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BetweenHerLegs says --

This story, like all BetweenHerLegs stories, is a literary exploration of sexual fantasy.  
It it not intended to describe actual persons or events, nor to condone or encourage any of these activities.  
Likewise, this and every other piece of erotica on this site should not be read by or to minors,
nor by or to anyone for whom these materials are illegal, immoral, or ill-advised.

Otherwise... enjoy!

Love and kisses,

Jenny (ManyJennies@yahoo.com)

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"Katie's Mens Room Quickie"

by BetweenHerLegs

© Jenny Clark, 2008

My name is Travis, and this is the story of how I got my bone wet in the men's room outside my class in college.

It was world history survey.  A class of a couple hundred people in an auditorium-type room.  I was sitting there, minding my own business before lecture got started, looking around the room, watching the pussy walk in, watching the tail work its way down stairs.  Normal guy shit.  When I noticed this girl way down in front looking back at me.  I could tell she was looking right at me, and she didn't flinch when I looked back.  There was an intensity in her eyes that took me by surprise.  I couldn't even think until she finally turned towards the front as the prof got out his notes and got ready to lecture.

I'm sure I must have seen the girl before, but she wasn't the kind of girl that stuck in a guy's mind unless he wasn't gettin' any, and I had a girlfriend at the time who defined easy, so any other action had to be particularly stellar for me to remember.  It's not that the girl was ugly, just sorta plain.  She was pale, and didn't wear any makeup.  She was thin, and dressed pretty conservatively.  Looked like a brown and yellow flower-print dress.

But now she had me curious.  I kept looking in her direction as class unfolded  I wondered if this girl had been watching me before and I just never noticed.  I started to think maybe she had some kind of long-distance crush on me.  And I kept looking in her direction.  And damned if this girl in my section of the auditorium didn't keep asking questions.  Every time she did, the girl down front would look back, but she wasn't looking at the girl.  She was looking at me.  And she looked a little longer than the question was asked, too, her face expressionless but still intense.

I really began to suspect she had a thing for me.  This intrigued me so much I couldn't take my eyes off her.  I started to realize that her hair was actually kind of pretty.  It was very straight, very shiny.  It was long, hanging between her shoulder-blades.  It was brown with copppery highlights, and it fell lightly to either side of her high forehead.

The second time she looked back my way during a question, I noticed that her eyes were grey, and even though her lashes were thin and mascara free they seemed to be pretty long.  And her lips, while not made up at all, had a natural lilt to them, and her lower lip was very rounded and almost naturally red.  She was plain, but kinda pretty for a plain girl.

I offered her a quick smile and she held my gaze without expression.

The third time she looked in my direction, I made a show of looking her over.  With exaggerated eye movements I looked at the shape of her face, and realized that there was something both pleasant and stimulating about the angularity of her simple features.  I eye-stroked her arms, which were thin and not all that shapely, but seemed very smooth.  Her complexion was certainly clean and clear, even if it lacked color.  Then I let my eyes linger on her chest.  Not magnificent, but certainly perky and if her breasts looked like the rest of her skin, I'm sure they would be fun to play with.  My eyes moved up to her face, lingered, then slid back down to her chest.

Still, she continued to look at me, but offered me no expression.  But there was a vibe or something going on between us, and I could feel waves of something very strong coming from her.  I began to feel butterflies in my stomach.

"What the fuck?" I thought to myself.  I couldn't let myself look at the girl the whole rest of class.  I was getting turned on by this plain, kinda creepy chick in the front row, when I had a fantastic piece of ass at home and enough of my grandpa's Cuban good looks to pick up another hot piece if I wanted it.

At the end of class, I finally looked back down, and I was that she was staring at me again, as she stood and packed her bags.  I allowed myself to look over the rest of her body as she stood.  Her waist was actually quite trim, and her hips subtle but attractively set off.  Her breasts hung nicer on her frame than I had credited.  When she walked up the stairs, I took the opportunity of watching her ass, and it was small, but very tight and it moved like a woman's should move.

Haunted by the image of her grey eyes staring up at me, I exited the class myself, and turned the corner into the hallway with the restrooms.  There she was.  Standing, her coat off and her bag on the floor.  She was leaning against the wall next to the men's room.  Silently, she beckoned me towards her with a long, thin finger tipped with an unpainted but very long nail.

I'm not sure why, but I moved towards her, and I continued to do so even as she quietly backed into the men's room through the push door.  The two of us stood near the sink in the men's room, looking into each other’s eyes but not saying a word.  Another man was pissing at a urinal and gave a startled shout when he turned around and saw the girl.  He left without washing his hands.

I felt such desperate, longing waves coming from the girl that, insane as it might be, I actually turned around and twisted the dead bolt on the door. When I came back to the girl, she was perched on the counter of the bathroom sink, her shoes on the floor.

Wordlessly, she parted her lips, spread her arms and legs a little, and I obliged by  entering her embrace and kissing her.  Plain as she was, I've never had a sexier kiss in my life.  The flesh of her lips was very soft and silky, but her lips kissed very firmly and she actually used her lips to pry my lips apart, then my teeth, so that she had both lips and her tongue inside my mouth, massaging my tongue.

When the kiss ended, she leaned back a little, a string a of saliva running between our mouths.  "I'm Katie," she said.  Her voice was very soft and sweet.

"Travis," I responded, bending in for another kiss.

Though she returned it, she broke it off early.  "We don't have time for that shit, Travis."  Her voice was still so soft I had to train to hear it, and so sweet she might have been a virgin little girl.  "They'll open that door before too long."

"What do you have in mind then?"

Her face was still basically expressionless as she slid a pair of glasses out of a subtle pocket on the waist of her dress.  She was all business, but what a business it was. "I'm going to give you a nasty blow job while we call each other vile names, and then you're going to cum all over my glasses, and then I will get myself off with my fingers while I clean my glasses with my tongue."

"Dirty little slut aren't you?"

Finally I saw the beginnings of a smile.  "That's a good start," she purred, pushing me back and sliding off the counter.  She got to her knees in front of me.

When Katie freed my cock it was already filling up, if not yet getting hard, but it didn't take her much time to complete the transformation.  This plain girl, kneeling in front of me in her dress on the men's room floor, took my cock in her hand and spat on it three times rapidly.  Her thin, pale fingers worked the spit all over my cock and then she spat again three times, getting enough lube to stroke me rapidly to full erection with her little fist.

I watched in silent ecstasy as Katie puckered her lips tightly and then pressed against the head of my cock, allowing it to slowly force her lips apart.  She worked slowly, keeping her lips very tight on my flesh, and the slow pace surprisingly added to the sexual pleasure.  She breathed through her nose until she had her nose buried in my pubic hair and the tip of my manhood well within her throat.  

"Oh, god, you whore," I grunted.

I've had a lot of blowjobs in my life, and many of them were fantastic, but no one did me like Katie.  Keeping her head motionless, she began to move her tongue in a wave-like motion, putting soft, wet pressure right on the tender pathway in the center.  Then, there began a strange, guttural throbbing sound, and I felt her throat convulsing around my cock.  It was a feeling unlike anything else, and I gripped her shoulder roughly with one hand and got a handful of hair with the other.

"Oh, god, bitch, I'm gunna cum right down your skanky throat."

She pulled off forcefully, sticky saliva forming a net between my organ and her mouth.  "You like that, huh?" she asked, fisting my thoroughly soaked cock as hard and fast as she could.

"Fuckin' right I do, you creepy little slut."

"You like having your big, throbbing cock sucked in the men's room don't you?"

"Oh yeah," I grunted, clenching my muscles as I got closer.

She reached out with her tongue to lick around the circumference of my cock while she continued to beat me off.  

"You like the idea of cumming where a bunch of men take their shits and piss, don't you?"

"Yeah, bitch."

"You're just a dirty fag at heart," she snarled, spitting all over my cock and working her fist even harder.  "You wish one of those men would actually burst down that door and come in on us."  She extended her tongue and rubbed the tip of my cock up and down on it's flat surface while her hand did it's thing.  "You filthy, ass-fucker cock-sucker in denial," she said, spitting on my cock again.  "You wish you had a man here to suck while I did this."

"No way, you freaky little cunt," I growled, struggling with my hands on the back of her head to get back in her mouth.

"You mean I'm enough for you?"

"Yes."

"I'm not ugly?"

"No."

"I'm not boring."

"No."

"You like the way my little mouth feels?"

"Yes."

"You want to cum all over my quiet little face?"

"Yes!"

"And you're about to do it soon aren't you?" she asked, suddenly face fucking me with all her might.  Her lips weren't as tight as they had been before, but they were still strong and firm.  

"Yes, any minute now!"

She choked on my cock and went back to fisting me, my cock pointing between her eyes.  "You used to think I was plain, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"And now in five minutes I've blown your mind!"  And she gave my cock a twist with her hand -- and I launched.  The first shot landed between her eyes, but she guided it like a fire house so that she could direct subsequent shots right onto the lenses of her glasses.

When I had fully unloaded on her, she wordlessly took the glasses over and began licking them clean.  First the frames, then working in from the perimeter of the lenses in slow, easy circles.  As she did this, she lifted her skirt to her waist and stuck her hand inside her panties.  Licking my cum off her glasses, she frigged herself mercilessly.  In and out inside her panties.  In and out.  In and out.  Then she got her clit, and lost her control and pacing on her glasses.  Her tongue was a flurry of motion.  She even let out a moan.  And then, with little fanfare, she stopped, held herself tense for a moment, and tears streamed down her cheek.

Concluding the business she stood up, tucked the glasses back in her pocket and looked at me with her usual blank intensity.

"Travis," she said simply, nodding, and going to unlock the men's room door.  

I stared after her, equal parts turned on and bewildered.  I hardly even realized that my cum-sticky cock was still hanging out of my pants when she made her exit and the restroom was back open for business.

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