I was pacing up and down in the small space between the vending machine and the two doors. My bag was in the girls changing rooms, but the door was locked. It was about six pm, I was still at school after a drama rehearsal which ended early, and I was awaiting vehicle assistance from my parental figures. It seemed awefully quiet. Probably because it was so late. As far as I knew, the only ones left in school were a few caretakers and one or two teachers. Everyone else had already left for home. Leaning against the wall space next to the vending machine I started contemplating how to retrieve my bag. Being lost in thought, I did not hear the sound of a door opening from inside the boys changing room. I did, however, hear a gasp, and then some slow breathing. It occurred to me that at this present moment I did not exist. I decided to slump against the wall pillar between the two doors that separated the rooms. Of course there was the inquiry of 'who?' Floating around my head. I was soon to find out. I heard noises of heavy kissing, then the breathing slowed further. And then? "J-James...hahh...ah,ah,a-ah...". I immediately recognised the voice. But, it couldn't be. Could it? Oh contrare. "Oli...nnnn...I want you inside me...a-A-Ahhh". Oh what beautiful sounds. I knew it all along of course, it was bound to happen eventually. Huh, I remembered some song lyrics. And my favourite place, is the warm embrace. Of holding your hair back in a bathroom stall. How conveniently relevant. Clearly, this wasn't un affecting me. My hand was covering my curious mouth, and I could feel my other hand sliding down my torso towards satisfaction. The noises continued. Then the breathing quickened, I heard loud moans that got increasingly louder and then a stuttered cry of ecstasy. "J-James-chaaan, Hahh, ah, ah ah ah ah ah ah a-AHHHHHH NNNNNNN" "O-Oliver AHhhhhhhh...hahh, hahh, h-aaaahhhhhhh." At this point I couldn't take it, I knew what had been done and I squealed. Feeling a sudden pulsating sensation I pressed my hand into my crotch, more adding pressure then relieving it. I couldn't help but let out a low pleading moan. I knew I was wet, and I also knew exactly what I would do when I got home. Then, the noises stopped. They had heard me, I was sure. I exhaled door quickly opened and Oli staggered out. What a wonderful caricature of intimacy. His breath escaping him is gasps, beads of sweat dripping down his head, the smell of lust lingering in the air. He turned and saw me, giving me a better view of him. His fly was undone and he was holding his trousers together with his hand, his hair was ruffled and his shirt unkempt. There was a long pause in which we just stared at each other. Then he spoke, his voice shaky " did...did you..." . My silence said everything. I could tell James was still in the changing rooms biting his knuckles and trying not to make a sound. " P-please don't tell anyone...". Now why would I do that. The only thing I could bring myself to say was " And every time I said, every time I told you...and you lied...I knew it...". He grabbed his bag from the hook on the inside of the door and ran. Then more silence. " J-James...I know you're there". I heard a chocked sob emit from the open door. "It's ok...if anything, it's more then ok...that was... brilliant...please come out...". Eventually he slowly looked around the door. The unspoken acceptance was good enough for him. In my mood, I decided to finish off this escapade with " Did my invitation get lost in the mail or something?"