Our institute is located in a former kindergarten, converted for students and teachers. When repairing the problem was with the toilets, because according to the project of the kindergarten, they were not suitable for adults. Of course, the rector was repaired with a full-fledged separate toilet, but for the students they had to be content with one toilet for all. The result was that everyone who wanted to pee first passed into the common wash basin, then the stream separated: girls left, boys to the right, inside there are no usual cabins because of space saving, too narrow aisle would not allow the doors to open, just five toilets separated clean symbolically small cardboard partitions. And the toilets are located "face" to the entrance and the very first one is naturally perfectly visible when the entrance door from the common washbasin opens. If a bitch went to the last in a row, then she opened a sight to all the pissing girls, which is called "close-up." And the rumble at peak hours was such that it was audible even in the next room. My girlfriends quickly got used to such liberties and calmly in the common room pulled up tights and stockings, corrected the make-up at the mirror and gossiped as if the guys were not at all close by. Of course, they tried not to sit down in a place that was visible from the door, but the break was not long and there was little time to wait in the queue for those who wanted to pee, so the most shameless of us quietly lifted up our skirts

lowered her panties and wrote right at the door, although she constantly opened to the common room. Of course, when repairing, no one took into account that there would be three times more girls than boys and, therefore, our toilet almost always had a queue, while the men's room was often idle free. Our girls quickly settled down and became, used both toilets, forcing the guys to wait for their invasion to stop. As a result, someone removed the “M” badge from the men's room and now we only had one toilet for “F”, and the second one was common: who managed to do that, which, of course, often caused naughty situations when a guy, going to the toilet to the right, found there pissing half-naked girls. Under the disgruntled shout of "busy", the polite poor fellow muttered an apology, went out and stood patiently behind the door, waiting for his turn.

For me, this toilet has become a nightmare. I was always embarrassed to write with anyone else, even with my girlfriends. It seemed to me that I looked ridiculous with knee-length panties and pantyhose in an uncomfortable position, holding my skirt with one hand. Even in separate booths, I tried to keep my stream from falling directly into the water and not hearing the characteristic murmur. And I never said: “I’m going to piss ...", always shyly, "I need to wash my hands ...". In general, with such complexes, I, of course, did not go to our institute toilet at all, but always suffered until the last lesson. Then, I either rushed home (on foot through the yards past a nearby school for about 15 minutes), or (when I wanted to write very strongly and understood that I wouldn’t get to the house) I waited until most of the students dispersed, went to our empty toilet, got into the back a corner and wrote there, shuddering at every rustle, as if doing something indecent. Of course, my girlfriend Svetka was infuriated. With Svetka we rent an apartment for two and go to classes together. She had to either wait for me after school, or take a quick step with me to my house, without going to any stores along the way.At home I always, when I wrote, locked myself in the bathroom (it’s a toilet), because of which my neighbor couldn’t brush her teeth or take a shower at that time. Sveta tolerated my quirks, but could not understand my shyness and called me "fucked up in all their heads."

- I don’t understand, for you, for example, like when people look at you on the beach, when you are in the same bathing shorts and are lying on the sand in front of everyone? - Yes, like it. And dance with all like. And sexy to wear a bold, so that the guys at me stared at the track like. And even when they clearly look under the skirt, it only excites me. And drunk love strip dance. But this is another, this is not to write in front of someone! You are such a beautiful bitch, you move so beautifully and it means you write beautifully as well. So with what the fuck are you afraid to show someone how you write, because other bitches calmly do it even with their guys, what is there to be shy about? “I don't know, Light.” I myself am worried about this and have a lot of problems, several times I have already described myself on the street because of my shyness, it was still good in the autumn, I was in warm tights and a long skirt and nobody noticed while I was getting home. - You're definitely some kind of ebnuty head. Maybe you do not like your body? Do you like to jerk yourself to orgasm? I was thrown into the paint from such rudeness. Of course, I often brought myself to orgasm myself and loved to do it, but I called it like in “love to stroke pussy” or “pull a lotus flower” in love stories, well, not to “jerk off”. Then I remembered the last time I did it in the bathroom: I imagined myself with a couple, as I lick the pussy of a beautiful girlfriend, and her boyfriend fucks me in the ass with great force, so my head dangles back and forth and I often stick into the opened wet pussy my girlfriend with all face ... I was still curving with my tongue sticking out, breathing hard from incredible excitement and pulling my clitoris with a hand with such force and speed that my hand became dumb ... Yes, that was shy passion bud ", but really jerking off like a voluptuous not asytnaya whore. All these thoughts flashed through my head and I decided that there was no reason to hide something from my girlfriend.

- Yes, I love to masturbate. “Then all is not lost!” I bet that by the end of the course, I will teach you not just to write with outsiders, but also to get pleasure from it! - Are you kidding! The maximum that I can write with you and then when you're behind the curtain in the shower. - If you and I were guys, I would now argue with you and take “weakly”, but we are all the same lawyers - future intelligent office bitches with higher education, so tell me honestly: you want to learn how to write with everyone. - Of course yes! - Ready for this to listen to me and do everything that I say. - Yes, unless of course ... - Of course, of course, with all sorts of fucking people there and of course if ... Agree or not? - Agree. - Than that's a deal. If I’m right, you let me fuck with any of your boyfriends that I like, and if you’ll, then I’ll have to give you my boyfriend for one night if you want. “Considering that we don't have any guys right now, I definitely agree.” - That's agreed. Time has gone. The end of the first part.