>You place the books to your morning classes into your locker.
>It’s lunch break and you are starving.
>Staying a few extra minutes after class ended may have cut into your free time but it was worth it now that you don’t have homework for calculus tonight.
>You close your locker and turn around to-
>Shit!
>Standing less than a foot in front of you is that girl who always wears sunglasses.
>And she’s just staring at you.
>How long has she been there?
“Uh, hey.”
>The low beat of a base can just barely be heard from the headphone she has in her ears.
>She gives small nods in time with each thump.
>Your eyes dart left then right down the hallway.
>Empty save you two.
“So…”
>Instantly the girl grabs your hand and places it down her pants.
>Soft curly hair tickles your palm and a wet set of lips sits on your middle finger.
>Immediately your eyes go wide
>On instinct you try to walk backward only to slam your body into the lockers.
>The girl keeps a grip on your hand.
>It stays right where she put it.
>Your body shakes as panic sets in.
“Look!  We should stop!”
>Though her eyes remain hidden you see her brows furrow in annoyance.
“I don’t know what’s going on and I don’t even know your name and we’re at school and we could get in really big trouble and-”
>You’re cut off mid sentence by her other hand securely covering your mouth.
>Her fingers give a firm squeeze around your cheeks.
>You breathing quickens at the realization that this girl is not going to let you go.
>What is going here!?
>Leading your hand with her own she moves your middle finger up and down her slit in long strokes.
>Her pubes rub against your palm causing both areas to start sweating.
>The wetness that started as enough to dampen your finger now coats the entire thing.
>It’s even enough to soak the ring finger which the girl makes sure to keep right next the middle.
>Without warning both digits are thrust inside.
>Your mind goes blank.
>The soft pliable smoothness is all you can concentrate on.
>You swear you can almost feel a texture.
>With each push of your fingers she rocks forward grinding her crotch on your hand.
>Breathy moans rise from the back of her throat.
>The pace never seems to quicken.
>It remains a steady pattern.
>Once again you hear rhythmic pule coming from her earbuds.
>In a single second you know she’s having you finger her in tempo with her music.
>She removes her hand from your face and puts it down her pants with the other.
>The stretchy fabric bulges to what you can only guess to be its limit.
>Grasping your thumb with her now free hand she guides it to a small fleshy bump.
>Her breath becomes quicker.
>She rubs your thumb erratically over her clit.
>Your fingers however never change speed.
>There’s now enough wetness on them that you feel it drip off every time they exit.
>The back of your knuckles feel just how much remains from the dampness that her panties aren’t able to soak up.
>Suddenly she slams your fingers in as deep as they will go.
>Then she clutches your wrist to ensure there is no escape.
>Her pace with your thumb only quickens.
>You feel the slick are gently squeeze around your appendages.
>Finger nails dig deep into your flesh.
>She exhales a long moan that slowly morphs into a sigh.
>Her voice is low for a girl’s.
>You now realize that you’ve never even heard this girl talk before.
>After regaining her breath she removes your hand.
>Bringing it to her face she places both fingers in her mouth.
>You feel the eyes behind those sunglasses stare right into you.
>You’ve never felt more vulnerable.
>Feeling a sensation similar to what they had experienced only shortly before she gently sucks on your fingers.
>Slowly she takes them out while her lips increase in pressure.
>They exit with a small wet pop.
>Deliberately she uses her tongue to lick off any remaining fluids
>Her eyes stay on you.
>Then she swallows.
>Taking out her phone from her jacket pocket she taps a button.
>The change of her music can be heard without difficulty in the quite of the hallway.
>The girl you don’t know then turns and walks away.
>You are left all alone.
>Your fingers feel slightly sticky.
>An almost sour smell still lingers where you stand.
>All you can do is stand there and try to think.
"What the fuck just happened?"