Five minutes into her presentation and Fran Crawford already knew she was losing them. Her attempt to enlighten her classmates with her PowerPoint presentation only illuminated the screen behind her. Fran believed the richly detailed research on the Amazon Rainforest, the fascinating photos of de-forestation, and the graphs and statistical projections should have entranced her classmates as much as it had her.
Yawns and muted conversations were her reward for all her hard work, confirming her suspicions about her twelve-grade science. They were all assholes. Fran often wondered if they were best suited for scientific experimentation involving abnormalities of the brain.
She had been bravely continuing, imagining herself giving a dissertation at the Smithsonian, and letting the darkness of the room conceal the peanut gallery, when in the middle of describing the complexities of animal life she felt a strange and pleasant sensation between her legs. She stopped in mid-sentence, her laser pointer aimed at the ceiling, her face flush with pleasure and embarrassment.
"Is everything alright Fran?" Mr. Yardell lay his pen down on his desk. He slid his thick black glasses up the bridge of his nose, a habit he had when unsure what to do, and stood up slowly.
"Fran?"
Fran didn't hear him at first. She was stunned by this unexpected change in her body. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm down. Exhaling slowly she opened her eyes and noticed that the lights had been turned on and every face was as full of questions as she was. She had to get out of the classroom fast.
"Mr. Yardell, I suddenly feel nauseous. Can I use the restroom?"
"Of course. Let me send someone with you. Laurie?"
"That's ok." Fran ran out of the classroom and down the hall to the nearest bathroom.
The bathroom was empty. She whisked herself into the first stall and locked the door. Sitting on the toilet with her legs clenched tightly together and her arms wrapped around them, Fran focused on the floor tiles and counted the number of small black squares compared to the number of small white squares. Counting out loud she hoped that if she ignored what her body felt it would just go away.
The feeling became more distinct, and it felt as if fingers were rubbing her clit. She grabbed her crotch and pressed her hands as hard as she could between her legs but it didn't interfere with the roaming fingers. Fran unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down half expecting to see a disembodied hand running amok in her underwear but she only saw a damp spot in the middle of her new aqua blue panties.
She took the panties off and waved her hands frantically across her pussy, trying to wipe away whatever it was that was playing with her pussy but nothing she did made any difference.
This doesn't make any sense, she thought.
She was reaching for her panties when she felt fingers slide inside her. She had never felt anything like it. Her body responded despite her protestations. Her nipples hardened and begged her attention. Without thinking she touched her breasts through her T-shirt while still holding her pussy in her palm. The invisible fingers moved in and out and Fran stretched out. She pointed her feet and rubbed her clit.
She moaned not caring if anyone heard her. Thoughts of being discovered were no match for her body's demands. Her own fingers explored inside her pussy and she moved in unison with her invisible partner. She bit down on her lower lip when she came and her hands flew up to cover her mouth and muffle the sounds of her orgasm. She shuddered for a moment before collapsing against the toilet.
Her panties were too wet to put back on so she bunched them up into a ball and pulled her jeans up. When she opened the stall door she was surprised to see Laurie Rodgers standing in her way. Fran stumbled back and dropped her panties.
"Mr. Yardell sent me to check on you."
"I'm fine."
"I'm sure you are. Did you have fun?"
Fran's face reddened. Laurie looked down at the floor and picked up the panties. She unrolled them and saw the huge wet spot in the crotch.
"You fucking perv." She grinned.
Fran tried to grab her panties back but Laurie drew her arm away and held them behind her back.
"You're really something. You walked out of class to come in here and play with yourself." She laughed.
"Give them back." Fran demanded.
"Just wait until I tell everyone that little Fran was pussy plunging in the bathroom."
"Who's gonna believe you?" Fran pushed past her.
"They don't need to take my word for it. I'll just show them this." Laurie held up her phone. Fran gasped. On the screen was a photo of her on the toilet, legs wide, and her fingers deep inside her pussy.
"I know you were trying to be quiet but you're pretty noisy. I was hanging over the top of the stall next to you and you didn't hear me let alone see me. Nice picture. Although I'm betting you don't want anyone having a peek."
"Delete it." Fran demanded.
"Actually, I was thinking of posting it on Facebook."
Fran tried to grab the phone.
"Back off, bitch." Laurie pushed her away. "Try that again and I smash your teeth."
Laurie walked into an open stall. "Get in here or I press send."
Fran slipped into the stall.
"Take a seat."
Fran sat down on the toilet.
"Now. If you behave I'll delete it. But if you try that shit again I will send it faster than you can start crying about it."
"What do you want?"
Laurie knelt down in front of Fran and placed her hand on Fran's knee. "I've got to admit Fran that I liked what I saw."
Fran's face turned even redder as Laurie slid her hand between Fran's knees.
"Stop it." Fran slapped the hand.
Laurie held up the phone and said, "Uh-uh. Now shhh."
Laurie moved Fran's legs apart and gently stroked her thighs. Fran jerked causing Laurie to laugh.
"You know what to do."
"No, I don't." Tell me, Fran thought. Just tell me and I'll do it.
"Take off my jeans." Laurie stood up, one hand on her hip the other gripping the phone.
Fran closed her eyes and could feel the prickles of heat on her skin. She was more frightened than she had ever been in her life.
"C'mon Franny. Click. Click."
With trembling hands Fran unbuttoned the girl's jeans and slid them down to the ground. Laurie stepped out of them.
"Now my panties."
Fran hooked her fingers beneath the fabric, swallowed hard, and pulled the panties to the floor. Her face was inches away from Laurie's trimmed pussy. Laurie raised one leg and set her foot on the toilet seat. She took hold of Fran's head and pulled her face into her pussy.
"Start licking, freak."
Fran slowly opened her mouth and let the tip of her tongue slip out. She had barely made contact when Laurie shoved Fran's face more forcefully into her pussy.
"Get to work, Fran."
Fran couldn't breathe for a moment. She panicked and felt like she was choking. Laurie's grip was tight on her head and her neck hurt from the force. She didn't know what to do so she just started to lick, running her tongue up and down Laurie's outer lips. She must have been doing something right because Laurie was moaning and rubbing her fingers against the back of Fran's head.
"Eat me. Yes."
Fran parted Laurie's pussy with her tongue and shoved it inside. Fran wanted to cry when Laurie moaned. She took her hand away from Fran's neck and covered her mouth in the same way that Fran had done earlier.
"Oh fuck, yeah. Stick your finger in."
Fran shoved a finger in hard and began finger fucking her.
"Is everything alright in there girls?" It was Mr. Yardell.
