[Sexual content]
The wall of the bathroom stall is hard behind your back, but it's sturdy and though you are small, you're almost glad of it.
The boy is at your front, his breath sweet, his mouth tasting of some sweet beverage laced with the sharp undertones of alcohol. You'd just met him, but you like his smile, and you weren't ready to go up to the room where the other girls were taking the boys they found. So here you are, with his mouth on yours, one hot, nearly sweaty hand running up between your thighs.
This was what girls here did. Perhaps not in the bathroom, but one of them had done worse in the middle of the club outside, and at least they were behind a closed door.
You moaned into his mouth as his hand found its way into your panties, his fingers a bit rougher than you were expecting, but not disagreeably so. You are already slick there, but not as slick as you could have been.
His mouth was on your throat then, one clumsy hand at your breast. His hand worked under the fine material of your dress, pushing into the bra you wore to grope you, hot fingers pinching your nipple. You can't help but think that he would be better at this and as soon as the thought crosses your mind, you know it's not the boy in front of you that you want. Not his clumsy, rough fingers or his sticky sweet mouth, but you want a man's touch, slow and sweet and sure, and there's only one man that can keep you safe and push you to the very edge of orgasm simply by thinking of his hands in place of this boy's.
"No, no, stop," you start to say, your small hands finding his shoulders and pushing at him. "I'm sorry, sorry." you say, over and over again as his fingers slide out of you, pushing wetness across your thigh. You step past him, unlocking the door, feeling far too flushed, but there's only one set of hands you want on you right now. Maybe ever, you're not sure, but you know that they don't belong to this boy. You do your best to straighten your dress, set yourself to rights, and you hear him, behind you, trying to convince you to come back even as you pull the door open and run right into him.