7. Madness in the restroom

Cassie POV

I took Joe Wilson to the women’s bathroom at the college. He must have already figured out what I really wanted, so he gladly followed me, our hands intertwined. I was careful, checking to make sure no one else was in the bathroom, and we got lucky—the place was empty.

I led him to the last stall and made sure to lock the door properly so no unlucky soul would interrupt us during the act. With a mischievous smile, I pushed Joe onto the toilet seat to sit down.

Once he settled in, looking at me suggestively, I straddled his lap, one leg on each side of his body, in a sensual way, and kissed him with desire while grinding against him.

Joe’s hands caressed my back as our tongues battled, fueled by desire and lust. He kissed my jaw and neck when we ran out of air, forcing us to break the kiss. I threw my head back and let out a slightly loud moan, feeling his hands slide eagerly down my body, under my skirt.

“You caught me off guard, you know?” he commented as we got lost in the moment in the bathroom. “I love it when you get naughty like this, kitten.”

I smiled at his words and went back to kissing him, feeling his erection, already hard, pressing against the sensitive spot between my legs.

“You really like it?” I teased, slipping my hand under his shirt and caressing his defined chest.

“I love it, I really love it…”

“Then fuck me hot, I know you’ve been dreaming about it. I know how much you want me…” I whispered those words softly in his ear.

He kissed me harder, grabbing me possessively now. I moved my hands to his belt and undid it hastily, with no patience for foreplay. If Joe wanted to take it slow, too bad, because I wanted to be fucked right away.

My pussy was practically burning with desire, craving to be fucked immediately. I just wanted a quickie to relieve the intense horniness I was feeling.

I slid my hand into his pants, which were loose after I unbuckled his belt, and grabbed his cock. It wasn’t that big, but it would do the job—at that moment, I was so desperate I’d take anything. I started jerking him off while we exchanged kisses and sighs.

He pushed my panties to the side and took my hand that was holding his dick, guiding it to my entrance, making his tip rub against it in the process. I sighed, my whole body trembling with desire.

Then, I lowered myself onto his cock, feeling that virile member penetrate me with gusto. I let out a loud moan, feeling my walls being thoroughly filled…

Joe gripped my waist and started encouraging me to bounce on his cock. The movements only got faster as I picked up the pace, letting out involuntary moans with each thrust, feeling my pussy take him in so well.

“Yes! More… Fuck me harder!” I begged with my eyes closed and mouth half-open, moaning his name like the slut I was.

I don’t know how his mouth ended up on my breasts, but it was there, sucking my large, hard breasts as he fucked me with short, hurried thrusts. I had to brace my legs and one arm against the stall wall as he fucked me so desperately.

Joe devoured me with all the hunger he’d been holding back all this time, wanting me but never getting to have me, and I was loving it—it was exactly what I wanted, finally getting what I craved so badly.

“What a fucking hot little slut…!” he panted between thrusts, driving me crazier for him. I wanted to fuck him more often.

“Yes… I’m your little slut. Fuck your little slut’s pussy, fuck…” I pleaded as he rubbed my clit with his nimble fingers.

“My little slut, I’m gonna fuck you so much… Ah…!”

“Yes, more… Oh my God… Oh!” I moaned loudly when I reached my climax, rolling my eyes as the orgasm surged through my entire body.

He lifted me desperately, standing up from the toilet, opened the lid, pulled his cock out of me, and aimed his cum into the bowl, spilling his whitish, watery liquid there.

“Ahhh, fuck… shit…” he moaned along with me, his whole body tensing as he relieved himself. I stayed clinging to him, still wrapped around his body for a bit longer. When he finished, we laughed together and shared one last kiss.

I got down from his arms, cleaned myself up, and fixed my clothes. He did the same. “Does this always happen?” he asked after a while.

“Hm? What’d you say?” I responded with a question.

“I asked if you always get this fiery.” He laughed, and I joined him, fixing my hair.

“Depends on how attracted I am to the guy,” I said with a wink. I grabbed my bag and left the stall, heading toward the bathroom mirror. I washed my hands and face and touched up my makeup.

Joe washed his hands and splashed water on his face too. “I’m flattered to hear you find me attractive.” He tried to steal a kiss, but I pulled back a little. We’d already fucked and were satisfied for now—why the kiss? “What’s wrong? It’s just a kiss.”

“Don’t go falling for me, okay? It was just a quickie,” I said, and I saw his face fall with sadness. I knew I wasn’t being fair, but how was I supposed to explain to Joe that I was acting on an uncontrollable desire for a guy I met at a club a week ago, who was twice my age?

Luckily, at that moment, a student walked through the bathroom door. She was one of those religious girls who wore oversized clothes and loved judging everyone, acting superior. She squealed when she saw Joe in the women’s bathroom, and I rolled my eyes—she was about to get insufferable.

“What depravity!” she spat. “You should be ashamed, you devil’s spawn!” She hurled those words at us and, after her lovely speech, stormed out of the bathroom.

Joe and I burst out laughing at her scene. “Hear that, Joe Wilson? We’re depraved,” I teased, amused.

“Yeah, straight to hell.” He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him in a sexy way. I felt my body collide with his, and I smiled.

“Spending eternity with you in hell wouldn’t be so bad—you’re decent enough,” I said, and he grinned goofily at my words.