Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
Elizabeth tapped her pencil on her desk; she couldn't wait for school to end. It was only 4th hour though!
"Beep!" Her phone chimed only so loud that Elizabeth could hear; it was a text from her boyfriend, Ryan.
"Hey, baby," The text read, "I'm so bored, can't wait to see you tonight... What should we do? ;)"
Elizabeth smiled as she typed back, "I bet we'll think of something. ;)"
Elizabeth was a gorgeous 18 year old. She had soft, light brown hair and piercing blue eyes. She was petite and slim, with firm B-Cups. Just thinking about tonight with Ryan made her horny.
She quietly swished her hand across her moistening pussy as she glanced at the clock again.
All of a sudden, she jumped up. "Mr. Burlin," she said, "May I please use the bathroom?"
Mr. Berlin was a 30 something year old man, not bad looking for his age. He had wavy, dark hair and a decent build. He looked at Elizabeth suspiciously, but then nodded and continued grading papers.
Elizabeth gratefully skipped out of class and raced to the bathroom. Once she was there, she slipped off her mini-skirt and rubbed her aching pussy through her lacy, pink panties.
Her panties were already moist, and Elizabeth let a tiny moan escape her perfect, pink lips. She slid her panties aside, and stuck one finger in. She leaned against bathroom stall, then stuck another finger in. She began finger fucking herself.
"Ohh, oh my... oh!" She gasped, not bothering to keep quiet. Everyone was in class, anyway. Her tiny, manicured fingers pumped in and out of her pink pussy. Her other hand tore off her shirt and began to rub her nipple.
"Mmmm, ohh.." She continued to moan.
She heard footsteps, but could care less. She was nearing climax.
"Elizabeth?" A voice called.
"Mmm, ohh, oh my gosh, oh my goshhh," she yelled.
To her horror (or was it delight?), Mr. Burlin had pushed open the stall and was watching her with wide eyes.
"Miss Tarin! I sent you to the bathroom 10 minutes ago, and you've been doing this?"
Elizabeth had stopped masturbating, and was now trying to cover up her exposed body.
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
"Sorry?" Elizabeth tryed, pulling up her skirt.
"I'm afraid sorry's not going to cut it, young lady, get your clothes on and come with me!"