In the bathroom

She closes the door behind her. The blonde teen pauses for a second, then slides her shorts down to her ankles. Her small hand moves between her legs. Fingers stroke once, twice, and she bites her lip at the sharp rush that follows. In the mirror she watches herself—blue eyes half-closed, breath catching, the motion of her wrist quickening. She spreads her thighs wider against the sink edge, knuckles brushing wet skin, a soft sound escaping her throat each time her fingertips press deeper. Every stroke makes her legs tremble. Her other hand grips the countertop for balance while she works faster, chasing the tight knot low in her belly until it snaps, leaving her flushed and gasping against the cool porcelain.