XXX, or For Whom The Bathroom Stinks by ZeCountess, literature
Literature
XXX, or For Whom The Bathroom Stinks
'Um, are you sure this is okay?'
The hesitation in her voice took deeper root as she fully realized the gravity of what they were about to do.
'Shhh... Let it happen, baby.'
Her parched throat hurt and her bladder was terrorizing the rest of her.
With shallow little breaths, she hooked her fingers into the waist of her jeans.
It felt criminal to do this; she was waiting for someone to interrupt.
She always thought she'd be older when... Sigh.
'Hey. You okay?' His voice seemed to hack through the thickets and reach her.
'Oh yeah yes. Yes... Yes.', she breathed.
She spread her feet apart to clumsily yank off the clingy, skinny denim.
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She had picked the loosest tee shirt to wear with her now mildly uncomfortably tight jeans to hide her thighs: they looked like tiny sacks stuffed with cotton, and her newly flabby stomach.
The music they blasted during the intermission was coming to a close. Adam should be here with their sandwiches pretty soon.
She pursed her lips and furrowed her brows in thought.
Her tummy was roaring out for food. Her first date!
There was no way in hell she was going to let him see her eat like a giant on their, and her first date.
Lights dimmed. The projector started humming soon after. She sat with an empty seat next to her, valiantly fighting off t