The Washroom Affair | By : ShadowKitten011 Category: +M to R > Princess Principal Views: 233 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Notes: Written for Kinktober 2023, prompts 9 (Glory Hole) and 22 (Intercrural sex).
Additional Content Note: Consensual infidelity.
Ange discovered the breach in security entirely by accident.
The spies of the Principal Team were all girls, and as such found the girl's washroom in the main building of Queen's Mayfair Academy the ideal place to discuss sensitive matters. All of the Kingdom's agents, bodyguards, and operatives on campus were male. Well, all the competent ones in any case.
On the day in question, Ange entered the washroom out of simple necessity. She had to use the toilet.
Out of habit, she went to the furthest stall, the one built against the wall, with only one other stall next to it.
She had tugged down her bloomers and tights, settled down on the toilet, and then noticed a hole. No effort had been made to disguise it, though it had cloth of some sort lining the inside.
Ange frowned. It was unthinkable that the staff and administrators of the academy could have failed to find such a thing. It was therefore either recent, or was indeed concealed when not in use.
She leaned forward, adjusting the skirt of her uniform to maintain modesty. She peered into the hole with one eye. It took a moment for her vision to adjust to the dim light on the other side.
She could see, just barely, an eye. She couldn't see the color, or any other features. It widened and blinked.
Ange sat back up. She stared at the hole.
This was an issue. Most likely, this was simply made by some pervert who wanted to peep in on girls in the toilet. There was a non-zero chance it was an operation by the Kingdom, to keep an eye on the Princess. That said, it was poorly placed for that purpose. It would have been smarter for the hole to be smaller, concealed by artifice.
Ange made a mental note to check the walls by the sinks for just such a hole.
Any doubts she might have had as to the purpose of the hole left her mind, when something started to poke through.
It was a dark reddish peach in color, rounded on the end, slightly wrinkled.
Ange knew a penis when she saw one. Not that she made any point of looking at them, mind. As a spy, she had received education and training on subjects that were generally not considered proper for a lady. Sex and seduction foremost.
Of course things like that weren't her specialty, nor her interest.
As the dick pushed through the hole, to a length just over five inches, Ange mused that Dorothy ought to be here. She would enjoy this.
Maybe she was responsible for this, somehow?
Well, she wasn't here now. Ange's cheeks turned pink as the reality of the situation sunk in. Someone had been peering in on her as she pulled down her underclothes. Someone who had, apparently, enjoyed the show. If the firmness of the fully erect cock was anything to judge by.
"Hey," a voice said from the other side of the wall. It was reasonably deep and masculine. A boy or young man, past puberty. She didn't recognize it though.
Ange blinked. "Yes?"
"Sorry. I thought you were interested."
"Pardon?"
"Well," the voice hesitated. "I mean, you did look back through the hole. We even made eye contact. And, you didn't run or scream or anything."
"Oh." Ange considered this. She hadn't, after all. There were reasons of course. Being spied upon was nothing new or novel for her. The intent behind the peering was more important than the act itself after all. And the intent seemed quite clear at this point.
"So," the male voice continued, "if you don't want to .…"
Ange sighed. She knew what Dorothy would do. And if she didn't act on this somehow, the person on the other side of the wall would escape, and she would have doubts and questions.
"No," Ange said. She reached out, tentatively running the fingertips of her hand along the side of the cock.
It twitched. She heard a sharp gasp on the other side of the wall.
"I want to," she continued in her usual monotone.
"Oh. Um. Yeah."
Now, her seduction training had left off at this point. She hadn't any interest in taking things beyond suggestion, flirting, leading on. Skills she had down pat, if her handling of Eric Anderson were any clue. But this? Well, she was in it now. So to speak.
She wrapped her fingers around the stiff member. She heard a soft moan on the other side of the wall. A thin smile crossed her lips despite herself. She slowly, very slowly, slid her hand down the dick, stopping when she had reached the hole in the wall.
Then she gripped hard.
She heard a yelp. "Hey!"
"Now, if you will kindly answer a question or two that I have?"
"Oh. Well. Um, yeah. That's ... that's fair, I guess."
"Did you construct this hole?"
"No! I mean, some chums of mine told me about it."
"And you have used it before?"
"Once or twice," he admitted quietly.
"Have you heard or seen anything unusual?"
Silence.
Ange sighed. "Out of the ordinary? Anything that made you question what was being discussed?"
"Oh. Well. I mean, just usual girls' gossip. Like, who's fucking who. Oh, sorry."
Ange smiled again. "I've your penis gripped in my hand. I don't think you have to worry about using colorful language."
"Right."
"And that is it?"
"Yeah. Just gossip. And of course cute girls. But, none as cute as you!"
Ange's cheeks heated. "Is that so? Or are you merely saying that due to the fact that I have a death grip on your manhood."
"There is that." He sounded more amused than worried. And, of course, his dick hadn't softened. If anything, it had become firmer.
Ange loosened her grip just a bit, and slowly moved her hand down along his shaft. It twitched, and he groaned.
"And you are enjoying this?"
"Oh yes!"
She moved her hand faster. Down and up his cock several times. She tightened her grip again at the base of his cock. Her smile widened when she heard his sharp gasp. His cock twitched again. Keeping the tight grip, she rubbed faster still. Up and down.
She felt a dribble of fluid at the tip of his cock. "Yes, you do seem somewhat excited."
He moaned.
She rubbed her palm against the tip of his dick, drawing another sharp groan.
With her hand slick with pre-cum, she gripped him again, rubbing fast and hard.
"God, Christ, oh Jesus," he grunted.
"Are you ready?" Ange continued rubbing.
"Fuck yes!"
"Then cum for me, darling," Ange said in the sultriest voice she could manage.
He grunted. His cock twitched in her hands. Tightened. A thick stream of cum shot out, coating Ange's hand.
Ange gave him a few more soft strokes as his cock softened. He moaned.
"Christ, that was amazing."
Ange let go of his cock, which flopped limp. A dribble or two of cum dripped to the floor from her soaked hand. "You've made quite a mess in here," she said.
The dick was pulled back. There was a pause. "Oh. Sorry."
"It's fine." She grabbed a wad of toilet paper with her free hand, and started to wipe her hand.
"So," the voice on the other side of the wall started.
Ange leaned down, glancing through. She saw the eye. This time he met her gaze without flinching. "Yes?"
"Just wondering if you'd, maybe, like to try this again?"
Ange didn't answer right away. She cleaned off her hand, as well as she could, tossing the used paper into the toilet.
"Well," eventually she replied, "perhaps."
"I'd love it," he said. "Listen, just come back here sometime. Like, same day same time maybe? Seems like we're both free."
"So it would seem."
"And the washroom doesn't seem busy. And no one's interested in this old storage room."
"Is that what's on the other side of the wall?"
"Yeah. Anyway, maybe come back next week. If the hole's open and I say something, then we're good. If I don't, you know you have some other pervert back here instead."
Ange smiled. "Alright. Next week, then."
"Yeah. Um. See you then."
"And you."
Ange lingered for just another moment, before standing and leaving the stall.
Next week?
She pondered this as she ran water in the sink. She looked up in the mirror.
"Next week," she whispered. Perhaps. Perhaps.
--
The rest of the day, Ange found herself distracted. Disturbed at herself, on one level. It had been ... not bad. Surprisingly. And the boy had obviously enjoyed it.
She had been able to focus in her classes, but once the distraction of lessons were absent, her mind wandered.
In the early evening, the Team gathered in the clubroom. Tonight was more of a formality, or perhaps it might be better to say a chance to gather, be friends, without the pressure of spycraft.
Which means, Ange's mind drifted again.
She glanced down at her hands. Flexed them. Remembering, imagining, the feel of the boy's cock. The hardness, the warmth. The way it throbbed. And, the feeling of his cum, as it spurted and coated ....
"Ange, you've not been quite yourself today."
Ange's cheeks reddened, and she looked up at Princess in surprise. "I," she stammered. "I am fine."
Beatrice glanced between the two of them.
"I am not so certain," Princess said, leaning forward. "Are you ill?"
"No. I," she paused, glancing at Dorothy, Beatrice and Chise. "I believe that now is not the time to discuss this."
"I see. Well, perhaps we can discuss it tonight, in private?"
Beatrice's face reddened, and she looked down at the table.
"I believe that would be for the best," Ange managed.
"Good damn thing there's nothing going on tonight," Dorothy said. "Talk to me later, partner."
"Of course," Ange said without much conviction behind the words.
The meeting broke up shortly afterward. Ange and Dorothy left together for their room, and Princess and Beatrice were joined by a pair of guards from the Kingdom, to escort the Princess to hers. Chise followed Ange and Dorothy for part of the way, turning off to go to the room she shared with Beatrice.
"Partner?"
Ange retrieved the c-ball from where it was carefully hidden. "We shall talk later," she replied in monotone.
"Look," Dorothy said in a tone of concern, "if this is something that might affect a mission .…"
"It is not. It shall be dealt with swiftly. I shall inform you of more when it is necessary."
Dorothy stared at her as she opened the window in their room.
"Fine," she finally sighed. "Just don't go silent on me, alright?"
"Of course not," Ange said. She slipped out the window, and rose up into the chilly night air.
--
There was a tapping at Princess' window. She grinned, and opened the curtain. Ange, glowing green, crouched on the outer sill.
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more,' " she quipped. She then opened the window, allowing Ange to scramble in.
"Welcome, my cute little raven."
"Raven?"
Princess laughed softly, a sound that sent shivers down Ange's spine. "Nothing."
Ange cleared her throat, and glanced around the room, uncertainly.
Princess didn't press the issue immediately. Instead she glanced out the window, then closed it and the curtains.
"So," she said at last.
"I," Ange began.
"Would you care for tea?"
"No thank you. I just ... I have a confession to make."
Princess' grin widened. "Have you? You've confessed to me many times already."
"It's ... it is not that. This is serious, Princess."
Princess' grin faded. "Continue."
"I have been unfaithful to you."
"Oh? Has some cute underclass girl caught your eye?"
Ange's cheeks reddened. "I ... discovered a potential breech in security. There is a hole in the wall in the last stall of the women's washroom. On the other side is an abandoned utility room that is used by some of the boys to spy upon the girls using said stall."
"I see. And you caught one of these boys in the act."
"Quite literally."
Princess tilted her head. "Meaning?"
"The hole is quite wide, allowing one to place their ... well .…"
"Penis?" Princess smirked, her voice dripping with amusement.
Ange's blush deepened. "Yes."
"And that is what you caught, then?"
"Yes," Ange whispered.
"And you gave this boy sexual gratification?"
Ange's face now was bright red, hot with shame. She nodded, suddenly unable to speak or meet Princess' gaze.
"Well," Princess sighed. "I suppose I must be jealous."
Ange winced.
"However, this was done in the course of ensuring our security?"
"Yes," Ange whispered.
"And you now have things well in hand?" Princess' grin and amused tone returned.
Ange again winced, and she nodded.
Princess sighed, again. "I suppose it is fine. I am disappointed, but only that it has come to this. I cannot be truly upset at you. Not when you've done so much for me. You have killed people for me after all."
Ange shrugged.
"You needn't be worried. I am quite glad you've told me of this. I assume you must keep up this little washroom affair?"
"For," Ange's voice cracked, and she cleared her throat. "For now, yes. At least until the hole is closed, or I have reason to end it."
Princess nodded. "Very well. So long as it remains business then I shall not become cross."
Ange swallowed. "Thank you."
--
The week passed slowly. The team had a minor assignment one night, but it was swiftly dealt with by Ange and Dorothy, and barely even registered in Ange's mind.
What did remain in the center of her thoughts was the situation in the wash-room. And the reaction Princess had, when Ange told her. She had, Ange decided, been far more upset than she'd seemed. She had to tread carefully ... though she also couldn't simply give this up. Not now.
So, one week after the previous time, Ange entered the last stall in the girls' washroom. She closed and locked the door, leaned down, and looked at the hole. It was open. A thin smile crossed her lips.
She peeked in. She saw, as she thought she would, an eye peering back.
"Hey there," a familiar voice said.
"Hello."
"Glad you came back," he said softly.
"Did you doubt that I would?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, this is a bit strange, isn't it?"
"I suppose so."
"So, you want me to .…"
"First, there are certain conditions."
He sighed, drawing a thin smile from Ange.
"I guess that's fair. Nothing's free, right?"
"Correct. Have you made use of this hole between the last time I was here?"
"No."
"Alright. Have you heard anything, anything at all, from your chums who have?"
"No. I mean, just the usual like I mentioned last time."
"Hm."
"You're afraid someone's overheard you saying something private."
Ange felt heat rise to her cheeks, and she didn't fight the blush. "Perhaps."
He chuckled. "Thought so. No one has heard anything."
"Is that so?"
"Well," he hesitated. "I mean, there's talk about you."
"Oh?"
"Ange, the strange girl from the colonies, who never answers any love letters, who always acts a little klutzy and silly, but seems somehow stronger."
Ange's blush deepened, and she couldn't have stopped it this time if she tried.
"Oh."
He chuckled again. "But nothing private. Nothing anyone's overheard from here."
She nodded. "Good. That, then, is my condition: that you listen and watch, and inform me of any stories or rumors that may circulate."
Silence. Ange still saw him, or his eye, through the hole. "Is that a problem?"
"No. Just a little surprised I guess. I guess that means there really is something about you."
"Well, then I have a second condition. You tell no one about this."
"Not even to brag to my chums?"
Ange's smile returned. "I suppose a little brag or two, without detail, wouldn't hurt."
She pulled back, standing up.
"Oh. So, you wanna .…"
"Of course."
As before, his dick slipped in through the hole. Ange gently wrapped her fingers around it. It twitched, firming up in her grasp.
"Christ that feels so good. Warm and soft .…"
"I'm glad you approve. You feel good as well."
She slid her fingers down his shaft, slowly, the pads of her fingertips grazing along the underside.
He moaned, and his cock again twitched.
"You are enjoying this, still?"
"Yeah," he replied, voice husky.
She reached the base of his cock, tightening her grip and earning a groan. "So you are satisfied with just my hand?"
"Yeah." His voice cracked.
Ange kept her grip tight, pulling back along his dick. He again groaned.
"Good."
She kept her grip tight, moving her hand faster. She felt his cock twitch, heard him gasp and groan.
"You are close already."
"Yeah. I ... didn't touch myself."
"Is that so?" Ange's voice had a trace of amusement. "You saved yourself for me?"
"Yeah."
"Good boy," she cooed.
And she leaned forward against the wall, stroking him with quick, almost harsh motions.
His dick jolted, and he grunted. He tightened, and Ange felt his cum spurt out of the tip of his dick. She softened her grip and eased him down.
"Christ," he muttered.
"You enjoyed that?"
"Yeah."
"Good. You've made another mess."
"Yeah."
She released his cock, which went limp. It was quickly pulled back from the hole.
Ange, cleaning her hand, knelt down to look through. "So. I would assume that you will be here again next week, at the same time?"
"Wouldn't miss it."
"Good. I should be quite disappointed if you did."
Another chuckle. "I'd hate to disappoint you, Ange."
She frowned. "However, it is somewhat disconcerting. You know me, and yet I do not know you."
"Oh, that's true. I could be anyone, huh? Watching you anywhere on campus. Any time. Or maybe that's exciting to you?"
Ange's frown softened. "Perhaps it is."
"Well, I gotta get going. Don't want to be caught back here, you know?"
"Yes, that would be unfortunate."
Ange would have to weather a questioning look from Dorothy later. Perhaps, just perhaps, she ought to tell her about what was happening. She might have advice of use after all.
As she was washing her hands, she decided the teasing would not be worse any advice Dorothy could give.
--
"You have experience with men."
Dorothy's brow raised in surprise. She looked at Ange, where she sat on the edge of her bed. When Ange blushed and avoided her gaze, she grinned.
"Yeah, and you don't. What, some cute boy finally caught your eye?"
"Not exactly. It's more that I have caught a boy in the act."
Dorothy's grin faltered. "Pardon?"
"I have discovered that a hole has been drilled in the wall of the women's washroom. It leads between the stall furthest from the door, and an unused utility room of some description."
"I see. Peephole?"
"Yes, but it is also large enough to allow," Ange's blush returned, brighter than before. She faltered over her words for a moment. "Access."
Dorothy giggled. "I see, I see. Not so much caught red-handed as red-dicked?"
Ange's blush deepened further. "Yes."
Dorothy nodded. "Alright. So you wanna get this boy hooked on you, I guess?"
"It is my intent, yes. He knows of others that use the room. I want to ensure that it is not used against us."
Dorothy's expression turned serious. "You think it's a real threat?"
"I do not know. However, I am sufficiently concerned that I am willing to try this course of action."
"You've been paying attention to how I do things," Dorothy said, her grin returning.
"I suppose so."
"Alright! Well, you've got limited space to play with then. What've you done so far?"
"I have," Ange's face reddened further. "I've stroked his member."
"Uh huh?"
"Just that."
"Oh."
"Twice."
"Hand-job? Alright. Well, guys like that. I bet he does that to himself. Probably when thinking of you."
"The last time he said he was saving himself for me."
Dorothy laughed again. "How sweet! It doesn't sound like you need my help at all."
"Dorothy, please?"
"Sorry. Well, he will want some variety. Well, guys like feeling a girl's skin rubbing their cocks."
"Skin," Ange muttered, nodding. Her blush was gradually lightening.
"Start with a show. Strip down while he's watching."
"Strip."
"Not necessarily all the way. Just enough so he can see you, right?"
"Alright."
"Then when he sticks his dick through, rub him with your body, not your hands."
Ange gulped, but nodded.
"What works for me," Dorothy started to say. She cupped her breasts, and shoved them together.
Ange's blush returned. She cupped her own breasts, and glanced down at herself.
Dorothy laughed. "I've got a bit more than you there, yeah. Still, it's not the size that counts."
"So rub my breasts over him?"
"That's one idea. Actually, that might be a bit awkward, in a washroom stall. Well, think about your body. Think interesting ways you could use it."
Ange glanced down at her legs. Her lips pursed, and she rested her hands on her thighs.
Dorothy's grin widened. "Got an idea?"
"I believe that I might just."
--
For the third week in a row, Ange entered the women's washroom and went to the farthest stall. It was becoming a routine, though far from a chore.
She didn't want to think too hard about it, but she was not hating the experience. It was new and novel, and obviously very enjoyable for him.
She entered the stall, glancing out as another stall opened.
A girl stepped out, washed her hands, and left.
Ange sighed in relief, closed the door, and locked it.
"Hey," she heard.
"Hello," she said with a smile. She knelt down, and glanced into the hole, seeing an increasingly-familiar eye staring back.
It was brown, but she couldn't see any other detail.
"I'm glad to see you," he said. "Been looking forward to this all week."
"As have I. Though first ...."
"Our agreement."
"Our agreement. Have you heard anything?"
"Nothing, I'm afraid. Or glad, maybe? I don't know which I'd prefer."
"Just tell me if you hear anything. However absurd."
"Sure."
They remained in place just a moment. Silent. It didn't feel nearly as awkward as it had every right to be. Ange's cheeks turned pink, and she even smiled.
"So," he finally asked. "You want my dick again?"
"In just one moment," Ange said, standing. "I thought I would try something different this time." Still standing, she lifted her skirt.
"Oh," she heard.
Keeping her skirt raised, she eased her bloomers down until they passed the thickness of her thighs. She let them fall to the floor.
"Oh," the voice repeated.
"I thought you might like a little more of a show this time."
"Yeah."
With only a little awkwardness she kept her skirt pulled up, while she tugged her tights down. Past her thighs.
"Christ."
She let the tights fall down to her ankles as well. She kept her skirt hiked up, displaying her body naked below the waist. Her skin was smooth, shaved free of hair apart from a thin strip of silvery-grey hair on her mound. "You approve?"
"Very much so," he answered.
"Show me how much you like it."
His cock pressed into the hole rather quickly.
Ange smiled. "Very eager. I like that." She reached down, caressing his cock slowly. Softly. "Shall we try something else different today?"
"Whatever you want," he replied eagerly.
"I would very much like to see how adept you are at using this," she said in a slightly teasing tone.
"Oh. I don't know how we'd do that here."
"Easily enough," Ange said. She shifted so that her thighs were on either side of his dick. Not touching him, just yet. "You will know what to do in just a moment."
She hesitated. This was an escalation. She didn't know who it was on the other side of the wall, after all. He may well know exactly who she was, on the other hand. He had seen her in full light. Seen her face. Seen her on the toilet. Now, seen her naked, at least in part.
She took a deep breath. No, she was in control here. Even aside from the issue of security. Of making sure the washroom was safe and no one was spying on her and the others. She wanted this.
She moved forward just a touch, closing her thighs around his dick.
He grunted. "Fuck."
"Does it feel good?"
"Yeah."
He grunted again, and she felt him move. His dick pulled back slowly, enveloped between, rubbing against, her thighs.
Her breath quickened. She gulped. The sensation of his hard cock against her sensitive inner thighs ... a soft moan escaped her lips.
"Sounds like it feels good for you too," he said in a husky, though teasing, voice.
"Yes," she cooed.
Her eyes half-lidded. She squeezed her thighs together just a bit more. Pressed down just a bit.
He pulled back until just the tip of his cock was between her thighs. Then he pressed forward again.
"Just imagining your expression," he whispered.
"Imagining yours," she replied, voice low and husky.
He grunted, and started moving. Pumping. In a slow but steady rhythm.
Ange's eyes closed entirely. She pressed down until the top edge of his cock rubbed along her vulva.
"Christ, that's ... and all wet."
"Yes," she gasped.
"Maybe if you shift, I could ...."
"Not yet."
He groaned. "Yeah."
His movements quickened with even firm thrusts.
Ange moaned. Her outer labia were just barely spread, his shaft sliding back and forth. Her juices spreading along.
She was tempted to follow his suggestion: to shift her hips, let him slide inside. She resisted the urge. She was not quite ready for that. Never mind how unfeasible it probably was.
He groaned, his movements becoming faster. Ange rocked her hips to match his motion.
"Fuck," he grunted. "Gonna ... think I'm gonna .…"
"Cum," Ange whispered.
He pushed forward until his cock-tip was between her thighs. His dick twitched. Ange felt hot, sticky jizz squirt out, coating her thighs, her vulva. It dribbled down her knees, and her lower legs.
"Fuck," he whispered.
"Mmhm."
"You cum too."
"Yes," she replied, though it hadn't exactly been a question.
She kept her thighs clamped around his cock. Trapping it in place. Feeling as it slowly softened. Not wanting to move, not wanting the contact to end. Despite, or perhaps because, of the jizz coating her legs.
"Feels nice," he said. "I mean, just you holding me like this."
"It does."
"You need to get cleaned up though."
"Well, yes. You have made quite a mess. That, however, can wait a moment."
"Hmm. I could stay like this for hours."
"We haven't hours, I am afraid. I think that I agree, though."
"Maybe one of these days," he said quietly. Leaving the thought incomplete.
"Perhaps."
"You said that before."
"And look where we are today."
He laughed. "Yeah."
He had gone entirely soft. And if the truth be told, it was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. She spread her thighs, and let his limp cock flap free.
"Damn," he said with clear disappointment.
"I do have to clean up. And I would assume we've both things we must do today."
"Yeah. Yeah, I guess so."
She pulled back a little, and saw that he had also pulled his dick back. With a sigh, she stepped away from her bloomers and tugged her tights off her feet and ankles. They were entirely soaked.
She sat down on the toilet, and grabbed paper.
"Wow," she heard him say. "I guess I did really make a mess."
She glanced at the hole and smiled. "You did. Not that I really mind."
She cleaned herself off, as well as she could. There was no sound from the other side of the wall, but the hole remained open.
"Hey?" she asked.
"Yeah?"
"I just wondered if you were still there."
"Of course. Admiring the view."
"Really? Of me wiping myself down?"
"Well, I am the cause after all."
"I suppose so."
She stood, spreading her skirt down and tossing out the paper. She frowned at her soaked bloomers and tights.
She heard him laugh. "Just gonna go out like that?"
"I've been left with little choice," she replied with a slightly annoyed tone. But a grin that told a different story.
She knelt down, and looked through the hole. Again, she saw his eye, gazing back.
"So," she said after a moment.
"Next week?"
Her smile widened. "Without a doubt."
--
He was tall and dark-haired. He was slender but muscular. Strong. His arms wrapped around Ange tight, making her feel safe. Secure. His body pressed against hers, and her legs spread quite of their own accord.
His cock slipped into her pussy effortlessly, sliding in rubbing against her hot, engorged clit. Pressing against her insides in just the right way. Making her moan and shudder. Her hips thrust back against him urgently, pressing him into her body deeper. Deeper ....
Her eyes opened. The room was dark. The slightest light dribbled in past the closed curtain.
Her pajama bottoms were soaked. She was hot and tingly. Nipples hard, pressing against the material of her pajama tops.
She groaned.
"Dream?"
Ange instantly blushed. Her face was so hot she was certain it was lighting the room.
"Dorothy?"
Dorothy giggled. "You got it bad, huh?"
"I," Ange started to say. She sighed. "I cannot stop thinking about him."
"Love or lust?"
"Lust," Ange muttered.
Dorothy giggled again. "Welcome to my world. Listen, it's fine. Natural."
"But," Ange started.
"You love someone else," Dorothy said matter-of-fact.
"Yes."
"And she knows about this?"
Ange's face turned even hotter. "Yes," she whispered.
"Good. As long as she's fine with this, then you can play around with your boy-toy all you want."
"But," Ange said.
"You're worried, I guess?"
"What if my feelings change?"
"What if they do?"
Ange didn't answer right away. She turned her head, glancing the direction of Dorothy's bed. She could just barely see the other girl, laying on her side, looking in her direction.
"I do not want to lose her. Or ... or him."
"Then don't. You love her. You lust for him."
"Yes." Her voice was barely audible.
Dorothy nodded. "Really, I don't see the trouble. Long as she's good with it you can keep going with him. Live this as long as you can."
"And," Ange whispered. "If I have to choose then I suppose I must choose love."
"There you go. Now, stop overthinking this and enjoy yourself!"
--
Overthinking? Overthinking. She had said she was overthinking this situation.
If it had only been that easy.
No, this was becoming a problem.
Ange found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. Every boy or man at the Academy made her wonder: Is it him?
It took great willpower not to stare at their crotches. Wondering if their cock was the one she had touched. Had rubbed. Had held between her thighs.
A glance from a man made her blush. If one spoke to her, it took everything she had not to stammer.
If anyone noticed, they said nothing. Thank Christ!
--
One quiet evening in the middle part of the week, Ange decided to take a long and hot bath. The water eased her muscles, melted away her stress and worry.
But did nothing to relieve the persistent hot itch between her legs. or push away the memory of his cock between her thighs.
With a soft sigh, she slid her fingers down between her legs. Through the slightly bristly regrowth on her mound. She closed her eyes, picturing his cock. Imagining it and not her fingers sliding down, teasing around her vulva. She slipped just the tip of her middle finger in with a sharp gasp. Her clit was engorged, and just grazing it sent a red-hot judder of sensation up her spine.
"Enjoying your bath?"
Ange's hands instantly pulled away from her body. She sat up with a start.
"Princess?!"
The girl was kneeling at the side of Ange's tub.
"How did you ...?"
"Well, I noticed your absence this evening. I slipped my guards, and went to your room. Dorothy told me you were in the bath."
"I locked the door."
"So you did," she said with a grin.
Ange settled back down into the water, grumbling.
"So," Princess said. Her tone was sharp.
Ange blushed, and closed her eyes.
"This is not remaining impersonal, is it?"
Ange, unable to speak, shook her head.
"Did you think I would not notice?"
Ange shook her head again. Her face was becoming very red, and very hot.
Princess sighed. "So you love the man?"
Ange swallowed, opened her eyes and managed to meet Princess' gaze. "No," she whispered.
"No? So what is it, then?"
"I," Ange began. She cleared her throat. Her face was burning hot, and she was unable to keep her eyes on Princess'. "I enjoy the ... um. Contact."
"You mean the sex?"
She nodded.
Princess sighed, again. "Well. Then I shall ask, how do you feel about me?"
Ange's eyes snapped back up again. "I love you!"
"Do you?"
"Yes."
Silence. Long enough a silence that Ange's stomach twisted into knots.
"Well," Princess finally said. "I suppose that is how it is. Do you prefer sex with your man to me?"
"No."
"So you prefer me to him?"
Her gaze slipped again. "No," she whispered. "I cannot say that. I love you. I enjoy being with you, in all ways."
"But you enjoy sexual relations with your boy."
"Yes."
Princess took a deep breath. "Very well then. I permit this to continue. I ought, by all rights, to kick your ass for this. Kick you to the curb entirely, if I'm frank. But I cannot. I need you, Charlotte."
Ange blinked.
"And not just to become queen. You are part of me, and I cannot let you go. I just cannot, however frustrating, however infuriating, this is. However, this boy is the first and last. If you should find yourself tempted by any others, boy or girl, then you shall lose me.
Is that clear?"
"Yes," Ange croaked.
"Good. In exchange, you shall not object if I take on another lover."
"No," Ange said.
"Good. Perhaps Beatrice? Chise? Maybe even Dorothy."
Ange nodded once.
"Or, just perhaps, one of my many suitors. You seem to enjoy a man's penis. Perhaps I ought to try one for myself?"
Ange swallowed. Her throat was tight. "If you wish," she managed to whisper.
"Well, we shall see. I shall not inform nor consult you in any case. I may, perhaps, tell you after the fact, as you have done to me."
Ange winced.
Princess sighed, and leaned forward, over the tub. Ange, uncertain, watched her carefully. To her surprise, she leaned down, and pressed her lips to Ange's.
Ange groaned softly, her eyes lidding closed. And just as the kiss started to deepen, Princess pulled back.
She remained in place a moment staring into Ange's eyes. Frowning. Until Ange flinched, and hurriedly looked down.
Princess put her fingers under Ange's chin. gently, yet firmly, she raised her face. She leaned in.
Ange managed to keep from flinching back.
And this time the kiss deepened. And lingered. And as their tongues swirled and tangled in their mouths, Princess' hand slid down Ange's wet body, down her toned tummy and swollen mound with its bristle of regrowing hair, to her slit wet with more than just bathwater.
Princess pulled back again, just enough to take a breath. "I believe I interrupted you."
Ange whimpered quietly,
"Allow me to make it up for you, then."
Her middle finger slipped just inside her labia. Ange drew in a sharp gasp of breath.
"Hm. Yes, I do think you need this."
Ange groaned. Her eyes lidded closed as Princess' finger pressed in deeper, to the second knuckle.
"So tight," Princess whispered. "Like you'll break my finger. I think you need more in there."
Ange moaned something that might have been a yes.
Princess let her finger slide out to the tip. When she pressed back in, it was with three fingers.
Ange whimpered, pressing back against the intruding digits.
"Is this how thick he is?"
Ange wasn't able to answer beyond a moan.
Princess frowned, and pulled her fingers back. Only to thrust them forward roughly.
Ange gave a shuddering moan, pressing forward against Princess' hand.
And Princess leaned forward again, pressing her lips to Ange's. Kissing deeply, thrusting her tongue into her mouth, even as she finger-fucked Ange's pussy without mercy,.
Ange stiffened. Her breath caught in her throat. Princess pulled back out of the kiss, and Ange's head arched back. Princess grimaced, and continued fucking her, pressing her into a deep orgasm. Deep enough Ange's thighs clenched around princess hand. her pussy around princess fingers. until princess actually gasped in pain.
"Christ," Princess muttered, as Ange came back down. gasping, panting.
"You do have it bad."
Ange whimpered, and nodded.
"Alright then, Charlotte. I do hope that he and I can keep you satiated."
"Yes," Ange gasped.
Princess again leaned in, and kissed Ange's lips. It was a quick, but tender kiss.
"I do love you."
"And I you," Ange hurried to respond.
"Please remember that," Princess said, in a stern tone. She then stood, wiped her hand off on a towel, and left.
--
There were two girls in the washroom this time. Ange watched them quite carefully as she moved toward the last stall. They didn't notice, chattering away to one another about nothing.
Still, she waited until they left before she went into the stall.
"Happy anniversary," she heard as she closed the door.
"Pardon?"
"It's been a month," he said.
She knelt down, peering through the hole with a smile. "So it has. And quite a wonderful month it's been."
Silence for just a moment, followed by a chuckle. "That ought to be what I say."
"Well, it is true. I've enjoyed every moment we've spent together."
"I have too."
"So," Ange said standing up. "I have something special for you today." She started to tug her uniform off.
"Christ," she heard him mutter.
She continued to strip down, removing all her clothes, before crouching once more. "I hope you like?"
"Of course."
"There is more," she said, standing up once again. "I want your cock."
"Can't I watch you just a bit longer?"
Ange turned, bending slightly and wriggling her rear at the hole.
She heard a groan. "Alright, I'm fit to burst."
"Then put it in," she said in a teasing tone.
She saw, over her shoulder, his dick slip through the hole. It was fully erect, and did, indeed, look like it could burst any moment.
Ange turned and leaned down, leaning in close. She swallowed once, then stuck her tongue out. Gently, she traced the tip around the head of his cock.
She heard him gasp sharply, saw and felt his dick twitch.
Ange smiled. "Feel good?"
"Everything you do does," he said, voice deep and husky.
Ange's tongue again snaked out, tracing around him, slowly but with increased pressure. She heard him moan.
She shivered. She let her tongue glide slowly down his shaft, flicking and teasing the underside. It twitched again.
Lightly, she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, or as near as she could. "It's moving too much."
"Not complaining," he grunted.
"Good."
She returned to her work, stroking him with her tongue, in slow sloppy licks from bottom to top, along from the tip to her hand. then back along the other side of his dick.
As she reached the tip, she lightly pressed her lips there.
Another deep groan from the other side of the wall.
"Want more?" Ange asked, gently rubbing her cheek against his cock.
"Please."
"Good boy," Ange cooed.
Her lips lightly wrapped around him, drawing another deep and shuddering moan.
Ange closed her eyes. She slowly slid him into her mouth. Letting her lips slip on down his hard shaft. Letting the tip of her tongue flick against him as he was drawn in.
When she felt the tip of his dick brush the back of her mouth, she pulled back. Slowly. Focusing on control. She hadn't done this before, after all. She was going on instinct.
She let his cock slide out entirely. She heard a disappointed groan.
"I'm not done yet."
"I hope not," he grumbled.
She once more captured him with her lips. As she slid him into her mouth, she let her hand slide up his cock, now wet with her saliva.
As her hand met her lips, she slid it slowly back down, again letting him into her mouth as far as she felt she could.
She shivered again. She felt hot. Tingly. She let him slide almost entirely out of her mouth, keeping her lips wrapped around the tip. Her free hand slid down between her legs. She was wet.
She moaned softly. It was answered by a groan, and his dick twitched.
She again let him into her mouth. One hand slid slowly up his wet cock. And as she did so, she pressed the index finger of her other hand into herself. Slowly, matching the same pace she was taking him in. Her wet, hot pussy twitched around her finger.
And she let both slide in deeper. Let his cock press, barely press, into her throat.
It was almost too much, but she was able to pull back without gagging.
She pulled her finger back, still mimicking the movements of his cock. Twitching it when his dick twitched.
"Fuck," he grunted. "So good. Wanna cum so bad."
Ange moaned. She forced herself to move faster. Sucking as she moved her head forward, rubbing his wet shaft. Slipping a second finger into her pussy, still slicking herself at the same pace she moved on his cock.
"If," he groaned, "If I could, I'd so grab your head and force you down as far as I could."
The words made Ange shiver. She closed her eyes tight and moved her hand off his cock. She took him in as deeply as she could. The tip again brushed the back of her throat. She felt him push forward, as far as he could.
Ange pulled back just a bit, before moving forward again. Swallowing, taking the very tip of his cock down deeper than before.
She winced. The unfamiliar sensation nearly made her gag. She controlled it, somehow.
"Fuck," he groaned. "Gonna ...."
Ange managed to pull back just a fraction before she felt his dick twitch. Then spasm. Her mouth was flooded with thick, vaguely salty cum.
"Swallow," she heard him groan.
Ange shuddered. There was something in his tone of voice. She did as he ordered, as well as she could. Swallowing down as much of his jizz as she could manage. Still, she felt more than a trickle run down her chin.
She pulled back finally, off his cock, with a gasp. More cum ran down her chin.
"Fucking Christ that was wonderful."
Ange couldn't speak. Her legs were rubbery, and she had to settle herself down on the cold tile floor. Continuing to gasp, unable to find the energy even to wipe her face.
The cock, swiftly softening, pulled back. After a moment, she heard a laugh.
"You look a beautiful mess."
"Yes," she managed, giving him a weak smile.
"Mind you, you didn't swallow all of it. If I could, I think I'd punish you for that."
"I," she started. Her cheeks heated, and she glanced down. "Sorry."
He laughed again. "Don't be. You've never done this before. Have you?"
"No," Ange said.
"It will come in time. So to speak."
She looked back at the hole, her smile returning. "I hope so."
There was a quiet moment. Ange found enough energy to wipe her chin, and return to a crouch.
"I am very glad that I have met you," she said.
"Met after a fashion," he replied.
"Yes."
"So you want to continue this."
"Of course."
"Good. Though, if I'm honest, I would so dearly love to actually touch you. I mean, not just with my dick."
"Yes. I would like that as well."
"So why not?"
Ange's smile melted.
"You have someone else?" he asked.
Ange nodded. She heard him sigh.
"So this is just a sordid affair?"
"The other person knows," Ange replied.
"And they accept this?"
"After a fashion. Still, I would rather not make this too public."
Another sigh. "Then I have to do what I must. Well, for what it's worth, I've not heard anything from my chums. Your reputation is untainted."
"If somewhat bizarre to begin with?"
"Actually, most of the boys think you're cute."
Ange's cheeks heated up. "Do they?"
"It makes me jealous, but I can't say anything. You know?"
Ange nodded.
"And for what it's worth as well, there are rumors about you and that club you're in."
"Rumors?"
"That you're secretly dating one, or all, of those other girls."
"Oh. Um."
A laugh. "I won't enquire further. They're all cute. And thinking of you with them .…"
Ange's cheeks burned quite red. "I would prefer you not."
Another laugh. "Too late, dearest. Well. I think I'd best get going. Again, don't want to be caught here."
"No. No, of course not. Well, until next week then."
"Until then."
--
The following week was pure torture.
Ange found herself looking at every man and boy, as she had before. And yet, in the back of her mind was the opposite.
What if it is not him? What if I break this new promise with the princess?
Fear, despair, and deep, painful need haunted every moment of her day.
Every evening she went to Princess' room, desperately tapping on her window.
Every evening, thank whatever dark and perverted God that cared, Princess gave her relief.
Fingers penetrated Ange's pussy and ass. Her tongue and lips nuzzled and suckled at her sweet nectar. She sat on Ange's face, forcing the spy to pleasure her.
And Ange adored every second of it. However torturous, degraded, perverse.
--
It was the day that they usually met. Met being a relative word, but the only one Ange could think to apply.
And for a change, she decided to investigate the storeroom on the other side of the wall. something that, if she were honest, she ought to have done the day after the initial incident. A thought that made her cheeks heat up. She pushed the thought out of her head.
The buildings of Queen's Mayfair were old, and refurbished multiple times. It wasn't too surprising that there was a little-used corridor, or that leading off the corridor was an old room. The door had a lock, though it wasn't turned when Ange tried it.
Within it was dim, but free of dust. There was an overturned crate used as a small table, on which sat a box of matches and a pack of candles. Next to the crate was a pile of booklets and papers.
When she investigated, she saw they were sketches, illustrations, even photographs. Nude. Of people in quite compromising positions and taboo activities.
"Apparently so none of the lads that use this space waste their time, even if no one enticing shows up."
She searched the wall opposite the door. Sure enough, she found the hole. It was plugged up by what looked like the part of the wall that had been cut away. It wasn't a perfect fit, but apparently served to fool casual observers.
Experimentally, she pulled it free, and glanced out.
The stall was empty.
A shiver went down her spine. She hadn't been on this side of the hole before.
But, that was not why she was here today. She plugged the hole again, and felt around the rest of the room.
Empty. Fairly sizable, and likely able to hold more than one person. Several, in fact. Were they inclined to be cozy. She was inclined to be cozy today.
There was little time left, and always the slimmest of chances that he not show up. Still, she had made her decision.
She settled on crouching down in one corner, making herself as small as possible. It wasn't really a hiding place, but she didn't care that much.
And before she could think too long or hard about her situation, she heard the doorknob turn. The latch clicked open, slowly. Then the door opened, and light flooded into the room.
Ange squinted. Held her breath. Couldn't quite help a thin smile.
A figure stepped into the door. Tall, taller than Ange by several inches. A masculine build, though not overly large. It seemed. With the light behind him, and considering he was likely wearing the school's boy's uniform, it was hard to say.
"Oh," she heard him say. A familiar voice. One that sent a shudder down her spine, and made her smile widen.
He hastily closed the door behind him, and fiddled with the lock.
Ange stood.
"Oh. Um. Hello."
Ange smiled. "Hello. Surprised?"
He finally got the lock set, and turned. Ange's eyes had adjusted, again, and she was able to see his features more clearly. He was slender but not thin. Fit, but not overly athletic. Clean shaven, with dark hair. Brown, she decided. The light wasn't strong enough for her to see his eyes with any detail.
"Quite," he replied, a wide grin crossing his lips. He took the half-step needed to reach her, and wasted no time putting his arms around her body.
And Ange pressed against his, without resistance or hesitation. Her hands rested on his shoulders, as his pressed against her back. Pulling her in closer.
With surprising forwardness and aggressiveness, his lips captured hers.
Ange made a sound of surprise and pleasure, her eyes half-lidding closed.
No resistance. She melted into the kiss, lips parting obediently for his probing tongue.
Her eyes closed entirely, as his hands moved, one to the back of her head to keep her still and pressed against the kiss (unnecessary, but gave Ange a surprisingly pleasant tingle), and the other down to the small of her back. Which also gave her a nice tingle.
The kiss deepened. Ange's arms slid round his neck, and she let herself be pressed against his body. Felt his reaction as his cock, trapped in his trousers, hardened and formed a bulge.
She moaned softly, and wriggled her hips just a little. Prompting a groan from him.
The kiss broke, but he kept her held firmly, close against his body.
"Hello there," he repeated.
Ange smirked. "Hello. Do you come here often?"
"Quite often," he said with a grin. His eyes sparkled with amusement, despite the dim light.
"So you've taken my first kiss," Ange said teasingly, "and I don't even know your name."
He laughed. "So you don't."
Ange pouted playfully.
His smile widened. "Robert. Though my chums call me Rob."
Ange's pout vanished, quickly replaced by a thin smile. "Then it is a pleasure to meet you, Rob. My name is Ange."
"The pleasure is mine Ange, believe me."
"Mm. Well, let's see to that then, shall we?"
His smile widened. "And what do you have in mind?"
Ange leaned in close, her lips grazing his. "Let's get you out of those clothes, for a start."
"Sounds nice. So long as I can get you out of yours as well."
"That is the idea, yes."
It took only a few fumbling moments. Buttons were undone. One or two flew off their garment as the threads holding them in place were snapped in their hurry to undress each other.
Rob leaned in when Ange's breasts were free. Smiling, pressing his lips to her flesh. Drawing low, shivering moans from her. Her eyes closed as his tongue flicked a nipple. She gasped. Shuddered. Her arms wrapped around his head.
He pulled back with a laugh. "Not just yet."
She pouted, but nodded.
There were still clothes to be removed.
Such as her bloomers, which were pulled down in one swift motion. Ange's cheeks reddened, but she made no movement to cover herself. She'd been nude for him before, and now?
Now, his fingers were free to slide down her body, to thread through the tangle of hair on her mound, to tease at her eager warm wetness.
She moaned again, pressing against his hand.
Which was, again withdrawn.
Rather than complaining, Ange returned the favor. Hooking her fingers into the tops of his pants, tugging them down.
He was fully erect. Rock-hard. And without the wall in the way, his cock looked just a bit bigger. More impressive. Her fingertips stroked it, gently. It twitched. Her fingers slid slowly down, down until she reached his balls. Her hand cupped them, squeezing, drawing a groan form him.
"Ready?"
"Very."
He moved a touch faster, a little more aggressively, than Ange had expected. Pushing her down to the floor. She squeaked in surprise, but certainly didn't fight. he leaned forward to press his lips to hers, and she met them eagerly. Hungrily chewing, his tongue thrusting into her mouth. She suckled on it with a soft moan.
The kiss broke with a wet sound, and a trail of saliva broke and dribbled down Ange's chin.
Before she could say or do anything, he grasped her lower legs, pressing them back until her knees nearly touched the floor on the side of her head.
"No foreplay?" she moaned, teased.
"We've had a month of foreplay," he grunted. "Today we fuck."
And there was no more talk. His cock pressed against her, rubbing, shifting, until it found her slit. And with one swift thrust he pressed into her.
Ange's mouth opened. A sharp gasp escaped her lips. His cock instantly penetrating, filling, her body was a sensation she'd not expected.
She felt every inch cramming into her body. The friction, the feeling almost like being stabbed (which she knew rather too well). She was wet. Soaked, honestly. Anticipating this moment, hoping that they'd have this chance, had made her quite aroused. She was rather glad of this, as without her juices to lubricate, she suspected this would hurt.
Hurt. Pain. Blood. These were things she'd been led to believe happened when a woman was penetrated the first time. And other than Princess' fingers and tongue, she'd not been penetrated.
And it didn't hurt. It was ... how to describe it?
Her brain didn't let her ponder it. Her thoughts were already switching off. Becoming fuzzy and muddled as sensation took over.
Her eyes lidded closed, her head lulled back. She moaned again. He hadn't given her a chance to get used to being fucked, as he'd immediately gone to pistoning into her. Thrusting quite roughly. And it really ought to have hurt.
Pinned down as she was, she couldn't do anything but press back against him. Barely even that. He had her held down, at his mercy, and that was that.
His thrusts became sharper. Harsher. Slower. His cock twitched. He grunted, and pressed himself as deeply into Ange as he could. And with a final deep grunt, his balls contracted and shot a load of jizz deep into Ange's body.
His movements slowed. His cock, softening, pulled out of Ange with a rude, wet sound.
And just when Ange felt as though she would come down from her high, his fingers slipped into her. Ignoring the fact that she was soggy with his own cum, Rob plunged them in, rubbing. Pressing. Thrusting.
And Ange's brain entirely shut off. Went red-white. She stiffened. Her pussy clenched his fingers. Her back arched. She cried out, shudderingly. Moaning.
He kept going. And with only the vaguest of pauses, she felt another orgasm hit. Wracking her body. Stealing her breath. She gasped. Shuddered again. Every muscle clenching in intense pleasure.
Mercifully, his finger-fucking slowed, then stopped.
And things went very, very still. Ange could hear, the sound of her own ragged breath. Of his heavy gasps. Her heart pounding in her chest.
Her eyes opened. She blinked. The world was just a bit blurry. Fuzzy. But she could see him. Still arched over her. Smiling. He reached down, caressing her cheek with his clean hand.
She sighed, rubbing against his hand.
He shifted, lying down beside her, and she rolled onto her side, to press against him. To cuddle against him, her head on his chest. His clean hand rubbing in her hair, his other, still wet with their mingled juices, on the small of her back.
"Wonderful," he muttered.
"Yes."
"Just. I mean. Exactly as I'd imagined it would be."
Ange hummed, and cuddled in just a bit closer.
"Although, next time," he whispered, "let's find somewhere a bit more comfortable."
Ange nuzzled his chest. "Yes. Yes, that sounds a good idea."
"So, I suppose this washroom affair has run its course."
Ange looked up into his eyes. His smile reached them. Her own widened.
"I suppose that it has. Our affair has entered quite a different phase. Well, then I shall report the hole to the administration."
"My chums will be quite upset."
"I would imagine so."
He kissed the top of her head. "And I must feign the same, even though I've got what I want."
"Well," Ange sighed. "I shall try to make certain it isn't too troublesome for you."
"Oh, if I have you, it won't be any trouble. None at all."
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