Preludes Ch. 06: Good Chemistry

Ryan's wasn't overly large or impressive, but it just looked right. It was the kind of penis Rachel would usually picture when she found herself idly glancing at a boy's pants and imagining what he might be working with. It was the kind of penis that just felt right in her mouth. It was the kind of penis she liked to suck.

Letting these happy thoughts course through her brain, Rachel decided to waste no further time. She leaned up tall off her ankles and gave Ryan a few gentle rubs and a warm smile before slipping his dick through her lips and deeply into her mouth. She tasted him slightly on her tongue and she grinned at the realization that he'd surely been worked up for quite a while now.

She shivered as she imagined that both boys had likely begun getting aroused from the moment she'd brought her hands seductively to her chest in the hallway earlier. She figured they had hardened further when she'd agreed to do them both and that they'd probably been close to the edge by the time they'd all stepped into the bathroom. And while Drew had gotten to experience sweet, soothing relief soon after, she imagined that Ryan had been stuck in a state of torturous arousal ever since.

She wondered what he had been thinking and feeling standing guard as she'd sucked his friend off in the stall a few feet away. Just a thin door separating him from watching her work. He had certainly heard some of their noises. The bathroom was totally silent and every little sound was amplified. She hadn't really been going out of her way to be noisy but she hadn't avoided it either. She tingled, picturing Ryan straining with pleasure and listening to her gentle squeaks and sucking noises as she worked Drew's dick in her mouth. He had probably wanted to see it so badly. She wondered if had peeked...

Ryan had indeed peeked. The sounds of a blowjob were hot and erotic and he had not been able to resist looking in. And it had been so hot. The image of Rachel skillfully blowing his friend had forced him to grab his pants harshly to remain in control. But it was nothing compared to what he was seeing (and feeling now).

As he looked down at Rachel's soft hair and pretty face bobbing away in front of him, he dug his fingers into his own thigh. She was so good at it. And while he couldn't be sure, it seemed like she was being a bit louder and perhaps more enthusiastic with him than she had been with Drew. And then there was the superior view he was being treated to with her shirt hiked up and her intoxicating chest out on full display.

Her heavy breasts shook gently, almost as if they were trying to keep pace with the smooth motions of her head and neck. He desperately wanted to reach down and grab ahold once more but he also didn't want to disturb her in the slightest way. She was clearly in control of what she was doing, and although it was fast and intense, it was at the same time steady and calm. She wasn't bouncing around roughly and losing her grip on him. She was blowing him smoothly with great skill and finesse. Her expression was serious, but yet still relaxed. She was down on the floor, doing something that she simply knew how to do very, very well.

And it was also clear that she was enjoying it. Eager moaned escaped her lips and she smiled as she slid his cock generously into her mouth with each turn. She was gripping him by his lower hamstrings, just above the back of his knees, but she had occasionally removed one hand to bring it to her breasts and squeeze in roughly. And that wasn't all.

Ryan almost control of it all as he saw her reach a hand down to her legs. He gasped and felt his dick twitch as her fingers disappeared up the front of her black skirt. He heard her whimper more forcefully and he watched as her eyes fluttered. Was she...touching herself? He couldn't believe it. It was almost too hot to take.

Rachel felt an electric shock flash between her legs as she slipped her fingers inside her underwear. She swirled teasingly over the front of her pussy, but the angle was awkward with her skirt and she withdrew her hand in frustration. She was pulsing between her legs and she burned with arousal as the dirty thoughts of her second blowjob soaked through her brain.

The whole scene made her head swim. Rachel had certainly sucked a few dicks in school bathrooms in her day, but it had been a while since she'd been so easily and effortlessly propositioned into it. She thought about the first time she'd gone up to the 'film room' with Austin a few weeks back and how she'd been apprehensive at first that it wasn't a secure location. But it was practically Fort Knox compared to generously servicing two boys in the main bathroom in the middle of the afternoon.

Not only that, she was skipping class! And likely taking another zero for an assignment. All so that she could be led into a stall and let a couple of casual friends of hers cum in her mouth. Her tits were out and her knees hurt as they pressed harshly into the ceramic and grout. The pain actually helped to heighten her pleasure. She loved what she was doing. And while she looked forward to Ryan's release (as she always did) she was also in no rush for anything to end.

It didn't end, but in that moment, something did happen to shake her from her deep thoughts. A quick flashback to Greg sliced its way into her brain as she heard a door swing open and footsteps approach. Her senses tingled.

Someone had come into the bathroom.

Both Ryan and Rachel tensed up at the sound, but in stark contrast to her nervous reaction with Greg several months back, this time Rachel did not stop what she was doing. She brought the volume down but she kept sucking Ryan's dick like nothing had changed. She was too wound up to think about stopping and the excitement of a new person in the room only encouraged her further.

Ryan, for his part, actually reacted more. He was initially shocked that Rachel had not pulled off him but he quickly decided that he wasn't going to stop her either. Drew was out there and hopefully he'd run enough interference to make sure that whoever entered ended up exiting none the wiser.

However, Ryan was kind of tall and he realized instantly that from the far angle of the bathroom door it was possible that his head could be seen. If so, it wouldn't look right as he was facing away from the toilet. Thinking quickly, he brought a hand to Rachel's head to steady her and he sat down onto the seat. His quick motion jolted Rachel a bit but she moved with him and scooted up adjust her angle. She dropped her head for fully into his lap and continued to suck generously on his dick as he sat awkwardly on the edge of the bowl.

Drew had been idly leaning up against the adjacent stall, half-playing with his phone, half-excitedly listening to the sounds of Rachel sucking away nearby. She seemed to be making more noise with Ryan and he wondered if this meant she was doing him better. He felt a little jealous but he shook his head as he figured that this was the price of going first. Maybe she was a little hornier now after getting felt up. Whatever. He (and his dick) surely had no complaints.

The opening of the door had startled him and he moved quickly to slip his phone away and step towards a urinal. Unzipping his pants, he swallowed and pretended to be taking a leak as the newcomer approached. He casually glanced over his shoulder to see if he knew who was coming. It either had to be someone from a different grade or someone who had a similar schedule with a free period right then. His eyes widened in knowing surprise as the face became clear. He swallowed again and spoke as nonchalantly as he could.

"Whattup, Brad?"

Back in the stall, Rachel had returned to autopilot mode as she adjusted to her new position. Somehow she was even more turned on at the way she had been moved. She was now kneeling over and bringing her face close to the edge of the toilet. In the boys' room.

Kneeling on the tile and giving a little head was already kind of gross, but sucking dick while she brought her mouth down towards the rim of the bowl took it further. Ryan's new position left sitting on the toilet with his legs now bowed as she leaned in deeply and serviced him. She felt a shiver that combined revulsion and strange arousal as her breast bounced and made contact with the cool porcelain of the toilet's edge. It was filthy and somehow erotic. She trembled and continued to suck away.

But the second she'd heard Drew's words, her eyes had shot open wide and she'd almost given them all away with a startled gasp. Brad! Of all the people to walk into the bathroom right now! She felt hot tingles shoot through her face as he brain raced to process the situation.

It made sense, actually. The three boys were all on the lacrosse team and were good friends. So it wasn't strange that they might have similar class schedules. It was still a coincidence that he'd choose this moment to walk in but it wasn't beyond the pale that he might use his free time to hit the bathroom. Rachel recovered from her jolt and continued sucking.

Brad smiled at Drew's salutation and raised his chin towards his friend. "Yo, dude. What's good?"

Drew nodded back and attempted to keep his face casual.

"Not a whole lot. Just taking a leak. Wish every fucking period was study hall!" He laughed nervously.

There were only three urinals, and in Drew's hastiness to simply act like he was doing something, he had jumped into the center spot. Brad assessed the scene and shot his friend an annoyed glance. Not wanting to break any unspoken "guy code," he moved past Drew and began walking towards the stalls.

Drew whipped his head around and widened his eyes as he saw Brad reach for the handicapped door. It was locked but he couldn't take the risk. He panicked and blurted out without really thinking.

"Nah, dude! Um, Ry's in that one."

Shit. He hadn't meant to say all that but he'd had to say something! The locks on the stalls weren't exactly deadbolts. What if Brad had yanked it firmly and it had popped free? Rachel, topless on her knees, with Ryan's dick in squarely her mouth would be the sight that greeted him.

Not that Brad would say anything. In fact, it had been Brad's story about his threesome with her that had first stoked the flames that led them to where they were right now. Brad hadn't said it was her, and even once the rumor flew around school, he'd still denied it. But everyone knew. Rebecca had not been shy about laying out the details. That girl still seemed to be on the warpath.

Drew flinched and felt a little knot in his stomach as he recalled that it had actually been him and Ryan who had inadvertently let the cat out of the bag when they had jokingly teased Rebecca in the hallway that morning, assuming that she'd been the girl in the threesome. It had taken Drew a while to put the pieces together but he had felt bad about it once he had. He was over it now though. What could he do? It hadn't been him who had fucked his best friend's ex...

Regardless, he didn't want to jam Rachel (or Ryan) up right now. It was his job to keep a lookout and he needed to do that. So he'd blurted out as a desperate attempt to stay in control of the situation. It had been risky, but it was better than the potential alternative.

Meanwhile, Ryan and Rachel's eyes both shot wide when they heard what he'd said. After a moment of panic, they both relaxed as they realized that it didn't really mean anything. It was weird that he had said it, but all it meant to Brad was that the stall was occupied and that he should choose another. Rachel rolled her eyes and continued to slide her lips smoothly around Ryan's cock.

Brad stopped as he heard Drew's objection. He spun back towards him with a funny look before turning back towards the stalls and smirking.

"Jesus, you two really are like a couple of girls! You even go to the bathroom together?" He laughed loudly and pushed open the door to the adjacent stall. As he stepped in, he banged on the adjoining wall and called out sarcastically.

"Yo Ry-AN! Are you gonna come out and help shake it for your boyfriend when he's done?"

Ryan gritted his teach and focused intensely on the pleasure shooting through him. He closed his eyes and spoke calmly, with an even tone. As if he was in middle of watching a movie and didn't even really want to acknowledge the question.

"Fuck you, dude."

He stifled a gasp as Rachel worked her tongue around his shaft. God, she was making this difficult.

Brad laughed again and shook his head. Bringing his focus to what he was doing, he unzipped his pants and began to pee into the toilet in front of him. On the other side of the wall, Rachel shivered at the sound. It mainly grossed her out. Here was Brad using the bathroom just two feet away. Sick. It was probably spraying little droplets onto the floor right near where she was kneeling.

But part of her tingled with sharp arousal as she thought of Brad's dick being out so close to her. Just as it had been with her English teacher that time, she couldn't help but get more turned on at the close positioning of everything. She was sucking a penis right now and another one was out, nearby to her face, separated only by a thin stall wall. Her thoughts flashed suddenly to sucking Brad's dick and what they'd done in Matt's basement. The sensation of him fucking her from behind flooded her senses and her pussy throbbed.

She didn't really have much to say to Brad these days. After the drama with Rebecca had erupted, they had both become pariahs for a while. However, as is usually the unjust case, the boy had been forgiven and forgotten while the girl remained the shamed slut. The awkwardness of the situation had led them both to avoid one another as a result.

For his part, Brad still had strange feelings towards Rachel. He cared about her and also lusted for another experience. And he felt sadness and confusion. He felt bad that she didn't want anything to do with him, but at least he understood that. What he didn't understand were the rumors swirling about her lately and how she had seemingly slid even deeper into depravity. From what he'd been hearing, she'd been giving out blowjobs like Halloween candy.

And then there was Matt. Brad had felt his stomach tighten when his friend had excitedly told him how he had talked her into coming over somewhat regularly to suck his dick. And he'd almost gotten sick when Matt had shared that she was now letting him fuck her as well. Why? Why him? And why everyone else? Why was she doing any of it?

He knew Rebecca had been skewering her constantly and he'd guessed it wasn't a surprise that Rachel might try to cope with the pain in such wild ways. He also blamed himself. He should never have pushed himself on her. He had known it was a bad idea from the beginning, but he just hadn't been able to help himself. And in those moments, the pleasure had been too intense to think of anything else.

While Rachel had felt nothing but paralyzing shame and self-loathing in the immediate aftermath of what they had done, those feelings had slowly been perverted into thoughts of wrongful excitement. When her mind was clear and rational, painful regret dominating the memory. But if she thought of Brad and what they had done while in even the slightest of revved up states, such pain faded softly into the background.

In its place there was now only arousal. She would picture him sliding into her from behind on that couch as she'd held Matt in her mouth. How the boys had combined to cum all over her body. It was so raw and dirty that it made her buzz with excitement. She'd brought herself to orgasm more than once fantasizing about it. And she'd confusingly caught herself wanting to do it all again.

It might have been part of the reason she was hooking up with Matt. Although that was born more of her self-loathing than arousal, she wondered if a small part of her was also simply trying to recapture the raw sexual intensity of the feelings she'd had when she'd been with Brad that morning. As she sucked Ryan's dick in deep and let the memories flash across her brain, she let out an involuntary moan. Her eyes shot open. It had been louder than she had intended. Loud enough to possibly be heard a few feet away.

And it had been heard a few feet away. Because Drew heard it from the urinal. And if he could hear it from there then-.

He cursed himself and moved on instinct. With a quick flick of his wrist, he slammed the flusher on the urinal. In an instant, the only sound that could be heard in the room was the loud crashing of water as the urinal flushed and drained. He breathed out deeply in cautious relief. But had he been too late?

Brad, too, had heard the noise and his eyes had darted with a start towards the wall dividing him from Ryan. It was an odd noise. Sounded like a groan. But not exactly like Ryan. He'd begun to consider it curiously, but the sound of Drew flushing had snapped his thought away. He shrugged his shoulders. Oh well.

Ryan had looked down at Rachel with alarm as he'd heard her slip. Rachel had also realized what she had done, and for the first time, she'd stopped sucking his dick and instead froze her mouth as she'd held it around him. But as soon as the water sounds filled the room, her comfort came back and she'd resumed blowing him under the protective curtain of the white noise.

When the flushing sounds concluded, Drew moved quickly to turn on a sink and feign washing his hands. The room again filled with sounds of water running and he felt very proud of himself for acting so quickly. He grimaced as he pictured Ryan in his shoes under the same circumstances. That idiot would've surely have fucked it all up if they had been in opposite places. He swallowed and shook his head. Thank God he had gone first.

Over in the stall, Brad concluded his business and zipped up his pants. He kicked the flusher with his shoe and brought a hand into the pocket of the lacrosse windbreaker he was wearing, running his fingers across a few coins. He had been on his way to get a soda when he'd passed the bathroom and decided to pop in real quick.

He reached for the handle to leave the stall, while simultaneously pulling the coins out of his pocket to count them. As often happens, he was unable to navigate both actions seamlessly and he winced as he felt a coin slip from his fingers and fall to the floor. He closed his eyes quickly and muttered under his breath. Shit. He hated dropping something on the bathroom floor. It was probably filthy now.

Shaking his head with a grimace, he bent down gingerly to pick up the quarter that was still spinning gently by his shoe. He crouched and scooped it up and began to rise back to his feet when he froze. He had seen something out of the corner of his eye that seemed out of place. Skin. And the positioning had been weird. It wasn't Ryan's leg. It had looked like-.

Brad's eyes went wide. Holy shit! A girl's leg! Cautiously, he crouched back down and peered carefully under the gap below the wall that separated him from Ryan's stall. He stifled a gasp as his vision confirmed his suspicions.

His view was limited, but he clearly saw the exciting image of a smooth, slender lower leg pushed parallel along the floor tile with a black flat shoe pressed toe-down at its base. And a bare knee that rested just inches from a boy's shoe which was pointed back towards that direction. Ryan's shoe.

But whose leg?

Brad shot up with a start and smiled widely to himself as he thought about it. Fuck me! Okay, Ry! Dude's getting some head in the stall! No wonder Drew had acted all weird when he'd come in. He knew! Brad's eyes went even wider. Oh shit! Had this girl (whoever she was) done him, too? Whoa!