Long, shallow breathing collapsed from the plush lips of the girl hidden between the two dark green lockers, the metal heated by the heating vent pressed against her back. The blond's eyes remained half shut as small bits of drool and tears mixed as they poured from her chin. The teenager was known as Annabella Frank, a fifteen year old girl with many secrets that surrounded her. The first secret she had was one she was born with, one that she could never change about herself. She was grown as a futanari, a girl with a dick that hung flaccid at five inches just above her clit. When hard, she increased to around eight inches or so, but she never really measured. Often enough when she was hard, she was too busy masturbating to measure. This was her second secret, she was drunk of pleasure and nothing could quench it besides masturbation. She would spend hours at night rubbing her long, smooth fingers along the veiny and throbbing surface of her cock until she orgasmed multiple times.

     Annabella was a petite girl when it came to height, standing at five feet and one inch. She had silky, flowing blond hair that ran halfway down her neck and curled at the tips. She was a cute girl, not a blemish on her face. The only mole she had was on her upper left arm, just below her shoulder, it seemed to be her only imperfection. Sadly though, this caused her to be popular, which she hated. She didn't want the attention, she didn't want guys to ask her out, because she didn't want anyone to know any of her secrets. Even though her attitude seemed to be rude at first, she was sweet, loving, and just like any other girl on the outside. Yet there was much more to Annabella, something many would never guess. She was an exhibitionist. The young girl was addicted to public sex and masturbation. She was a virgin, but she loved the risk of public masturbation, the thrill of almost being caught. Even now, as her hand wildly stroked her throbbing member as precum flowed out of its hit tip, she bit onto her shirt and cryed, hoping no one would see.

      She sniffled a bit, unable to stop herself from crying as the tip of her shirt was stained with her saliva. Her orgasm was close, and she was preparing herself to hold back from cumming. She was lucky she found this place though, where as long as she was silent no one would see her. It was last month, she always changed before everyone came in, but she was running late and had to hide so no one would see her penis. She slid inbetween the lockers, only to find out the dark area hid all light, and the buzzing heater hid almost all of her sounds. It was a public masturbator's heaven. She could watch the girls change, on occasion one would bend over right infront of her and give her a heavenly look. One time she came a bit on the inside of a girl's panties and watched as she put them on without noticing, which had fueled her for almost a week.

      She suddenly swallowed hard, seeing someone walk infront of the crevice between the lockers. It was the girl she had known for barely a year, the ebony goddess Elizabeth. Her cock gave a light twitch in her hand as she stared at the girl, drooling harder as she looked her over. Elizabeth, it almost felt wrong to masturbate to her. She was the girl that Annabella had found herself love strucken towards since the first day they met. The tanned girl had short black hair and dazzling brown eyes that shone like spotlights, her body curved to a perfect hourglass, finished off with plump lips, a plumper butt, and D-Cup breasts.

Suddenly her entire body jumped up as she saw something move, a white flash near her cock. Elizabeth's panties suddenly fell towards her, dropping onto her cock. She didn't know what to say, think, or even do, but only one thing couldn't be stopped. Suddenly her teeth bit through the fabric of her light blue tanktop and nearly broke her lip in half as her back arched sharply. Her hips moved forward and her eyes rolled back lightly, holding back a loud moan with all her might as her cock finally allowed a sweet release, spraying the thick jizz she became addicted to letting out all over the fabric of the girl she loved without even realizing the act. She could hear as a single drop fell down to the floor from the plain white panties. Slowly her eyes opened, only to see the worst sight she could ever imagine. Elizabeth had leaned in and her hand had cupped the bulb of her cock and the panties around it, staring wide-eyed at Annabella.
	Annabella froze, feeling as if the world did the same. A knot built in her throat as the seconds ticked on without any movement, only swirling thoughts left to move about in her mind like kids on a sugarrush. Someone had figured her out... and Elizabeth!? Why her of all people!? Just as instinct was going to make her deny the situation, she heard a voice form somewhere behind Elizabeth: "Hey Liz, whats up? Can't find your panties?" followed by a short laugh. Elizabeth turned suddenly, stiffening like a board as she covered up the hole with her body, "Y-Yea, I found it!" she quickly exclaimed. Annabella blinked, not sure what to think of the situation, only to be dragged from her thoughts when something poked her thigh. It was Elizabeth's hand, gesturing for her to hand her something. She didn't realize it at first, but then remembered the panties.
	Immediatly Annabella stripped them from her rock-hard member and handed them to her. Apparently the cum that had soaked the fabric was only on the inside, as Elizabeth leaned forward and began to put them on quickly without hesitation. Annabella's eyes lit up, seeing the warmth of the love of her life bending forward, inches infront of her. She could see the lips of her pussy, it would be so easy. All she would have to do is thrust and she would finally be able to have sex with the girl she had adored from afar. Sadly, before her rational thoughts could shake her from the daydream Elizabeth stood up straight and brought the panties with her, only to suddenly jump from fright. Annabella could just see the tips of the girl's fingers as they moved between her legs, cupping her crotch. Apparently she had noticed the cum on her underwear. Afterall, not noticing it would be too good to be true.
Elizabeth shuddered and kneeled forward lightly, trembling. Then Annabella heard the voice from before, "I-I need to use the bathroom!" she exclaimed, dashing away and out of sight.
	Annabella stood there, frozen and being whisked away with a sea of emotion as she leaned against the warm vent behind her. She couldn't help but cry though, salty tears staining her lips as she thought of the event that had just happened. She sniffled a bit, though the sound was drowned out. She chewed her lip, letting the tears flow between her teeth as she thought only one thing to herself, 'Why can't I stop?' It was her own addiction that had caused this, her own lack of self-control that caused her to humiliate her secret love and blow her secret to her. By the time she had finished recovering (for the time being) the locker room had cleared out. She didn't have the heart to stay at school with what had happened, and leaned forward and risked a peak down either hall. The coast was clear. She shuffled out and quickly opened her locker, cleaning herself off with spare tissues she kept on hand and redawning her skirt and panties. She shuffled quickly towards the door, now redressed in her light blue tanktop and long, plaid shirt, a mix of dark colors like gray, black, and purple.
	She was almost home free when something caught her eye from the left, a single glint of light. She turned quickly, still recovering from the sort of 'ninja mode' she was used to having whenever she finished masturbating, only to let out a desperate sigh of relief. A small bit of light had reflected off the faucet in the girl's bathroom that was connected to the lockerroom. Before she left though, her curiosity had gotten the best of her, wondering what had happened to Elizabeth. She moved to the wall and inched herself closer so she wouldn't make a noise, bending low to the ground and placing her nimble fingers on the cold tile. It was slightly moist, a gross fact that she would be cleaning her hands constantly for later, but ignored it for now. She scanned under the many stalls, seeing no shoes. Annabella got back to her feet, doublechecking as she prodded each door with a finger, letting each one move slightly from the force. No Elizabeth. The teenager had no idea what was happening to her and, fearing the worst, shuffled quickly out of the women's lockerroom.
	Now out of a place she never wanted to see again, she quickly wiped her hands on her skirt, still wet from the bathroom floor. Annabella quickly scanned the area, still no sign of Elizabeth. She sighed again, deciding it would be best to simply go home. She slipped against the heavy-set green door of the locker room and slowly made her way around the building, taking care to stay in the shadows. She knew from experience (due to the fact she snuck out countless times to masturbate) that this was the only way to avoid the gazes from the windows of the classrooms only forty feet infront of her. After getting around the corner, she was home free, and burst into a sharp sprint torwards the metal gate about ten feet past the girl's lockerroom. With a flash of black, a sudden crack filled the air, followed by a sharp pain in Annabella's head. She found herself fallen onto her butt, realizing she hit something. As she opened her eyes, she found her hand instinctively cradling the bump on her forehead where she had impacted something, or more specificly, someone. Before her was Elizabeth, newly collapsing onto the floor, outcold from the collision.