Kelly stayed locked in the toilet stall. She was a good little finger-fucker, and she diddled herself off two more times, each orgasm flooding in on top of the other, and if anyone could have seen the lovely young darling sitting on that stool, her sweet skirt up, her white panties pulled tight at her knees, her knee-socked legs apart as far as the panties would let them go, and her hands between her legs, one fingering into her little pussy and the other twirling her clit, they would have seen a beautiful sight, because Kelly looked like a regal princess as her face revealed the pleasure her finger gave her, as her body shook and stiffened with each wave of ecstasy.

She thought about her teacher and the way he jacked off to her. It was a scene she would never forget. "Oh, gosh, I never saw a prick do that! Jeez, I never even saw a prick! And he showed his to me!"

Kelly finally left the toilet, but she had missed her history class. Harvard High was strict about girls missing class, but Kelly had gotten carried away in the toilet stall. The last thing on her mind was school.

She knew that later in the day, or tomorrow she would have to explain her absence to the headmaster, Mr. Roth.

Kelly finished the day and rode home on the bus, and the driver left her off in front of her house. Kelly's mother worked as a legal secretary and usually got home late.