door and outside she turned back and smiled once again.
"That's a happy little girl you have there," offered Sara from behind the student reception desk. "She seems pretty proud of her work."
"She's a great kid," I offered again returning to my illusion of professionalism. "She's really surprised me recently."
