The bathroom door slammed shut behind us.

Chris turned the lock with a sharp click that echoed off the tile walls. The small student restroom suddenly felt tiny with five people inside it. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead. One of the stall doors hung half-open. My skirt was still bunched around my waist, my bra yanked down, Jake’s cum cooling on my inner thighs. I backed up until my hip hit a sink.

“Don’t,” I whispered. My voice sounded thin. “Please… just let me go. I won’t say anything.”

Jake stepped in first. He cupped my jaw with one hand and forced me to look at him. “You’re not going anywhere....