Neighbours [Kaylor]

17. Bloody Knuckles

Warning ; Graphic violence (blood etc.), abuse and violence.

Karlie pressed her thighs together for relief as she sat through what felt like the millionth sex scene in the steamy film. Knowing that there was a wet patch forming in between her legs, she turned to Taylor and found her watching the movie perfectly fine. She continued to squirm around in her seat next to her girlfriend who was oblivious to the whole situation - considering they weren't that important they were sat at the third row at the top, perfect for a swift getaway without people staring at them.

Not being able to control herself, and needing to do something about it, Karlie stood up (thankfully she was at the end of the row) and walked quickly and exited through the double doors into the main foyer.

Taylor watches her as she leaves and assumes she's just gone to the bathroom. Which was technically true.

Trying not to draw attention to herself, she walked calmly over to the ladies room which was conveniently empty to her relief.

"Thank god," she whispered, before locking herself in a stall. Her hands reached to the bottom of her gown and lifted the black material over her waist. Next she pulled her thong down and kicked it to one the side with her shoe, giving her access to the place that needed attention.

Karlie slowly starts rubbing her clit for friction and can feel that's she's already dripping wet with her own juices.

With her other hand, she slowly pushed a finger into her hole and began moving it slowly so that her body could adjust to the object now inside of her. Once ready, she picked up the pace. She tried to keep her moaning to a minimum but that was hard for her to do because she was thinking about her hot girlfriends fingers instead of her own. Her panting became more auditory and quicker, when she heard the bathroom door open.

She stops and tries to control her breathing.

Then there's a knock on her stall door.

"Theres about 7 other toilets you could use," Karlie replied to the knock, hoping they would hurry up with their business and leave so she could go back to satisfying her needs. What she received was a chuckle in response.

"It's me, Taylor."

"Taylor?" She says confused.

"Yeah. You know, tall blonde girl who you call your girlfriend."

Karlie rolled her eyes even though Taylor couldn't see her.

"Why are you even here?"

"What, a girl can't even go to the bathroom now? What has this would come to," she laughed.

"Shut up."

"Look, I know what you're doing in there. You're not exactly subtle. Plus, I'd really like to help," Taylor smirks.

"No, it's fine. You don't have to," Karlie replied, desperate to touch herself again, "go enjoy the film."

"But I want to," The singer pouts.

Hearing the adamancy in Taylor's voice, she unlocks the door and pulls her inside the tiny cubicle before locking it again.

"Didn't know Christian Grey made you so horny," The older girl laughed, looking at how wet Karlie was.

"More like Anastasia, you know because I'm a lesbian, and sitting next to you because you're hot as fuck."

"Hmm."

"What?"

"Nothing. You just look like you need a little assistance," Taylor says, squatting down and Karlie feels her hot breath hit her nether region and she shivers.