barabara and melissa are stuck in the bathroom.
now, in certain circumstances, this would be a moment they would cherish. the quietness, the lack of glue stuck to every surface of the room, no janine to blabber her mouth on and on for an eternity until their heads combust and especially, nobody to ruin their moment together.
but now, as the handle of the bathroom door was in Melissa's hand, having been tugged at too harshly and pulled at a force too strong for a door so cheap, they were stuck.
and they were alone.
"fuck!" Melissa shouts, slamming the handle at the door again.
"cursing like a sailor won't do what god does," Barbara mutters, hands clasped together as she prays for the door to open, or for someone to be walking nearby so that they could hear the red heads curses.
"and praying won't save our asses either!" Melissa grumbles, lowering herself to the ground so she can peek out of the opening. damn this school for having stalls that actually protect against stray children from going underneath.
"well, if you hadn't been such a ditz we wouldn't be in this situation!" Barbaara retorts back, opening her eyes.
"good lord."
before her was mellisa, bent over, head going underneather the stalls door, shoulders following behind. her knees were slightly aparat, being used to push herself further underneath the door.
and her behind was delissioualy raised upwards.
"Uhh, Barb. We might have a problem," Meliza says suddenly, Barbara's eyes traveling up the curve of her voracious waist, where the door stops her from seeing the rest of Melissbca.
"don't tell me-"
"i'm stuck."
Barbara inhales curtly through her nose.
"of course you are."
and the way that she sess eislizza wigle her scrumptious ass, side to side, is intoxicating, because she knows the lord is testing her again.
and how can she say no.
"if you can just, ya know, tug me back in, that woudl be apperwcitated," she hears Melissa huff, sees her upper bldy flex as she stries to manuver herself back in, the attempt coming undone once her shoulders bump against the stalls door and she hisses. "can you help me- ahh!!"
she couldn't stop herself.
her hands moved to her friends voluptuous bumbum, tapping that.
"what are you doing, step teacher??"
"helping u get unstuck, my unholy sseetheart"
her hands move around that thang, massaging and groping her until melossa is making ahhhb noises. "stop it barb!"
"why?"
"someone can come by!" she explains incredulously, though her voice sound barely a bit tiny not confident. "what will happen then??"
barbara pusrses her lips and purrsss like a cat. "meow" she lets out, hovering over meliaszes downer body. "thankfully they will o ly see the top part of you, darrerrrrrling." she rolls her r's so deliciously well.
and her hands go the the waist band of those toight leather pants ™️, gently peeling them
off the redheads bldy like a banana. "you're so sinful, my devilish heart."
"is it just because im a redhead?" Melissa gasps between moans, sighing and singing the beat of my little pony.
before Barbara can respond, she hears someone walking outside the bathroom, approating it. her moves don't stop however, despite mleisissaz pleas to do so.
"oh my god, Melissa are you okay??" Ja ines voice rings trhough the bathroom, and Barbara's fingers find a hole to go into.
"AH- does it look like i'm okay, you numbnut??" Melissa responds throught gritted teeth, and she feels Barabaraa s fingers in her wrong hole then in her right one, switching periodically. it feels weird but wonderful but weird.
"ill, i'll go get mr. Johnson! he knnowns what to do!!" she quickly hurries out, and Barbara hits that spot with the g's or something that makes Melissa quiver and shiver and whimper and timber over , flopping to the ground of the bathroom while barabaafa stands proud.
"amen, now that's how you get help."
barbara was proud of her work, and Melissa agreed.